Sonora Union High School - Green and Gold Yearbook (Sonora, CA)

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...lal GREEN AND GOLD --1i---1 Tuolumne l-Z Tuolumne, Tuolumne, its hills and vales I love, And every fleecy cloudlet that sails its blue nbovc. Its towns and burgs that nestle in the foot hills silently, And its lucid rivulets with their sweet melody. And hillside bluehells over-crowd their neighbors for more room, April blossoms snow white lsde the air with rich perfume, And tall pines guurd its mountains where roam the decr und heur, And in its bosom deep it hides its golden heart with care. Its glens and dales and rocky runs frame pictures of delight, And utter songs of silent joy to every starfdecked nightg The lark and robin wake the day and soar to meet the sun, And Nature glad rejoices for each new morn begun. Fair Autumn gilds its valleys, white Winter robes each hill, And weaves a crystal coverlet o'er every chilly rill, And Mnytime's warm winds tune the birds a'ong each mossy creek And summer suns bring blushes to the apple's waiting cheek. Tuolumne, Tuolumne, I love it far or near. I've loved it all my life long in sadness or in cheer. 'Twas here that Nature first awoke the love light in my eye, And may my last gaze rest upon its dreamy sunset sky. F. C. S. -Page 24-

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- --- GREEN AND GOLD -- - doorway and poor, Dennis' heart kept beating harder and harder, like an Indian tom-tom or a Chinese drum. Then a door at the end of the room opened, and the party led by an assistant stepped in. For a moment Dennis thought he was going to faint. Then all his peculiar feelings left him, for he saw the bride. She was tall and slender, almost too much so, and her thin red arms were only half hidden by the long gloves she wore. Her face was very red, in the places the powder wouldn't stick, and she had distinctly sharp features. Her hair was a decided straw color, and rather coarse looking. The prospective bride-groom's first impression was not a very favorable one. He noticed how the coloring of her hair and her complexion clashed with her pale pink dress. As she came nearer, walking between the long rows of beds, each with its sickly burden, her long arms seemed to grow more livid, and then he caught sight of her broad lips and upturned nose. He looked at her face for a moment It was atrocious! How could he ever live through the ceremony! But then she stopped. An unstifled sob, affected in tone, passed her lips and she knelt stiffly beside a low cot and raised o. man's outstretched hand to her lips. Then she allowed him to kiss her on the cheek. The party stood by gazing at the scene between sniffles and smiles, all but the attendant, who seemed very much surprised. However, he left them immediately. The girl in pink raised her head from where it had been near the man's, and Dennis could see that her het had slid to a dangerous angle over one ear. He could not imagine what it all meant, and just as he was wondering if this could be some brother of hers, he heard the girl say: Sidney, my dear boy. Sidney! From his seat by the window, Dennis could see his master borne out of the hospital to the waiting motor. He saw the girl and Carlton take their places in the car and drive away. The rest of the party followed in another machine. Dennis watched the quickly diminishing cars until they were quite out of sight. Then he sighed deeply and smiled a relieved smile-n very relieved smile. It serves him right, he said. S1iUTi'7' .z filly ELL: ' -Page 23-

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l GREEN AND Goto - - The Singing Vase EILEEN SIZINE '16 HE DUSTY LITTLE curio shop of Monsieur Dumeras, after standing for many years obscure and unnoticed, on a dreary little street in Paris, had suddenly become one of the most talked of and most visited places in Europe. A wonderful porcelaine vase had made its sudden appearance in this little shop. It wasn't the beauty nor the workmanship of the vase, that brought visitors from all over the world to see it. But this indeed, was a queer vase, for it could sing in a most beautiful voice many strange songs. Dumeras told that the vase was found in some ancient Egyptian ruins, but when questioned as to how he obtained it, he was strangely silent. Dumeras had a lovely daughter, Marie, who loved, and had been loved in retum by a prospering young Parisian, named Jeanne de Matte. But of late Marie had noticed a cooling of hor lover's ardor. De Matte had thought that he loved Marie, but since hearing the vase sing, he had fallen madly in love with tne voice, and try as he might, he found it impossible to remain true to the little French girl. Donaldson, an American millionaire and collector of curios, heard of the wonderful singing vase and offered Dumeras three thousand dollars for it. The old man's eyes glittered greedily, and he almost reached his hand for the check, but still he stubbornly refused. Donaldson, unused to being thwarted in his plans, and always using foul means to gain what he could not obtain by fair, employed some of the cleverest thieves in Europe to steal the vase from Dumeras. On the night of the robbery, Jeanne de Matte was unable to sleep. It seemed to him that his beloved vase was in some grave danger. He tried to brush away these superstitions, as he called them, but sleep would not come. So acting on an impulse, Jeanne arose and made his way to the curio shop. The Dumeras had taken him into their confidence and told him of a secret entrance, so he found it easy to gain access into the roam where the vase was kept. Jeanne sat down with his head resting against the vase, and sleep soon overcame him. Some time passed, when a door was softly opened and a white-rubed figure stepped into the room. It was Marie. A look of alarm crossed her face but it passed into a smile of indescriabable tenderness, when she recognized the sleeper. It was close to midnight, when Jeanne was suddenly awakened by a noise. Springing to his feet, he listened intently. There was no mistake, someone was surely entering the shop. De Matte was unarmed, and as he looked around for something to defend himself with, three large figures appeared in the door. -Page 25-