Stockton High School - Guard and Tackle Yearbook (Stockton, CA)

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1.9177 q1,., 141- 491- K , slr.. :. FACULTY OFFICE NOEL H. GARRISON ......... ENGLISH MINERVA U. HOWELL MARY CAROLINE COMAN LILY CLIBERON AMY L. HARRIS ADELLE HOWELL ANTOINETTE KNOWLES LUCY ELLERY OSBORN CARRIE WRIGHT MATHEMATICS JOHN S. REED LUCIA KENISTON ALICE TYLER LANGUAGE W. FRED ELLIS, Jr. LYDIA LOTHROP DAISY M. NEWBY CHARLES D. WHYTE HISTORY JOHN G. ILIFF FLORENCE DIMENT ROBERT C. ROOT SCIENCE JAMES C. CORBETT ASA L. CAULKINS EMMA F. HAWKINS H. J. SNOOK W Y- M W -11.1-13 ,,,, 1,1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1nu1uu1u1u1uu+1::lq1q1g-iz' .::- 1 1:- W. FRED ELLIS, Jr. ..... ........ V ice-Principal .......-..-MPYIDCIPRI MRS. MARY N. MINTA.....,......................Dean of Girls COMMERCIAL IVA B. PERRY LAWRENCE N. PEASE LUELLA ARMITAGE LUCY E. CROSBY M. ALOYS DALY F LORA M. DIVELBISS B. F. DUFF JESSIE GRAHAM MRS. B. I. VAN GILDER MR. B. I. VAN GILDER EMMA J. JOHNSON CHARLES W. KITI' IRENE MOSBACHER V. E. SOLVASON CHARLES J. WILLIAMSON DOMESTIC SCIENCE . HARRIET KEATING GRACE F OWLER FLORENCE I.. GONDRING MRS. LORA E. LONQUIST ARDELLE WRIGHT INDUSTRIAL ARTS F. R. LOVE HOWARD A. CAMPION E. D. COMER . ALEXANDER N. DAVIES J. H. HARRISON CHARLES H. LIBHART EDWARD PISTER IRA L. VAN VLEAR GYMNASIUM LUCILE HALWICK FLORENCE L. GRAVES J. CECIL CAVE ART ELIZABETH MONTGOMERY MRS. MARY N. MINTA MUSIC HOLLAND FRAZEE A. CLARK BLOSSOM MISCELLANEOUS MRS. C. M..POND. Librarian MRS. MARIE WRIGHT, Secretary HOMER S. TOMS, Study Hall MRS. CLARA NASSANO, Matron .IANITORS W. M. ESTES FRANK C. TURNER W. F . NEVIN THOMAS FORD GARDENERS GERHARD REIMERS L. MCNAMARA - --1 -7- 1:1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1n1n1n1n1m-u1u1.g1..1.g1.p1q1..1. 1

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:lair 1' 1 7- 7 Y rr I' W 1-I l: I 1151- -7 - I I I I I I I I I :4g:ig1p1p.-. LI I I E I I I il I I I I I I sl: :: iz ,, DEAD fFirst Prize Literary Productionl l'm dead-so they say-been dead for a year-dead and forgotten. And this is the anniversary. Anniversary? Yes, for it was the happiest day of my life-the happiest day in the forty-odd years I spent on earth-years of toil and hardship for old King Gold. We had come down in the rush of forty-nine, Bill and I, and struck it rich. But where we had mined the gold, we placed instead our youth. Yes, we threw our youth into a grave. The years had been a mad rush, a delirious pursuit, a frantic struggle for possession: and finally came success, Strange-now that I think of it-that we hu- mans called that success, for instead of coming off victor, I was a slave held in unrelenting bondage by Gold. I don't seem to be able to remember yet just how it happened, but Bill and I had been fighting over the gold. Oh! yes-we had been drinking-drinking heavily-and, as we became more angry, Bill knocked me over the head with the empty bottle. I remember that he leaned over me, and, not hearing the faint beat of my heart, concluded I was dead. He had always had a fear of ghosts, and so, grab- bing up the gold from the table, he left without a backward -V . n1n11ri:+x: :iz Y :I Ili!-1 J: look. In another moment it seemed as if I were following him, a malignant spirit, restless and haunting. Yet I was still here too. The pain in my head ceased, and a strange feeling of lightness came over me. I suppose I must have died then, for I seemed to be looking down on that bleeding body that was I-and yet was notl Day after day passed, and that lay there in the swel- tering heat, and my dog, dear faithful old creature, finding me dead, lay his head on my breast. But the cat, that I had so petted and fondled, made repeated attempts to suck my bloodg while the dog, guarding me, would growl at her in warning. The door of the hut had latched as Bill closed it, and the poor creatures, unable to escape, lay down to die. The dog, becoming weaker through long days of hunger and thirst, finally died, and the cat watching and planning for the time when he would go, crawled feverishly to where I lay. I looked-and all this I saw-I did not seem to care. It was only interesting to watch her eat. Other days passed, and two prospectors seeing that the cabin was uninhabited, broke down the door andi-there were my bones scattered about the floor, and the cat sitting crouched on my skull. -Katherine Hart. ' 21. 4- W .., -:Y 1 7::i:1 1 1 7: 1:7 7::- - W 5: 31,