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

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--- - --137-sg -Y -rg fx -W -1: an Dil .I-lx-gr I-91: ,,,Y 1' Yu l1ls1u1::7r: looked up the great perpendicular stone, the natural leer on his face was intensified, and he laughed derisively, as those who are small do laugh at those who are great. Taking out his knife, he started to carve his name,-but no! -he would not carve it below these noted men. Wasn't he just as good? Surely. He would write above all others in big, broad letters, so that all might see. Slowly and painstakingly he broke a small niche in the rock, into which he placed a foot, then another niche where he placed the other foot, until he had scaled the great height. Holding tight, in his precarious position, he started to cut his name, but, with the first stroke, the knife broke and fell from his hand: What was he to do? To descend was impossible, for each time, as he had raised his foot from its resting place, the stone had crumbled away, leaving a Hat, smooth surface. As the memorial was situated in a remote part of the city, it would aid him none to call for help, and the only beings who saw were the wee sparrows, who, undecided whether to be friends or not with this queer creature which clung so desperately to the rock, fluttered nervously around. Night came, and away in the distance cheery lights ap- peared in the homes, but around the boy there was only darkness. Suddenly the ledge on which he was standing crumbled, throwing him, broken, to the earth beneathg while the names of those great men stood untouched. And above the name of our first president remains only the blank, Hat surface of the Great Stone. -Beryl Wellington, '2I. PHILIP CASTER AND THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER Through the lace curtain of the parlor in Mrs. Mahony's boarding house on West Fifty-fifth Street came the sounds of singing and laughter, accompanied by the tones of a player piano. Prom the kitchen came the clink of dishes being washed by Sadie, the maid of all work, whose friend was now waiting for her in the alley. But if any one had been near enough to a certain window of a third story-back room, a different sound would have been heard. This was a long-drawn-out sigh, almost of the sob variety. And now let us take a peep into the room from which the near sob issued. It was ia small room, one in which Mrs. Mahony placed her would-be boarders who did not look altogether promising, or who did not offer to pay in advance. Seated on the bed, staring out of the window at the lights of the city was a young man probably twenty- one years of age. ln his hand he held a letter, and it was this letter that explained that almost feminine sigh. Geel he muttered, what's the use trying. She'll never care for me any more. Why, even now mother writes that she's tagging around with Ted Buttrickf' A telephone bell gave its warning below. Telephone for Mr. Philip Caster, called Sadie up the stairs. Phil jumped up with a start. Could it be possible? No, he could never entertain such hopes again: he had been dis- appointed too many times. It was probably Mr. Sloan tell- ing him to report promptly in the morning. But as he took up the receiver, he had hoped in his heart that it would be' some one from home, for, to tell the truth, Phil had a bad case of homesickness. Over the wire came a voice, and, sure enough, it was a familiar one, that of Ted Buttrick, more formally called Theodore Jr., on whom Phil now looked as his rival. Well, well, how's the boy? he said. Phil, in his pleasure at hearing a familiar voice, over- looked that patronizing boy, liliznxzfzr W:-ar :Wlf -- :fn 1- 7'- , i : ::1n-::1n1n- 11:73 -I-11.14,

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W Y ui hi 4.-1 Y- 7- :-11111: rr m- ' T ' ' was a summons to the office of the newly appointed presi- dent, whoever he was. Dane realized what the result would be. However he knew that he could tender his resignation and leave the place with the clear conscience of one who has done what he thinks is right. Mechanically he opened the envelope and read the mes- sage. At first he could not comprehend what it meant- and then? Well, he simply smiled! This was the message: Dane Gordon, This is to notify you Board of Trustees elected you Pres- ident of S. C. Co. Congratulations on way you handled strike. Dean White, Chairman of Board. And so President Gordon still had use, though a differ- ent one than he had expected, for the resignation which he had penned fromi- the General Managership. -William Wright, '20. THE PRICELESS JEWEL Girls, don't you think it is awful the way Mary Everett does parade in those new pearls of hers? asked Marjorie as she passed a cup of cocoa to her chum who reclined com- fortably on the window seat among the cushions, and made a face at Ellen in a similar position on the sofa. Awful is no name for it. l shall never wear pearls again after last night, promised Nell. I certainly don't envy her any. Now if I had them, I shouldn't want to show them off so, Ellen offered, as she grimaced at her sugarless cocoa. I shouldn't want pearls. They are not worn any more. What I should like to have is that new kind of jewel. lt is perfectly wonderful, don't you think? And it is so fright- fully expensive too. Goodness! I just suggested it to Dad for my birthday Cyou know this is my birthday? and he gg, -Y .,.-Y 1-0111: M, ni. ,. wanted to know if I thought he was a mint. ,So I know there is no hope from that direction, said Marjorie. lf one of us just had one, wouldn't Miss Mary sit up and take notice? Oh, boy! exulted Ellen. That night Marjorie waited for Jack. She wondered what his present to her would be. He always gave her something nice. She vaguely hoped it would be the jewel she coveted but discarded the thought and determined to be pleased with whatever it might be, for Jack's sake, be- cause she-well-didn't exactly hate jack. She did not wait long before Jack entered. Hello, Marjorie, come here and see what I have for you. Marjorie took the little package and removed the wrap- ping. She unclasped the cover and stood speechless with surprise. Don't you like it? jack asked anxiously. Like it! you dear boy! lt's just what I wanted. lsn't it wonderfull For there, lying in a bed of satin, was the most priceless jewel mortal eyes could then gaze upon, the jewel of her dreams,1a small cube of white sugar! -Lois Gadbury, '20. THE GREAT STONE Below the Great Stone stood a small urchin smoking a charred, black pipe. His hands were thrust deep in his pockets, and in his small face was expressed the wisdom and experience that can be obtained only in the squalid, sordid conditions of the slum life from which he had come. l Ie was peering up through a tuft of hair at the strange inscriptions carved on the stone. As his eyes wandered fur- ther up, he noticed, almost at the top, the name of George Washington, below it, also, were carved the names of sev- eral others of the world's great men. As the little waif Y W f -xl: -n-at mfr'-fini: mis glg- 3-Q-:gn I 11:71:14 is If: C: -ff -r

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I-....u.-q-u-1.1.4.-lp1W1..-....1g.1 .-1115.111-pq.--11.4-1.111-.g..l.1. u'u:n1ll1lp1un:u-ln1ll-:u1lc'- : -uni :: -ll1l: -za-n:fn-n-n:::-:u::u1u just got in, the voice continued. My wife and I have just arrived on our honeymoon. P'raps we'll run up to see you tomorrow. Phil dropped the receiver in his agony of thought. Was it--could it possibly be that Ted was married to Jean, his jean, the main reason for his coming to the city? He man- aged to answer, Oh, do, l'll be delighted to see you and fwith a gulpl --your wife. lt is needless to say that Philip spent an almost sleepless night. Perhaps it would only be fair to explain something of Philip Caster's former life. He was the only child of wealthy parents in the small town of Grantdale. ln his youth he had been much petted and pampered by a fond mother. After graduating from high school, he had entered college, and it was there that he had learned to care for Jean Marshall, a girl he had known all his life. But Jean, while she cared for him, resented his being supported by his father. She had a different ideal of a husband. He must be able to work for himself and for her. This was the cause of Phil's departure from college and from Grantdale. He now gave promise of fair success in newspaper work, but in his loneliness the petting that had been bestowed on him showed its effect in his jealousy. And Phil surely was jealous, although he would not for a moment have admitted it. sr- is as as as i'Parties to see lVlr. Caster. Sadie's voice roused Phil who was in a reverie of dreams in which Jean was the principal character. jumping into his clothes, he dashed down the stairs to find awaiting him Ted Buttrick and a strange young man. Wh-where's your wife? stammered Phil. u-an-111ml-in-nu.-u1ln.-nl1l 1un1uu-u-u1u-nu-Il1-uu-uu-un1:s1ll-pp-u1 Just a little joke on you, returned Ted. l'm in town to get married. Thought you'd like to stand up with me at the ceremony this afternoon. Jean lVlarshall's going to be bridesmaid. Phil grabbed a hat from the rack. Come on, he said, Show me to that wedding, and be quick about it! -Dorothy Stowe, '20. Left The sky is blue, the river bright, The waves are dancing with delight, The earth is glad, my heart is gay, Sweet Kitty Somers comes this way. The sky is dark, the river grey, It is a gloomy, doleful day, The earth is sad, and sad am l, lVliss Katharine Somers passed me by. -Borrowed. X A POSSIBILITY l only kissed her handg ls that why Bernice dislikes me? l cannot understand- l only kissed her hand l deserved a reprimandg - But another notion strikes me, l only kissed her hand, ls that why Bernice dislikes me? -Adapted. 1g..1pg1q1u-qq.,q..-.gin1.u-ql.-n-ql..gl-.q-.gg-u-.pg-.q.-g