Thomas Starr King Middle School - Echoes Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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----King's Call One Hundred Forfy-seven

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at l 4 ,MONKEY DQINGS ' , - U I URING a trip through the Orient with my mother we visited the I cocoanut groves of an English friend living ina province 'in the n 1. Philippines, about a three days' trip from Manila by. interfislands boat. There l saw many things new to me. The thing that interested me most was a small species of monkey that inhabits the cocoanut groves and causes a great cleal of damage as he feeds chiefly on the fruit in its green stage. These monkeys breed very fast and can be seen in the palms. My ambi- tion was to catch some of these cunning little fellows who resemble old men with clean shaven faces. This is how I was taught to capture them by a native employee. I opened a green cocoanut and drained the sap, then poured it into the split cocoanut shell and left it in the sun to ferment, which takes only a few hours in the intense heat of the tropical sun. The little fellows are very fond of this fermented sap and drink it until they become intoxicated and fall over unconscious and can be picked up and put in a cage. I was surely thrilled to catch two of them, but more disappointed when I couldn't get them to eat. The native told me that they would not live more than a week in captivity as they refuse to eat and are very nervous. So, after all, I couldn't have them for pets and had to let them go free, so they wouldn't die. Dylcnza Reyes, B8 'l'HE ORIGIN OF THE SEA THE land beyond the purple mountains, long ago, ,lay a beautiful country called Greece. In this land everyone was jovial, and the world was gay. As long as any of the inhabitants ,could remember, ' the birds had never stopped singing and the trees and flowers had always worn their mantles of bright green, dotted with colors of the rainbow. In one of the little huts lived a beautiful, golden haired, blue-eyed girl. She, too, was happy, but her heart was lighter than all the rest because her lover had just left and on his way down the tree-lined path he had turned and promised that he would return 'ere the first moon appeared. i Day after day passed. At last came the night before the new moon. Only one more day! Then came the new moon in all its shining glory. The night was flooded with its light. The wind played tag with the leaves of the trees. The flowers nodded their heads to the rhythm of the grass swayed by the fluttering breeze. The comet dashed through the sky, and the other stars followed after, with their mantles flying. All the little stars winked at each other as if to say that they knew the secret. The little hours flew by one by one, slowly pulling the golden chariot of the sun-god, Apollo. Still the maiden waited. But day after -day passed, and still her lover did not appear. One ' Hundred Forty-nine