Turlock High School - Alert Yearbook (Turlock, CA)

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life saver and then the fishing was bad, After a few more unimportant incidents the like of which I shall leave to your imagination, we set out, much to my joy, for home. In summing up the results of the trip, I found the following: LOSSES A lot of good sleep and good humor for tiveg half of one inner tubeg three snag linesg top section of fishing poleg line, hooks and sinker for sameg part of one pair of trousers. GAINS One blowoutg bad humor for fiveg two halibutg one exceedingly well developed black eyeg sundry scratches upon my pedal extremities: 21 personal distaste for fishing with women. Moral: Cherchez la femmefl -BRUCE PEARSON, '20. Q Ai M Some High School IPS If you can keep your head, when all about you Are pretty girls, some making eyes at youg If you can think of them and do your lessons, And make allowance for their flirting toog If you can master love and mathematics, And treat these weighty subjects just the sameg If you agree with teachers when they tell you That dreams of love will never lead to fame 9 If you can calmly watch some other fellow Take home your girl because his car is newg If you can drive your Ford and keep from longing To break his head and own a Buick, toog If you can wish him joy, and really mean it, And say, Old boy, you're welcome to my girl g If you can gladly fill each blessed minute XVith only noble thoughts and deeds well doneg You're far too good for earth and all that's in it, XVhat's more, you'll be an angel soon, my son. HAROLD HJELM, '21. 19

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ance. I found her clinging desperately to her snag line. This per- plexed me somewhat for I could not see how she could have caught a large fish on that line. Indeed, I did not see how she could have caught any kind of fish. The line was perfectly stationary where it entered the water, close to one of the piles. I began to be suspicious. My suspicions faded, however, when I tugged on the line. I choked. VYhen I regained enough -of my composure to warrant speaking, I remarked that, by skillfully neglecting her line, she had managed to implant fifty cents in a thankless pile which was absolutely useless as a substitute for fish. My aunt, after thanking me quite coldly for the information, launched out on a general tirade against the unman- nerly actions of young boys, and wound up by saying that it wasn't her fault that the line got tangled. Here she paused as though she expected me to press the chargeg but I had previously ascertained the absolute futility of arguing athwart a woman's willg and so I kept a discreet silence while I viciously broke off the snag line just at the gut which had borne the last hook. After my aunt had been re-equipped, I returned to my base and recommenced operations. I took off a two and one half pound laddie, then I turned my attention to my snag line. I found that, during my absence, it had drifted around and caught in something. I gave a savage pull, calculated to break the line into several million pieces. But no. The object to which my line had become attached, yielded. My hopes soared as I carefully hauled in. When the object reached the surface, I gazed upon the battered remains of an erstwhile milk bucket filled with mud and water and the gathered rubbish of several decades. I marveled at the strength of my line. Very gingerly I worked the bucket up to within two feet of the pier. I leaned down to grasp it. just as my hand touched the rim, the line broke. I was intensely chagrined. I resolved never to fish with a snag line again even were I starving. I had about made up my mind never to come fishing again CI had long since formed a resolution never to come with womenj, when my cousin, that evil messenger, informed me that the school teacher, being very much absorbed in a debate upon the relative lengths of recesses, had indulgently allowed a fish to kidnap her pole and that even now the fish and the pole were under- neath the pier on their way to the opposite side. I had become inured to the silly flagrant foibles of my female torturers and I took this added blow without a word of remonstrance. To make a long story short, I was obliged to descend one of the piles to rescue a bamboo pole, minus the top section and all of the line. at the expense of great injury to my trousers and my personal feelings, physical and otherwise. It was getting along about ten o'clock when I finished my role as 18

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The Secret of the Locket 0 NE afternoon during the great world war, Mrs. Emerson sat read- ing the last number of The Ladies' Home journal, As she turned to the news pictorial, a group of undernourished children stared at her. There is more than one group, she said. These little boys must be twins-A pretty, but starved baby-There's an intelligent boy and gill and how like Theresa's are that little girl's eyes! the bent intently over the page. Soon she discovered that the cllildren whose pictures were on that page were Belgian orphans who were not only penniless but homeless. The magazine was ap- pealing to prosperous Americans to give homes to the little waifs whom Germany's militarism had made motherless and fatherless, Mrs. Emerson was a childless woman. She and her husband lived happily in the suburbs of Oakland. Quickly thoughts began to come to her. There was no reason why they could not welcome at least two of the poor little mites into their home. There was room, and to spare. Her eyes kept wandering about the page, but they always came back to the picture of the intelligent boy and girl, the girl who hal eyes so strangely like Theresa's. Thoughtfully she alternately gazed out of the window, and looked' eagerly back at the page of pictures, That evening after discussing the matter with her husband, Mrs. Emerson wrote to the journal and requested that the two children be sent to her home. For several weeks there were many preparations in the Emerson home. A playroom was miraculously added to the house, while pretty bedrooms were mysteriously fashioned from one of the guest rooms. l At last came the eventful day on which the new members of the household were to arrive. Having taken one last look at her prepar- ations, Mrs. Emerson hurried away in a spirit of great expectancy. Of course she must be there to welcome the little tots! It would be very pleasant to have two little people in the large home. They would be her own, too-not by birth, of course, but she would be a real mother to them just the same. By this time she had reached the pier where the boat was drawing in. How should she know them? But then, those eyes-like Theresa's she'd surely recognize them. Presently a little boy and girl came down the gang-plank. But they couldn't be the ones. She had never seen little beings so emaciated. Poor kiddies! Mrs. Emerson found herself moving eagerly forward. However, they were the children for whom she had looked so eagerly. All the motherly love that God had 20 I .