Turlock High School - Alert Yearbook (Turlock, CA)

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barrier to our progress. Mind you we had scarcely a minute to spare in the first place. At last we are across the tracks or dead man's alley, and are on our way again. This strange sighttpassing down the street causes strangers to stop and wonder at the new kind of street car, although it attracts not a passing glance from the natives. At last by means of ai telescope we are able to discern that part of the school known as the new site. We arrive at 8:52 or thereafter and everybody scrambles into the office to obtain an admittance slip from our first vice-principal and dean of the Junior College. Such trips as the one I have just described occur hourly through- out the day, thus becoming what is known as a cyclical process. Such is the system of transfer between the old and the new sites which I firmly believe will be remedied before our great, great, greats enter this school. JAMES BROWN, '21, The Family Album N THE parlor table, i11 the center of the room, the family album occupies a prominent place. It is of read plush, with shiny brass clasps and the word Album printed across the cover. Between it and the table there is a knitted tidy. Around the album are grouped sea shells and other souvenirs, brought from foreign shores by the roaming members of the family. A The first picture is one of-but let us listen to Aunt Sarah as she portrays the family to a visitor: This first picture is one of Samantha Robinson. She was my great-aunt. There always was a cookie jar in her pantry and pepper- mints in her pocket. And this is Uncle Silas, Aunt Samantl1a's husband. He had the best blacksmith shop in the town in those days. Here is mother's cousin Prudenceg she married a missionary and went to China. Oh, that bald-headed man? He is Cousin Abner. He invented a rubless shoe polish, but it didn't sell very well. My Aunt Eliza often said that Great-Aunt Belinda worked herself to death. She worked from daylight to dark and then she never was through. Yes, that is Aunt Belinda. This baby is Uncle Ezra. Every one says he was such a sweet baby, but he became a terrible man. His children all left home as soon as they were of age. This group is Uncle Ezra's family. That is he with the whiskers. ' 15 -

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the one who fools us all. She, at first, seems the jolliestof teachers and in a few days you come to your senses in a hurry to find that she can be as exacting a taskmistress as any machine teacher that ever lived. Occasionally you catch glimpses of her soul and get half way into her heart only to find that you are shut out agai11. Indeed, you could compare her to a cloudy sky through which you see the moon at irregular intervals. Now, that you have seen the different types of teachers, pause a moment and reflect upon it. If you were a teacher would you finally become what the school boy terms in slang, a hard-boiled piece of machinery, or would you remain in just your own jolly lovable, good- natured self? How about it? RUBY WILBUR, '23. TTGDSIIGFS G G EY there! Has the bus left yet for the other side? Naw, I guess it's late this morning. This is one of the hails to be heard about the old site most every school day in the week. Great commotion is evident among students and teachers who are waiting for a ride to the new,' site in time for the bell at 8:50. Who is that familiar figure who is frantically gazing at her watch and hollering, Time, time, time for the bus. I declare if it isn't Miss Grant, one of our regular transfers. Standing on the corner are two more regular customers, who upon closer observation are seen to be anchored near truck loads of magazines and music rolls. These marks' of identification point them out, as you have probably guessed, as the debater's aid, Miss Mark, and our music teacher, Mrs. Roach. At last the bus draws up with a wheeze, a rattle and a bang from the vicinity of the unincorporated villages of Mountain View and Hatch. Teachers and students make a frantic rush to gain sitting and hanging room on space At 8:495 the bus is whisked away at breakneck? speed and is on the way to the new site located on the Antipodes of Turlock. On the way we encounter Mr. Kyle and others who live near the new site on their weary way to the old site. But here I must call a halt in our journey. You have probably divined the reason, but if you haven't, it is my duty to inform you that the morning freight is switching thus affording an efficient 14

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His wife, Mercy, came from an old southern family and was used to many servants. The baby on her lap is a sea captain now. The long-legged boy with his hand on his mother's shoulder is Absalom. The girls are all married and have gone away from here. This is the oldest girl in the group picture. She was always nervous. One time she read a chapter of 'Border Warfarej the book she is holding, and couldn't sleep for a week. And here is Uncle Obadiah. He went to Congress. His son Isaac was a politician, too. Samuel, here, was a poet. His wife took in sewing. This is Sister Martha. She had nine yards of silk in that skirt. It would stand alone. Elisha, in that picture on the other side, was very proud and aristocratic. He never thought of walking to town. He had the best horses in the country. Melicent, his wife, was a Puritan through and through. I don't know what she would do if she could see the way some people behave nowdays. Here is another group. .The one standing, with his hand on the back of the chair is Eli Jordon, a friend of Cousin Hannah. She is the one with bangs. The man with his hand on the front of his coat is her brother, Nathaniel. He was the black sheep of the family. He ran away and went to sea. Nothing more was ever heard of him. This girl with the wide hat is Sister Ann. She trimmed that hat herself. And would you believe it, she wore it for three years. She always was very economical. Clementine, my cousin on my father's side, was very flighty when she was a girl. She finally ended up by marrying a widower with nine children. Oh! must you leave? Come again soon and I will show you the rest of the family. I have a fine picture of Uncle Ezekiel who once shook hands with Tom Thumb. And there is one of Cousin Timothy. He was a fine looking man although he did get his nose broken in a fight once. But I mustn't keep you with that story now. 'Tm sorry you can't stay longer. Goodbye. I shall look for another visit soon. VIRGINIA HOOKER, '21- 16 i I