University High School - The Cub Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE SEA S( i.M I ' ri 1 1 Xl 1 ill cvorvoiie is irresistahly drawn to tlic ca. Its cease- lc s rhytlim lulls tired spirits! It fascinates with its ever chaiifj iii; moods. When all is calm, a sinister mood seems luulerlyinfj. as a jjiant whose exes hold a smoiilderinsj flame. When its fnrv is un- lashed, it is a demon who demolishes souls as well as shijjs. In any mood, a sii] ernatnral force seems superintendiiifj all. causing the calm of heaven or the anjjer of the furies. The (|uiet of the sea after a storm is so stni)en(lous that its very breath seems to lie — 1 am I ' ower. — Frances Merrill. MID-DAY IMAGES The brick-purple leaves of the Japanese plum tremble like a humming bird thru the north wind gusts. S The garden of grouped shasta daisies sparkled like a bank of snow ; over these swam a swallow tail breathing the summer sun. A long bed of geraniums against a dusky brick wall ; and a few pink ones intermingled guarding the gods of the slums. A listening plum conference, spreading far their branches to breathe in the vastness and immensity of sugar from the heat. Backyard weeds and grasses and dust, olive-green, yellowish-hay, and brown ; each in spots, receiving the sun-beats, and occasionally nodding drowsily. — Richard Irwin

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Bill walked softly to the head of the stairs and listened. Someone was down below. He could hear a distant rattle of dishes; a woman was sing- ing. Xow he had it — that voice — he had heard that before. Well, he wouldn ' t have an - tmuhle with a woman. Throwing the chair into a corner he stump- ed down the stairs. Following an odor of coffee which assailed him he found himself face to face with a talile, set with shining silver, a platter of sausage and bacon in the center, a stack of pancakes dripping bright yellow, trickles of butter to one side. For a moment Bill forgot the subject of his search — what man would not. Good morning, came the voice. Bill whirled about. There stood a woman with a pleasant smile, happy blue eyes, and dark lirown hair touched with grey. Bill was too surprised to notice more. Won ' t you sit down? You ' re just in time for breakfast. Bill ])erche(I himself i)recariously on the edge of a chair. The breakfast could not be called a success socially. Bill wolfed the food that was set be- fore him. keeping his eyes on his plate and making muffled replies to any attempt at conversation. After breakfast the woman suggested that he take a walk. Bill was glad for a chance to escajje. Lunch will be ready at twelve, dear, she cautioned him as he left. Bill stumbled down the steps and strode away, a very troubled sailor. With the aid of information given by an evidently well informed loiterer whom he met. Bill soon figured out what happened. He had serenaded Mrs. Wilson, a grass widow, who had married him without hesitating. He was a married man without having had any choice in the matter. He did not think well of it. He could, and did swear feelingly in several languages, promised to drown himself at once, — and reported promptlv for lunch. Six months later the ship again dropped anchor in the little bav. A sailor wandering along the beach came upon Barnacle Bill sitting on a rock. It was not the Barnacle Bill of old. His hair had been cut and his whiskers trimmed, his coat was neatly brushed ; he had on a clean shirt. Well, blast me lights if it ain ' t old Barnacle Bill. he chuckled, caught and tamed at last. A laugh was cut short by Bill ' s fist which dropped him in a heap on the sand. I ' ll na hold it again ye. laddy, but what ye said was na exactly the truth. Ye see, the widow did na have a chance. I married her before she could say nay. and I ' ll have ye know I ' m the master in mv house. He glanced at his watch. . look of consternation came over his face. Hoots mon, I ' m late for lunch. He stood up hurriedly and knocked the ashes out of his pipe. There ' s no hurr}-, ye ken, it ' s just that I ' m a wee mite hungrv. He hurried away. — Archie McPherson.

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B ' THREE CS RO ' X 13 — State 13! Brown player injured, he is being taken from the game! ' e don ' t know who ' ll be put in. Reg Gaines is on the bench with his injured shoulder and apparently there is no ' tither man to play the position, the pulilic speaker announced. Gaines ' entry into the game raised the morale of Brown ' s team. The halfback carried the ball, making large gains. State called for time out. We have just got to stop Gaines, said Red Stuart, the State cap- tain, and stop him hard enough to put him out of this ball game for good. After we get him we ' ll win this game — he seems to know our plavs. Any ■ injuries, fellows? and as there was no response Stuart signalled the referee and the ball was put into play. The gridiron battle between Brown and State is one c,i the football classics. Intense rivalry always prevails and this year was no exception. The week earlier Reg Gaines had been injured and the advantage of Brown had been destroyed. Now he was in. however, showing his true form by making the State team look seriously ill. Gaines took the ball on an end run and as tackled by Hall, the State quarterback. In the heat of play. Hall, contrary to rules, jjurposelv kneed Gaines in the shoulder, opening- the injury and causing him tn be carried from the game. Hall never arose until noon on Sundays and the day after the Brown game was no exception. . t dinner he was profusely showered with con- gratulations for having stopped Gaines run yesterday. With each succeed- ing congratulation Hall felt worse for he knew that he was sailing undef false colors. To tell the truth, he felt miserable. More to escape the queries of fellow students than for anv other reason Hall went to Chapel Hour that Sunday evening. At State the University authorities invite eminent speakers to lecture to those students that care to go each Sunday e ening. Strange as it mav seem there is usually a good sized audience. On the Sunday following the Brown game the lecturer was a prominent Y.j I.C..- . man who had earned a big S some years before. Dr. Arthur Hollands. These gatherings were held in the front rows of the main auditoriunr. Tonight a strange sight met those who arrived early, for there in the center of the platform stood an old fashioned rocking chair. On the dot of six o ' clock the little door to the side opened and a distin- guished looking man stepped out. He was followed by President Cottinger of the university who frequently introduced the speakers. His stature could