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

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And then began the fight His pirates raised a mighty cry That echoed tlirough the night. Then suddenly, to liis surjirise. A volley s ve|)t his deck. lie called his nu-ii among the cries, They answered to his heck : Quick, throw the ammunition out, For surely ' twill he hit I liut even as they ran a shout . rose: the ship was hit. Through waters that were icy cold And black as ink, he dropped. Past silver eels and fish of gt ld. L ' ntil at length he stopped. He lay a while with IhrohlHug brow, Believing he was dead. . nd then began to wonder how Ik- had a aching head. He glanced about, but all was dark Except for one green light Tliat, shining faintly, made a mark, A ])in-]ir!ck in the night. This roused his curiosity : He rose from his bed of sand. And found he walked more easilv Than he had done on land. . long the m stic ocean floor The Terror made his way. Until he found a carven door Where it was light as day. He stood and wondered what to do. And, hearing not a sound. With Pounding heart he ventured through. Then gasped — he saw a mound Of human skulls flung far and wide. He turned, and would have fled. But the space the door had occupied Was now a flaming red : High up above u])on a throne There sat a figure weird With sapphire hair no man could own Thirty-nine

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BROTHERHOOD To THE end that brotherhood may prevail a lieautiful and costly building has been erected at the head of Bancroft Way in Berkelej ' . Today, International House is considered an architectural and struc- tural masterpiece. The public comes to admire the Spanish interior, to praise the majesty of the facade. After the polish of newness has worn off, will the House still be the suc- cess it is today? Will it have gained its goal? Time, and time only, can tell. However it seems reasonable that living with our brothers from far away will give us a better understanding of their lives and ideals. When we have that understanding, then we may have international peace, which is the quest of the world today. — Bettv Bailev THE TERROR OF THE WEST Once, in the days of good Queen Anne, W ' hen galleons sailed the sea. There lived a fierce and violent man, A pirate bold was he. Full man ' a worthy ship he sent To rest lieneath the blue. And many a bloody hour he spent In shooting sailors through. Each Spanish treasure ship he met He fought and robbed full well. And of her crew, those living yet. In slaver}- he did sell. For years this villain ruled the sea, And was an awful pest. Until his nickname came to be The Terror of the West. Then one dark night a ship he spied, ' Twas larger than the rest. But still he wasn ' t satisfied. His prowess he must test. He waited till the ship drew nigh Thirty-eight

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And matching azure lieard. In vain the Terror j lanced about — There was no place to run : The door had lieen the one way out. And it. alas, was g-one ! Though trembling like a leaf, he stood And faced the awfid Thing: His heart felt like a piece of wood Before that spectral king. Slowly the ghastly Creature rose And gazed upon the man ; The Terror watched his red e}es close. And saw him wave his hand. There then arose a mighty din. He trembled in his shoes, And saw gaunt ships come sailing in, Manned by skeleton crews. And one liy one they came to rest — Full sixty ships were there. Then came the skeletons, four abreast And formed a circle bare. The Terror could not watch them prance ; It was too much to see His victims ' bones in ghastly dance On the bottom of the sea. The Creature ' s eyes then opened wide. He waved his hand once more. His frightful subjects, side by side Slunk out and left the floor. The Creature then (produced a jar Filled up with Spanish gold. He flung the pieces wide and far. To the Terror ' s feet the} ' rolled ; As soon as one piece touched his shoe, A swirl of bubbles came, Irridescent, rose and blue. They played about his frame. The Creature waved his hand again. The bubbles danced away. But where the Terror ' s form had been. The somber sea held sway. — Phoebe Cooch.