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

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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.

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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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VISIONS H.W l ' ( ' i nutliinj - niiii-i- iiniKUtant in iln mi a lirii lit iimincr day, I was aiiiik ' ssly w amlciinjj aloiij; llic iicaili. In a h(irt time 1 had kit all signs of liahitation far hchiiid. I was fasciiiaU ' d by llic strangi ' shells and hits of soa life that had been washed u]) on the sands. I ' or miles the shore line ran along sandy heaehes and steep ragged cliffs. I reaclu ' d an e |)eeially high liaid . and elindu-d np. My iew from the top-most jiU was magnifieent. I eoidd see an endless arrav of meringue eajtped wa es marched np on their foe: then reaching the shore come on in fiu ' y, swirling, swishing, and s])l;ishing S])ray far on the rocks aho e. The wind seemed to lie the water ' s ally, for it was hrilly screaming, screeching, whipping the frenzied waters cm. I gazed hack at the small illage in the distance. I was amused by its queer, superstitious inhabitants. I smiled cynically upon recalling the legend I had heard the night before, a time worn tale of a girl waiting for her lover, and seeing his sjiirit rise from the sea. Wondering where such a tale coulcl have originated, I started down the other side tif the cliff. Upon reaching the bottom, I found myself in ;i small peaceful C(.)ve. Quite pleased, as 1 felt a bit weary from my wanderings. I sat down in the warm sun. I could but faintly hear the roar of the waves, and the wind ' s whistling screech seemed far less shrill. So soothing was this atmosphere. I lay down feeling dreamy and a bit hazy. 1 noticed an enticing ca ern a short di.--tance. but nothing coidd tempt me from ni} ' retreat. 1 lay basking in the sun a few moments, when suddenly a strange voice reached my ears. Thinking perhaps someone else had discovered my oasis, I half rose to see who it was. To my astonishment 1 saw a young girl, hardly more than a child, sitting on a carved --ock in the mystic cavern that had at- tracted my attention. She was still now and was staring out over the hori- zon. I was instantly full of pity for she looked so lonel)-. so grief-stricken. Suddenly, as if seized by imjiulses, she rose and began making her way to my sandy cove. I lay motionless, almost fearing to breathe, lest I frighten her. As she drew nearer. I could see that she was a real daughter of the sea. Her CN ' es. sad and wistful, were the color of the billow - wave.- ; her long wavv hair, the color of the sand dunes. She was clothed in a long, snowy, white robe. Her strange beauty fascinated me, as she stood there, her gaze focused on the dim and distant horizon. Then raising her arms, her face and i)alins Forty-one