University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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Hanley looked first at Carter, then at Stiles in a puzzled fashion, then turn- ing to Professor Stevens, as if convinced against his will, he said, Hal, old boy, there might be something in it after all. ARTHUR XVALSH, JUNE lIQ. The Study 'With head and hands I sit, and think and think, And wonder XVl1C1'C, and W'hy, and How. Is all the world a tangled skein of X and Y and Z? And frown. From book through opened window I can see The tops of trees like lace against the skyg The restful, rolling hills of green,-What matter X and Y ?- Ancl smile. EDNAH PATTERSON, June FIQ. -rx l 2 ff' 'auii .-..- ' x l Q H

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end. A touchdown seemed certain. The Markham stand was in an uproar. Across the Field dashed Stiles. On the live yard line he threw himself forward in a reckless tackle. I-Ie struck his man badly, bringing him down on his own head, but saving a score. The pistol sounded as they lay there. Stiles was knocked out, but his arms had to be forced away from King's legs so tightly did he hold them. The next day as Carter was reading the account of the game in the morn- ing paper, he heard someone sobbing in the bed next to his. I-Ie turned and saw it was Stiles. XVhat is the trouble ? he asked. 'IYhat are you crying for? It was my fault we lost yesterday. The fellows will never forgive me. They will tell of it even after I have left college, he said brokenly. They will tell of your playing yesterday for some time to come, replied Carter, you can bet your last dollar on that. just then the door opened, and Hlhitney, captain of the team, Coach Han- ley, and Professor Stevens filed in. The coach was laughing for the First time in months. Stiles, old man, said IVhitney, you played a splendid game yesterday. I want you to take this as a souvenir of your hrst and last game of college foot- ball. I-Ie drew from his coat the ball the game had been played with. On it was marked in white paint Markham 3, Altamont 7. You should have seen him, Carter, said the coach. After the first Five minutes he was in every play. Wfhen he caught that pass he dodged throught just as you used to do, only you were never half as fast as he was yesterday. King looked as if he were standing still, he added. VVhen he scored I could have run out and hugged him. And when he tackled King, I nearly died from joy. XVhat do you mean?-When I scored?-Wlhen I tackled King?-Didn't they win ?,' asked Stiles. VVhat are these figures on the ball and all this talk about my playing? I don't remember a thing after they scored. XN'ell, can you beat that, gasped the coach. Sure we won. I-Iere, take a look at this,', he said as he handed Stiles the sporting page of the paper that Carter had been reading. Across the page ran this heading: Altamont wins great game from Markham 7 to 3. Sensational run by Stiles turns defeat into victory. IVell, Said Stiles at length, half dazed. I don't remember a thing about 1t.', IVhat are these for? asked the coach as he noticed the telephone re- ceivers Carter had used in following the game. Professor Stevens had a telephone installed so I could get the returns ot the game, play by play, said Carter. W'e were cut off in the first of the game. After they scored we were connected again. After that everything went fineg I just closed my eyes and imagined I was playing. As he told me where each play was going, I could feel myself going right with it. It was so real that I was all in when the game was over.

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Mary E1izabeth's Romance ITSON Palace was the most palatial home of King James in all the Kingsland. lt was a Brown Stone structure with Cone shaped Towers that Rose high above the Green Grove and Parks that surrounded it on Clarence Hill. To the XVright lay Coxhead Craig and below it a Small Bair of Baer land that marks the lowlands of Blackburn. Par to the left lay Madeline Bray with its Pearl like Stream rippling from Stone to Stone, and tlowing into the waters of Lake Gill in the distance. King james, accompanied by Dukes Sherwood and Raymond. Boone companions, had climbed to one of the Little Ivy covered Towers to watch for the arrival of the Parry on which was expected Princess Elizabeth, the Fairchild of King James, and Lord l4Vescott Richardson of Lovell Manor. ,-X misty Haize hung over the Black waters of the Lake and the Arda B. could scarcely be discerned. As the boat landed, Princess Elizabeth ordered her maid to I-lavemeyer, the Porter, get her Coats and bring them to the Lee side of the Parry. As the boat entered the Harber, Elizabeth, in order to evade Lord Vlfescott, hastened to the cross Rhodes, Hunting a N-Vaye to Shun the Boldman whose Power was greater than his Love. ln her haste to escape she waded through the dreaded Myers of Blackburn to reach Eldridge Wloods, where she re- Cline-ed on the Green grass and dreamed of her true Love, Sherwood. ln the interim Lord XVescott had decided to visit Ritson Palace, where he was warmly greeted by King james and the two Dukes. But when he related to them the strange disappearance of the Princess and his intention to Mary Elizabeth, they were enraged, for they, too, were rivals for her Love. The grooms, Dalby and Martin, brought Christopher and Gogerty, the two Noble Cole Black steeds. winners of the Derby, and the rivals were to ride in opposite directions. The one who found her first should Marion a day in june. Sherwood chose Gogerty, who was XYilder than Christopher, and rode in a westerly direction. while Raymond rode east and then south, meeting his rival at the cross Rhodes, near Loring Hlaye. Elizabeth saw them coming and tried to Dodge, but Sherwood took her in his arms, began to Nash his teeth and say, I'll Grant you Rugh the day you chose to Mary my Love. As the Young Moon Rose over Clarence Hill, the Dukes drew their weapons. The Xlfoods echoed the metallic clash of swords. One fell. Sherwood Pierce-d his rival's Brain. He placed one foot on the chest of the vanquished warriorg brandished his bloody sword on high over his head, and said, He who Stoops to conquer winsf' Placing a Small Jewel on her white hand and bestowing a kiss on her Ruby lips, he murmured, Darling, lf love you. He lifted her gently to Christopheris back and they rode a-WVaye. Deakin Thomas, Dean of Newby Hall, accompanied by his Grace the Bishop of Sutherland, overtook them and were Haile-d by Sherwood. He requested them to go to Saint l:'aul's, a little Ivy covered Chapel, to Mary Elizabeth on the stroke of the Ninth Ouer. MARION GROVER, june iIQ.