Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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The Chipmunk Page Tivenly-one VENGEANCE OF THE STORM Old Ben Grayson was a lucky man; or at least that was what he thought when he struck one of the richest gold mines in Alaska. He was so excited that he quit work an hour earlier by way of celebration. When he entered, his cabin was dark except for a pale beam of light which penetrated the small, dirty window. He could barely discern a figure occupying the only chair which the room afforded. Somewhat taken aback, he was about to retreat out the door when a harsh voice said rather suddenly, “Stick ’em up!” The old man obeyed promptly, not knowing at what moment the intruder might shoot. “Hear you’ve struck it rich,” remarked the stranger, meaningly. “Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t,” said Ben, angrily. “None of that, now. I’ve got hold of this dump and I mean to get what’s coming to me.” “Never fear, you’ll get your deserts soon enough.” said old Ben. heatedly. That night the stranger occupied the bed while Ben slept on the floor. He awoke several times during the night, but being unarmed he could do nothing against the intruder with his rifle. The next morning old Ben prepared breakfast under the watchful eye of Stubbs, as the stranger called himself. Now hustle along to the mine. I haven’t long to stay in these parts.” When they had reached the mine, old Ben thought he would have a rest, but Stubbs was adamant. “Get down there and go to work!” he said. “I’ll take a smoke and then lend a hand.” All day they toiled. When the sun at last sank they were both too tired to complain. Stubbs always cleaned the riffles of the “Long Tom” and put the coarse gold in a chamois bag. After a week’s hard labor Stubbs announced his intention to start for civilization. During the night a heavy wind came up. It whipped the ground furiously. With its cessation, tiny flakes of snow began to fall, gradually increasing until the air was filled with the white particles. Stubbs cursed roundly, when he saw the change of weather. “I’ll go anyway.” he said stubbornly. He ate breakfast hastily and after packing some food in an oilskin bag, he took the two chamois bags of gold and slung them into the pack. Then adjust- ing a pair of clumsy snowshoes, he started out.

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Page Twenty The Chipmunk Gus Dixon, '23, is a Sophomore at the University of Nevada. Agnes Johnson, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Capitola Quigley Dollarhide, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Vera Jones Drayer, '23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Erwin Morrison, ’23, is a Sophomore at the University of Nevada. Kenneth Walker, ’23, is a Sophomore at Stanford University. Joyce Ricketts, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Edith Williford, ’23, is working for the Red River Lumber Company. Ruth Wilson, '23, is a Sophomore at the University of California. Ruth Jensen, ’24, is assistant to the kindergarten teacher in Westwood. Hans Jacobsen, '24, is working in the machine shop of the Red River Lum- ber Company. Floyd Myers, ’24, is attending Fresno Junior College. Stanley Davis, '24, is a Freshman at Stanford University. Winifred Rodman, ’24, is cashier in the Westwood Cafeteria. Harry Wilkinson, ’24, is working as electrician for the Red River Lumber Company. George Chipman, '24, is working in the blacksmith shop of the Red River Lumber Company. Fred Niepoth, '24, is working at Camp Forty-two, Red River Lumber Company.

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Page Twenty-two The Chipmunk Old Ben watched him until he was lost in the distance. A week later old Ben decided to go to La Portage for provisions. It was a hike of about forty miles. He took two empty pack sacks to bring home his winter provisions. He had gone scarcely ten miles when he saw a figure in blue overalls, half buried in the snow. It took him but a few moments to recognize it. It was Stubbs! B. M., '28. APRIL FOOL’S DAY The origin of April Fool's Day is not known. One investigator claimed that it originated at the time of the flood when Noah made the mistake of letting the dove out before the water had abated. He claims this day was created to preserve the memory of the event. The most reasonable explanation of this day is that which ascribes the origin of the custom to France. This nation took the lead over the Christian world when it started the year on January first instead of March twenty-fifth. Before the change was made the celebration culminated on the octave of the feast which was then April first, and gifts were given and visits paid. When the new calendar was adopted in 1564 New Year's day was carried back to January first and only mock visits and pretended gifts were given on April first, with the view of making fools of those who had forgotten the change in date. The custom was at once started and kept up. even after its origin had been for- gotten. It is not impossible that the English derived this custom from the French, for in spite of all guesses there are no records of the custom in Great Britain until the beginning of the eighteenth century. What are known as “sleeveless” errands are a great favorite in England on this day. Such are: sending one to a bookstore to buy a copy of the “History of Adam's Grandmother.” or to a grocery store for a pint of pigeon’s milk, or to a cobbler’s for some strap oil. Usually the cobbler, if he were on to the game, would give the victim the strap and oil to moisten it. —R. J., ’28. WHY THE CHIPMUNK IS LITTLE In the olden days when Jupiter was ruling the universe, Pluto the under- world, and Neptune the waters, when Apollo was god of the sun, and Diana was goddess of the moon, there lived in a sparsely populated part of the Greek world a chipmunk. The chipmunk was not sacred to any gods and he was glad of it, saying he could take care of himself. The chipmunk was also, as I should have said, a large animal about the size of our California grizzly bear. He was very proud of his strength, being next to king of beasts. He thought as some people do, “I’m best and you’re next best.” One day, as he was strutting about knocking small animals over and kicking them out of his path, he met a woman. The moment he saw her he knocked her down and would have eaten her, but he saw a curious light in her eyes. He did not wish an encounter with an immortal so he let her go. As soon as the old woman had regained her feet she said, “You will hurt an old woman, will you? If only the god of mortals can hear me you will hurt no more peo-