Westwood High School - Chipmunk Yearbook (Westwood, CA)

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Page Thirty THE CHIPMUNK ON AND ON Once upon a time, in the land of Discontentment, there ruled a mighty king called Never Satisfied. Now it happened that this king had a lion, and being dissatisfied with the animal he wished to be rid of it. His unwise man, Ever Wrong, had told him that a certain animal which was known as the Kill ’Em Quick was the only living thing that could kill this fierce lion. So the king sent for his little page, whose name was Try to Please, and demanded that the lad bring him this animal in a fortnight or he would be fed to the lion. Try To Please set out on his journey to Satisfy Land where he thought he might find the animal or at least get some information about it. In order to reach this land he had to cross the plains of Dis- satisfaction, swim the river of Give It Up, and climb the mountains of What’s the Use, but fearing for his life if he did not return with the strange animal which the King wanted, he managed to reach Satisfy Land. Upon his arrival he asked to be directed to the home of Dr. Fix It Up. He told the doctor his troubles and the old man shook his head sadly. Then he took a big book from a shelf and began to read. After some time he told Try To Please that there wasn’t another Kill ’Em Quick in all the world because that race of animals had run out, but he said that he could fix him up somehow. Taking a large horn from the wall and getting some false whisk- ers and two cans of different colored paint, he went out to where the page had left his horse. He tied the horn and whiskers on the horse and began to paint designs all over its body until, when he had fin- ished, the horse’s neck was spotted green and his body was foolishly designed in a vivid red. Nevertheless the horse was now the very image of the desired Kill ’Em Quick animal. Thanking the doctor. Try To Please started back to the land of Discontentment, mounted on the false Kill ’Em Quick. He rode into the Land of Discontentment just as the sun went down on the last day of the fortnight he had been allowed in which to secure the animal. The king was so pleased with the success of his page’s journey that he rewarded him with a big bag of gold. The day came When the Kill ’Em Quick was to battle with the lion. All the people of the. land gathered at the big arena to see the lion get killed by this strange looking animal. But, alas! they were doomed to disappointment for when the lion and the Kill ’Em' Quick emerged from their tangle the lion wore a smile of triumph and the Kill ’Em Quick stood there looking very foolish, his horn and whiskers lying on the ground before him. When the king and the people saw how they had been tricked they rushed at the frightened page to kill him, but he jumped on the back of the defeated Kill ’Em Quick and rode away from the angry mob. And as far as I know he is still riding, on, on, and on,—on to the land of No Fakers. Lenora Sorrels ’32

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THE CHIPMUNK Page Twenty-nine “At eleven, two men came in, one was the old man at the book- shop, and the other was a man whose face looked more like a rat’s than a rat itself. The men were talking earnestly together in under- tones. They were casting glances around as though they were afraid that something would jump on them. As we listened to them, we gained more information from them than they ever would have told in a police station. ‘“This old man’s suit is so hot that I am going to get sunstroke, and these whiskers will melt.’ “‘Aw, come on wear them just a few more days, then we will go to the other side of town. By that time we will be so rich we won’t have to sell opium.’ “‘Yes, but we had better be careful. I sold that book with the note and the tins!’ “‘What! we’ll have to be careful or we’ll land in the cold storage,’ yelled the rat faced man. “‘Well, where is the opium? The Chinese den is getting out of the stuff. Say, by the way, I’ve got a new customer at 601 Broadway.’ “Good, I will meet you there at twelve,’ said The Rat, as we had come to decide his name was. “After they had left, we hopped in a taxi and went to the police station. From there the police and I went to 601 Broadway and broke into the house and raided it. It was one of the largest opium dens in the city. “The Rat” wouldn’t tell anything but the old man, who turned out to be a young man, told all the rest we needed to know. “Well, Mary, let’s look at that furniture.” Lynn Heath ’35 WHY? I like some kinds of poetry, And some I can’t digest. That’s one thing I can’t figure out Altho I try my best. And there are lots of girls I like, While some I just detest And if I ever find out why I’ll surely feel at rest— Well, there are boys that seem quite nice (Until I know them better.) Others I don’t like at first (But learn to like ’em later.) Now all of this is silly trash, But if you can say why Some things I like and some I don’t, Please tell me bye and bye. Faith Mullen ’30

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THE CHIPMUNK Page Thirty-one THE END OF THE RAINBOW A young miner entered a store in the old gold mining center of Dawson and, having just come in from a long trip over the snow cov- ered lands, immediately went over to the stove and seated himself with the already large group of men gathered there. Turning to the nearest man he inquired, “What’s the news?” At the same time he filled his pipe and reached in his pocket for a match. “Bandits held up and robbed the Owl Mine yesterday and tor- tured Joe into telling them where the gold was hidden. Joe’s wife was sick with pneumonia and he needed the gold for medicine and food.” The hand in which the lighted match was burning, was stopped in midair and the miner did not awake from his surprise until the match had burned his fingers. “Well,” he answered, “I am Jim McDavids from the Rainbow' Mine. The Owl Mine is the one adjoining our claim so you see my cause for alarm. My partner, David, is there all alone. I had to come to town to buy supplies.” Jim now hastened to buy his supplies. Before he had purchased everything it was four o’clock, but already dusk. Jim had decided to stay in Dawson that night and go back to the mine the next day, but upon hearing of the bandits, he determined to hurry back that night. Jim hastened home that night, reaching the cabin shortly after midnight. Coming up to the cabin he heard voices and knew instantly that the bandits had won the race. He crept up to the cabin window and listened. “We’ll only give you until morning to tell where the gold is hidden.” “I’ll never tell,” came the reply. Jim recognized the voice as David’s. Jim now sank back into the darkness to form a plan of action. A few weeks previous they had received a supply of powder for blast- ing purposes. Jim now thought of this. The problem, however, was how to get the bandits into the mine before the charge was set off. Then he suddenly formed a plan. Funny he’d never thought of it be- fore. He now walked up to the cabin and stepped boldly in. “Who’s there?” said a voice, “Whoever it is, halt.” Jim just stood and stared at the scene. Finally he asked, “Where’s David? I’m his partner.” The bandits now approached him and said boastfully, “Aha, now we’ve got them both. Maybe this one’ll tell.” Jim now hastened to reply, “Just let me sleep for a few hours and I’ll tell all I know.” The request was quickly granted. When Jim awoke next morning he told the bandits the gold was hidden in the mine. He said he would show them the place if they would follow him to the mine.