White Salmon High School - Punch Bowl Yearbook (White Salmon, WA)

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18 VV. S. H. S. 1920 This caused great excitement in the little kitchen. Mr Webber, a long bearded old man nearly missed his chair while trying to sit down. Mrs. Pugsy spilled a cupful of flour on Tom's black head, while the others stood aghast. After the excitement wore off, they began to discuss the early incident at the home of their Uperfeckt gintlemin of a minister. Per- haps the news traveled by wireless, or perhaps the whole town of Tweed- water heard the uproar. VVhich ever way it might of been, by noon nearly half the town had congregated in Mrs. Pugsy's kitchen. At that time Mrs. Podger entered to know the cause. Silence reigned until Tom spoke wat .did yo say to make mistah Pod- ger trow so many dishus at you and say such awful wuds? A It did not take any more to convince her of the fact that Tom had heard the confusion, and she laughed heartily that the congregation thought her, insane. Suming the confusion, she began with, Why, my dear peo- ple, is that what the discussion is? And with another laugh, she con- tinued, Why, he was filling the sugar bowl and at the same time telling' me to 'Darn' the hole in the sleeve of his Sunday-go-to-meeting suit. The sugar bowl slipped to the door with a crash as he uttered the word, 'Darni l'm very sorry to have cause you so much trouble, but I think every thing is all right now. There was a happy and jolly congregation that left the Pugsy kit- chen at 12:30 P. M. on Saturday following their minister's return. REQRQREQR THE BAKING CONTEST There were seven contestants at the entrance of the Linn County Di- vision. Five were capable, pretty girls and two were husky boys looking for some fun. They hastily dropped out when they saw their opponents and were seen no more. For want of better names l shall call these girls Anice, Hazel, Clara, Evyline, and Letha. When the doors opened the girls quickly found their places and the contest started. The object of this contest was to prove to Judge Wetherby that girls of today can bake Sponge cake quite as perfect as that he remember, as a boy. For first prize he had given five dollarsg se- cond, threeg and the third, one. The girls used their own recipe, Anice taking the simplest one which cal'is for, seven eggs, one cup oi' sugar, and flour, one teaspoon salt, cream of tartar and lemon Havor. All five girls were working carefully and quick- ly according to their nature. Clara put her cake together in great haste dreaming all the while of the new icing and rosebud decorations she had learned to make. She was also thinking of the pretty hat in the millinery shop, she had seen only yesterday, marked 55.97 this week only. Anice worked with great care, thinking a'll the while of the drawing set ,her brother wanted so badly and of the small dresses and shoes de- manded by her little sister. But she worked faithfully trying to concen- trate her mind to the work at hand. After beating up the eggs and sugar she added the iiour and other ingredients and poured the precious batter

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1.920 W. S. H. S. 17 LITERARY del Jai' OUR PIOUS FRIEND PODGER SAID DARN Whoopce3 Dere it comes! Gee! Can't youse hear dat train, murnsy? cried the little negro of Mrs. Pugsy, who with the other members of the Tweedwater church, was waiting patiently for the return of their minister, Rev. John Podger. After the thundering and clattering of the train died away and the members had delivered their kindly greetings, Rev. Podger stood upon the dry goods box, prepared especially for him, to relate his experiences dur- ing his long missionary campaign. He was a short stout man, clad in a black suit, white stiff bosom front, stiff white collar, and black felt hat, w.hich was removed. His shoes shone like the bald spot on the very top of his head, and, although his eyes were gray, they could not be distinguished from brown, under the large brown spectacles he wore. Being a fidgety and nervous man, his moustache, which was nearly as white as his scanty hair, was inclined to curl upwards at the corners. And although he was very particuar as to his speech and apparel he was humorous enough to attract attention. It was nearly supper time when Podger hnished with Amen and the crowd began to disperse. Tom Pugsy slowly wedged his way to John Podger's side, Mr. John Podgerj ventured little Tom timidly, Et I come ovah to yo house tomorrow, will youse tell me 'bout doze el'phants dat yo sed yo saw? Why certainly, certainly Tom, he replied with a friend- ly pat on Tom's shoulder, I would be delighted to, and it will be a very interesting story. The foilowing vinorning found the pleased Tom Pugsy sitting on the back steps of the minister's home long before any sound of awakening was heard. As time -wore on and the sun became brighter, Tom began to hear stirrings in the house and the smoke rolled forth from the chimney. He decided not to venture in yet and sat watching the sun peep over the hilltop. Suddenly he heard a few rnutterings and then a loud Darn followed by the crash of dishes. Frightened by the noise and unfamiliar slang, Tom found that the homeward road seemed long under his swift feet Tom was all excitement when he entered the little kitchen of the Pug- sy home, whens a few early callers had assembled to discuss a stray sheep found in the yard, each one claiming to be the owner. However, Tom didn't stop for this but ran straight to his mother and cried, Oh Mumsy, Mumsy, he sed it, yes, he sed 'darn. ' But Tom, dear, who said 'Darn'?' asked his mother. Why mumsy, Podger did. Yes'm, and I guess he broke all ub de china in dat dere 'ouse for dere was so much noise ............ I ............ I ............ I was -scared.

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1920 W. S. H. S. 151 into a large round pan.. Then came the minutes of waiting. The girls felt almost too excited to talk but with sinking heart Anice heard the other girls planning the wonderful icings they were going to put on the cakes. When the cake that Anice had mixed so carefully was done, she slipped it from the pan to the doily covered plate and set it away to cool. What an even beautiful shade of brown it was! Now she could only wait un- til the afternoon came to see whose cake had tak-en the prize. When two o'clock came and found the cakes and girls again at the appointed place, Anice saw with beating heart that the blue ribbon of success was pinned to her own golden-brown cake and that for all her frills and rosebuds, Clara had captured only third ribbon on her costly cake. Judge Wetherby was convinced and Anice declared that she was the happiest girl in Linn County. -By Grace Jarvis, Sophomore. lt it E R U! R U! I! H THE SLEEPING BEAUTY Many years ago when the Indian was monarch of the wi'lds and still controlled much of the land, there was a tribe of Indians which was ruled by their Chief, Red Feather. All was peaceful in the tribfe at times. The squaws worked around the camp and the old men and braves basked in the sun and took life easy. But not always. There was often war with neighboring tribes and then the men were on the alert. Winona, the beautiful daughter of the Chief, had a lover among the braves. His name was Golden Star. The tribe was going to carry on a long and important war with a far-distant tribe. Just previous to the departure of the braves, a large feast was held and the betrothafl of the Chief's daughter and Golden Star was solemnly celebrated. ' After the departure of the braves the life in the camp became monoto- nous and wearisome. Winona yearned for her lover and wished for some excitement. It came in the form of a white missionary. He taught the people and began to iniiuence their lives. It soon became known that he had won the heart of the beautiful Winona. The Chief would not con- sent to their marriage. They were married in another tribe but Red Feather soon repented of his wrath and allowed them to return to 'live in his tribe. Soon after the marriage of Winona, the bravfes returned from the war. Golden Star had been quite seriously wounded but it was thought that with good care he would recover completely. But alas, what unhappiness was his when he found that his sweetheart had been unfaithful! His wounds did not heal, he soon spent the whole day in his Wigwam and then a little later his condition became alarming. He was emaciated and weak and three months after his return, he died. The wise man of the tribe visited Vifinona after the death and told her that by her unfaithfulness she had caused Golden Star's death and that