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

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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

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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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20 VV. S. H. S. 1920 he had been directed by the Great Spirit to tell her what to do. He told her that she must go up into the mountains alone and must never return. Winona loved her husband but she could not disobey the wise man, so she departed for the mountain. Three days after the departure of Winona there was great confusion of the elements and a shaking of the earth and When all was calm again the Indian looked to the mountains and there saw the form of a woman lying in oulin-e against the mountain. They called it the Sleeping Beauty and it was their belief that Winona lay there sleeping. I can't say as to that but to this day the Sleeping Beauty can be seen resting on the mountain top. -Ricka Claterbos It I! It it E R It it it , SANDY Old Sandy was very hungry. He had gone several days without any- thing to eat. The early winter had driven him down from his favorite haunts on Bird Creek, a month early. Sandy was an old sand colored coyote who had been famous among the farmers of Tyndell. He had peculiar habits, always traveled alone, always avoided tempting traps and contrary to coyote natuiwe, he never hunted in the moonlight. He was always the last to come down from the mountain in the fall and the first to go back in the spring. Each year when the winter had really mt in and his 'lonely Yop! Yop! could be heard on the night winds, the far- mers would say to one another, Old Sandy has come down at last, and ambitions sons would clean and oil their guns to perfection for every year the farmers set a price on Sandy. But each year marked another failure, the amount increased until his pelt was the ambition of all the youths of the vicinity. F As winter won-2 on the farmer's chickens disappeared, lambs were killed but the task seemed hopeless. Many a boy had wasted hour and days with gun and traps with no reward. But one boy never gave up. He the and ous had left his traps out to weather and rust, never approaching them to give tell-tale man scent. Old Sandy had gone several days without food one night, forgetting his usual precaution, he walked down a danger- trail to a farmer's coop and sprung a trap on his fore leg. The trap lain there so long that it had failed to give the warning human scent. For an hour he Worked and pulled and chewed until finally with a snap, he bit his leg in two and painfully wallowed off in the deep snow. With the dawn came the t'Boy and noticing the sprung trap and -blood on the trail, he took his gun and followed the blood trail into the forest. Every mile or so he saw places where Sandy had rested and as the tracks became more fresh, the stops became more frequent until finally he was found lying under a bush, his strength spent, too weak to move at sight of the boy. With one last effort to raise, he jerked forward then lay inert with eyes Hxed. He had lived his life and died unconquered. -Norman Hayes