YUBA COUNTY  Nuggets

Yuba Delta

June, 1908

CLASS PROPHECY

            “Oh, yes, I know we are ages too early for the train but Ralph insisted that we’d miss it!” exclaimed a rather pleasant faced woman to the agent.

            The woman’s face seemed familiar but I could not recall her name.  She took a seat beside me and said:  “We go to Marysville, how far are you going?”

            I said “Same place,” and turned to my magazine for I hate inquisitive people.  But she still persisted, “Are you going up for commencement?”

            “Yes!” I snapped closing my book with a sigh and turning toward her inquired, “What is your name?”

            “Vivienne – and I graduated from Marysville in 1908.  Isn’t your name Lois --?  I thought I couldn’t be mistaken.”

            “I guess you know Miss Woodburn bought the Electric nominated for United States President as the Independent Road and that under the management of Jones it has become of national importance.  It ell you she was lucky in choosing him.

            “Miss Foulk?  Oh, her great grandmother’s fifth cousin bequeathed her a large fortune to be used in relieving the poor and now she is endeavoring to obtain the passage of a government bill to secure ‘Parks.’

            “Mr. Martin was recently made president of Harvard and is very influential.

            “Grace Stafford, though, surprised me.  After completing her course at the University she became interested in fortune telling.  She persuaded a wealthy woman to send her to Europe and now she has a sign something like this:  Madam Stafforduus tells your fortunes by the stars, cards or palm.”  Many have consulted her and profess to believe what she tells them but somehow she didn’t convince me as being very good.”

            Here my voluble companion paused but it needed only a question, “Where is Charles S-?” for her to explain, “He ‘grub-staked’ a man who went to Colorado to prospect for gold.  He staked out a fifty-acre claim and after taking out several million dollars struck oil.  Of course, this made Charles immensely rich and he was made president of a trust to oppose Rockefeller.  He is very popular and bids fair to be nominated for United States President as the Independent candidate.

            Margaret T- has become quite famous from an educational standpoint.  Several of her books are regarded as classics, but her latest production is the most noted.  She calls it “How the Ancient Latins Rode Ponies.”  It is said that several from the class of 1909 sent her information but she has never said so.  Last month she was made head of the Latin department of the new University of Florida.

            Rob – is quite noted in a scientific way.  He had discovered that Mars is inhabited by a race who have no desire for ornaments especially stick-pins.  For this discovery he has been made president of the ‘When I do, I Don’t Club’ which enables boys and young men to save their money which is invested for them.

            But Will – has surprised me the most of all. He is a preacher, noted for his vivid speech and strong denunciation of what he believes wrong.  Before entering the ministry he made quite a record in the Athletic world; it is said that once when badly frightened he ran the mile in three minutes.  When questioned about the matter he said he thought some one was after him.  He has written a book, too, called “What makes the World Go ‘Round after a Baseball Game.”

            Nellie F- is the wealthy girl of the class.  She discovered a mine on her ranch near Brown’s Valley which is second only to the holdings of the famous Hetty Green.  Her wealth has not made her vain but on the contrary she superintends the works herself.”

            Here we heard the station agent cry “Train’s coming!” and we gathered up our things, both thinking that the hours had never passed so rapidly before.

IF SCHOOL WERE OUT

If school were out!

The school-house would be empty then;

The books would be away;

Silence would reign o’er everything,

For the whole live-long day.

The desks would all be lonesome then,

The mice would run around,

Nor up the stairs and thro’ the halls,

Would soft (?) footsteps resound.

Nor would the bell ring merrily out,

To call us to our work;

For it would be vacation then,

With lots of time to shirk.

If school were out!

--R. D., ’10.

APOLOGIES TO CHAUCER.

Whan that September with it’s sonne hote,

The very flowers had parched to the rote;

And smale fowles maken melodye,

The slepen all the night with open ye;

Bifel that, in that seson, a companye

Of four and three came to that hostelrye,

In Marysville; and said with corage ful devout,

Thru school we’ll go and no one can us rout.

Me think it now accordant to resound,

To telle you al the condicioun.

Of each of hem and what degree ther’re inne,

And at a monk then wol I first beginner.

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THE MONK.

A monk ther was, a manly man, and abln,

Who oft told many a tale and fable.

He sayde that to the place he hadde comme,

To escape gurlles and alle ther funne.

And all he did was sit and grinne

At everichon who did comme near to himme.

His eyen twinkled in his heed aright,

As doon the sterres in the frosty night,

This worthy cloisterer was cleped Luyster.

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THE THEACHERRE.

Ther’ also was a teacherre who wente,

And she was cleped Madamoiselle Margaretta.

And sikerly she was of greet disport,

And ful pleasaunt and amiable of port.

Ful alle her time she taught a school of onne,

And she was beauteous and fulle of funne.

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THE SEAGEANT OF LAWE.

A Sergeant of Lawe was ther of high renown,

That justice of the was by pleyn commisioun.

He was the sonne to a Doctour of Phisyk,

And in this world he was ther noon him lyk.

No-wher so busy a man as he ther was,

And yet he seemed busier than he was.

Ful fond was he of playing games,

And this Sergeant y’ cleped was Willyame.

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THE WYF ‘OF PALO ALTO.

A good wyf ther was of bisyde Palo Alto,

And she had visited far, even the Rialto,

For she had been eeke to Bologne,

And she was cleped Madame Vivionne.

Smalle was hir face, and fair, and pale of hue

And shorte was she, and pretty as are fewe,

For she was eeke swete and evey,

And loved ful welle a Palo Alto boy,

Hir nose tretys, her eyen greye as glas,

Hir mouth ful small and soft and reede was.

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THE ATHLETE.

An athlete ther was in this compainye,

And he was often cleped Charlemaige.

Quick coulde he runne and jump hye,

In al cas was he sorre alle the time,

In best of clothes he ever was g’ dresst,

And kept his curlles beautifully presst.

Forsooth, he allays wer so eeke gay,

He lokked as an he wer the sunne of day.

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THE GERMAN STUDENTE.

But with hem came a gentle German Studente,

Allays hir mind on study hardde was bente.

For this onne, cleped Stafforde, was quite tall,

And at one time she played basket-balle.

Hir hair was curled around her pretty hede,

From Shakespeare to Dickens she hadde rede.

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THE NONNE.

A none with hem ther was and eek merry,

A jolly onne, and rosy as a berry,

And she quite modestlie ful often smyled,

For two young men ‘tis said she once beguiled.

But being none hadde left them in the lurch,

And it is sayde, she hadde comme to search

O’er alle the hills and downs for game,

And she was cleped Madame Nelliyame.

Now have I told you shortly, in a clause-

Degree, lokkes, the nombre and eek the cause

What that assembled was the companye,

In Marysville, at this gentle hostelrye.

It wer fourre year ago they comme,

And now they’re ready to go out againne.

-Lucile Lewek, ’09.

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EDITORIALS.

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            One more year has passed – one more class is bidding farewell to the M. H. S.  We hope that the members of that class will be as much loved and as successful in the coming years as they have been while here.  They have been with us four years and we shall miss them when they are gone.

            Yes, one more year has passed!  I wonder if we are a year wiser or a year better?  I hope both!  And after vacation let us start out with fresh spirit and fresh vigor, so that when next Commencement finds us, we shall be even a year wiser and a year better than we are now.

            We regret to say that our Principal, Mr. Martin, has decided to leave us this year.  Mr. Martin has taught in our school for four years and has brought the school work up to a high standard both here and at the University.  He has done the school a great deal of good and we regret his departure.

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THE ENTRY OF THE FLEET TO SAN FRANCISCO HARBOR.

            For many weeks before the coming of the great Fleet to San Francisco all the patriotic people of that city were in a high state of excitement.  In the rush of preparations the question was often asked:  “Where will be the best place to view the entry of the Fleet?”  Of course a great many places were suggested by one of the most popular places was Yerba Buena Island.  So as the sun broke thru’ the morning fog on that eventful sixth of May, it saw the little island just opposite the Golden Gate covered with thousands of people.  The crowd was a jolly one stirred with the excitement of the expected sight.  The band from the Naval Station played throughout the morning and their selections were enthusiastically received by the cheers of thousands.

            About noon all eyes were turned towards the Golden Gate, and soon a dim line of smoke could be distinguished through the rising fog.  Then little by little out of the dim mist came that great white fleet spreading like phantom ships through the Golden Gate.  As the Connecticut entered the Gate the guns of Fort Baker and Fort Point thundered forth a welcome hardly audible among the wild cheers of the people.  The Connecticut then answered the salute and as each ship entered she hoisted her flag.

            The ships were met off Fort Point by the York Town bearing the Secretary of the Navy and other officials and after saluting, the ships proceeded to their anchor.  As the east ship passed Alcatraz, the Pacific coast squadron fell in line and went to anchor with them.

            As the ships cast anchor, they ran up their strings of flags and as they lay riding peacefully on the gentle swell of the bay, they were indeed an awe-inspiring sight.

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Please excuse the effusion of the Editor.  After a long year of hard work and little praise, she has come to the following conclusions, which she has tried rather unsuccessfully to put into rhyme:

Oh, where is the honor, where is the glory,

Of being an Editor?

We’re merely laughed at for our pains,

Or told we should do more.

The school is too busy by far to write

A story or even a rhyme;

Although, alas, to criticize,

‘Tis strange, there’s always time.

We know each number should be better

‘Tis a fact we can’t deny;

But when we’ve done our very best,

Your criticism makes us sigh.

For when at first we were elected,

We were told by each dear friend,

That oh, it was such an HONOR!

Our glory would be without end!

But, alas, we soon did find,

As many before us have found

That “honor’s an empty bubble,”

And bursts ere half begun.

So all ye struggling Editors,

I’m sure ye will agree,

If ye are heart-sick and oppressed,

To go on a STRIKE with me.

We will strike for all the glory

That is to us Editors due;

We will strike for higher wages,

And we’ll strike for stories, too.

And we’ll form a great big Union,

That’ll protect us from the mob;

And make this Honor seem to us

Not quite such an awful job.

Ah that will be a glorious time,

Lets hasten it along!

We sadly need, without a doubt,

That Union, great and strong.

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