YUBA COUNTY Nuggets

The school has not been especially successful in the recent athletic events, but we are not discouraged and intend to make a new record next year.

The Basket Ball Team, however, has done well. The girls for a while won victory after victory and reached the semi-finals in both Leagues. In the S.V.I.A.L., they were beaten only by League champions, and the school withdrew from the N.C.H.S.A.L. before the final game was played. The team deserves much praise for its hard work and good playing. The last game played was on April 24^th, between Lincoln and Marysville High. Our girls won with a score of 30 to 3.

The Base Ball boys have done good work, even if they have met with several defeats lately. Most of the games played have ended with a close score which showed the hard fight the boys put up for victory. Following is the list of games played recently by Marysville:

§ Marysville vs. Sutter City, at Yuba City – Score 11-7, in favor of Sutter City.

§ Marysville vs. Auburn, at Auburn – Score 6-1, in favor of Auburn. This was their most disastrous defeat but the boys were unaccustomed to playing on a diamond laid out on a hillside. They will do better, next time, Auburn.

§ Marysville vs. Oroville, at Oroville – Score 3-3. This game ended in a tie.

The Tennis Team consisting of Charles Sheldon and Donnell Greely, has practiced faithfully for the past month, and expects to make a name for itself. We are waiting to celebrate your triumphs as they should be celebrated.

In the S.V.I.A.L. Field Meet, held at Chico, Marysville made rather a poor showing, but we are resolved to do better next year. The League Cup was awarded to Chico High and the Relay Cup to Chico Normal. Marysville wishes to congratulate Chico High for the good time she gave her visitors. And here’s to the boy who won us our one point! We honor him above all others!

. . JOSHES . .

LIMERICKS

There is a young girlie named Brown,

Who loves to take rides out of town,

To her friends she said one day,

“In Colusa I’m going to stay,”

This sweet little girlie called Brown.

There is here a young laddie called Peery

Whom many girls think is a “deary,”

And this sensible lad,

Keeps many girls mad,

This funny young laddie called Peery.

A girl we have who is called Moors,

Who a boy far away much adores,

Of Stanford she raves,

But in not many ways,

This odd little girlie called Moors.

A little Soph who’s called “Tam,”

Surely does not over-cram,

But for a lad his size,

He’s really quite wise,

This wonderful youngster called “Sam.”

This wonderful girl who’s called Cheim,

Who for the piano does pine,

Her aim is Paderewski,

But perhaps sh’ll skiddo, ski;

This musical girl who’s called Cheim.

We’ve a dear sweet girl called Adele,

Whose temper, oh, awful to tell,

Gets away quite too much,

And on many does touch,

This terrible girl called Adele.

There is a young lady called Mace,

Who shows a sweet Angelic face,

She loves greatly Adele,

And her brother as well,

This sweet lady whom we call Mace.

There is a young girl called Jewett,

And surely some day she will rue it,

For her great pranks in school,

Is in breaking the rule,

This impossible girl called Jewett.

Miss Hale is a queer little girl,

Who has set poor Ray’s head in a whirl,

She laughs quite a bit,

(Now don’t think this a hit,)

This sweet little girl who’s called Hale.

Callas’ best friend is our Flo,

Don’t be surprised, Oh! no,

For this dear girl you see,

Calls’s sister may be,

This loving young girlie called Flo.

A young lady who’s nickname is “Frank,”

Has played many an odd little prank,

A sweet lad she made her prey,

The she laughed and went her way,

This odd little lady called “Frank.”

There’s a popular lad called McRae,

Who, a bachelor, claims he will stay,

But the stars truly say,

They’ll not give him his way,

This gay young lad called McRae.

A fellow called Sullivan is here,

And not a teacher does this one fear,

For he loves pranks to play,

So does so all day,

This singular boy we have here.

Miss Jopson’s a dear little blond,

And of her many laddies are fond,

But this gay butterfly,

Keeps them all fluttering by,

This dainty young girlie called Jopson.

Young Bissell has ideas enough,

For one day he brought here some snuff;

And then by his teasing,

Kept everyone sneezing,

This funny young fellow called Bissell.

There is an amiable girl called Dobbins,

For her are many heart throbbins,

This round, fat and jolly,

And just like a Polly,

This amiable girlie called Dobbins.

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When my thinks in vain are thunk,

When all my winks in vain are wunk,

What saves me from an awful flunk,

My Pony - - A soph - - - -Ex.

TO THE SENIORS.

There’s a place that is hotter than this,

It’s a place where they don’t shovel snow,

And if your lessons aren’t better than this,

It’s the place where you’ll have to go. –Ex.

AN ATTEMPT AT A BALLAD.

There are two warriors in our midst,

Of whom I’d sing today;

Whose noble deeds of prowess,

Deserve a worthier lay.

Who have not learned the meaning of

That dread word called defeat;

And though each day they’re vanquished each

Again at morn they meet.

For twixt these noble warriors,

A deadly feud exists;

And they fight full as bravely as

The knight of old, I list.

On day Sir Beldin calmly sat,

And conned his German o’ver;

Sir Barlow came and spitefully knocked

His book onto the floor.

Sir Beldin rose all in a rage,

And smote him o’ver the head;

Sir Barlow groaned so mightily,

We gave him up for dead.

The fight more fiercely soon did rage,

And blows flew left and right,

Fair ladies gazing, shrieked and swooned,

It was a fearful sight.

But soon above the noise and din,

They heard the school bell call;

Sir Barlow gave one parting kick,

And then they scattered, all.

In study-hour, Sir Barlow, sate,

Right nigh unto his foe,

Sir Beldin scowled so fiercely that

To kick, he was not slow.

Sir Beldin seized a ruler, strong,

And fire flashed in his eye,

He was a noble knight and true,

And not afraid to die.

He grabbed the ruler in both hands,

And struck with might and main,

The teacher frowned and changed their seats,

So all was still again.

But when ‘twas time for Algebra,

Our knights not one had worked,

Such angry thoughts were in their minds,

Their lessons they had shirked.

Instead of listening carefully,

They soon renewed the war,

Jack-knives and rulers, weapons were,

Text books as shields they wore.

And thus they fight on day by day,

And neither yet is down,

If thus they fight the world’s hard battle,

They’ll surely win renown.

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There is a girl we all adore,

Lois Kline!

Each day we love her more and more,

Lois Kline!

Oh, I wish my lips would utter,

Words like those which poets mutter,

And I would sing the praises of our

Lois Kline!

The Surgeon’s Daughter	W. Shearer
Stanford Stories	V. Moors
The Magistrate’s Son	M. Mace
An Athletic Girl	I. Jewett
Under the Berkeley Oaks	W. Jewett
A Country Girl	E. Beldin
The Tattler	G. Tombs
Vanity Fair	M. Trayner
Lessons in Love	F. Gray
The Rhymer	L. Lewek
A Girl of Ideas	G. Derrickson
Left in Charge	L. Kline
No Hero	L. Davidson
Singular Miss Smith	E. Zumwalt
My Lady Laughter	C. Hale
Far from the Maddening Girls	C. Sheldon
An Adventure of a Freshman	I. Schumacher
When I’m a Man	M. Frank
The Spanish Maid	S. Williams
Sweet William	M. Powell
Sweet Girl Graduate	G. Stafford
Miriam	W. Peery
The Blue Goose	R. Luyster
Do You Believe It?	Josh Editor
The Doctor’s Legacy	Miss Mirsky
Famous Parks of America	Miss Foulk
Heard (Hurd) in the Stilly Night	A. Brown
Dred, the Teacher’s Foe	R. Manwell
Joe’s Boys	T. Carlin
Brown of Harvard	W. McRae
Story of a Bad Boy	A. Schumacher
Baby Days	W. Perry
Davy and the Goblin	R. Jones
Maids of Paradise	Freshmen
Donald and Others	L. Jopson
Corleona	D. Greely
Jolly Good Days in School	L. McMurtry
Sunbonnet Babies Primer	J. Plymire
Comedy of Errors	Faculty
Cat Tales and Other Tales	H. Barlow, E. Beldin
Fact and Fiction	Nina Tipton

V. M. ’08 – That I will think more of my lessons and not so much of Stanford.

H. M. – The next time I wipe dishes, I’ll draw down the shade on the south side of my house.

FIRST PART.

My very garments now bring to me,

And bring me my horse so fast,

For tomorrow I go over land and sea,

To escape all girls at last;

For never again shall I be gay,

For never again shall down I lay,

‘Till I accomplish my singular feat,

Here in the meadows will I sleep;

And perchance there may a vision appear

That will show me my desire so dear.

Slowly Sir Luyster’s eyes grew dim,

And then the vision appeared to him.

II.

The little birds sang as if it were,

The one day of summer in all the year.

Then through the meadows Sir Luyster rode,

Out for a search for that abode,

Where girls would keep to themselves a bit,

And with a lemon you wouldn’t get hit.

III.

As Sir Luyster came to a beautiful lake,

He was ‘ware of a girl, there, by the same,

Who he once adored, and now waved as she sate,

And over Sir Luyster a loathing came,

The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill,

And flesh ‘neath the armor ‘gan shrink and crawl,

And midway its leap his heart stood still,

Like a frozen waterfall;

So on he rode with his nose in the air,

And would not notice the maiden fair.

The girl looked up with the greatest scorn,

“Some day, near by, you’ll be forlorn,

We will treat you, as you do us now,

And then to us you’ll have to bow.”

PART SECOND.

Sir Luyster came back from his quest one day,

And he was not happy, and he was not gay,

For he had looked on all girls with scorn,

And now he really was forlorn.

He had not found the place he longed for so,

And so as I say his spirits were low.

He knew that his downfall all was caused by hate

For girls, and now it had grown too late.

II.

Sir Luyster came to the little mere,

And there on the bank was girl he did fear.

The girl that one bright day he o’erthrew,

And now his spirits came in anew.

For this sweet girl was still happy and merry,

For she sang as lightly as a small fairy.

III.

Sir Luyster was off of his horse with a bound,

And soon was beside her there on the ground.

Soon he said, “I behold in thee,

The one who has shown me the truth to see;

For now I see that I played the goose,

In trying from all the girls to get loose.”

IV.

The maiden, “You’ve a lesson been taught,

For you have lost desire for that which you sought.

‘All’s well that ends well’ is the motto for you,

But now you can see that I’ve always been true.”

Sir Luyster awoke with a smile on his face;

“I’m sure that now I have found the right place,

I’ve not found the place where the fair ones are rare

But I have found the place where there are maidens fair.

He must be of a stronger mind,

Who would seek that lonesome place and find.

VI.

But now Sir Luyster is married, they say,

To the sweet girl who stood by the lake that day.

S. S., ’09.--

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