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Yuba Delta

June, 1917

 

 

JUNIORS

 

A JUNIOR GUESSING GAME

 

            One pleasant summer evening I thought I could call upon a friend.  “It has been a _____ time since I have seen you,” she remarked as I came up the garden path.  “I want you to see how pretty my garden looks under the light of the _____.”

            I replied that it was indeed beautiful and asked the name of a curious bush I saw growing there.  I learned that it was very rare and costly and was called an _____.

            I told her that as she had so many valuable plants in her garden I should think that she would be afraid that someone would steal them.  She, however, replied that she was not alarmed as her garden had _____ all around it.

            I remarked that I considered her gardener a most remarkable man and asked if he were foreign.  She replied that he was a _____ and asked me if I did not think he had a distinguished looking _____.  She said that he was an excellent gardener and when a certain valued plant became larger he intended putting it in a _____ jardiničre.

            She inquired why I had not brought Frances with me and was deeply grieved when I replied that the unhappy young lady was in prison.  Of course she wished to know all about the affair so I told her that Frances _____ and had been taken to jail.  He was a young _____ whom she had met at a naval _____.

            Just then we heard a curious sound which frightened us very greatly but we found it was only a _____ signing [sic] in the wind.  We then went into the house where my friend gave me some delicious cake which she had made herself.  It was so good that I accepted _____.  I inquired what made it so light and delicate and she replied that it was made with _____ _____ Baking Powder and added the information that the _____ of that famous company were situated near her home.

            We then heard the _____ of the bell which announced that it was time for all good little girls to be home so I departed.

 

Answers to the Guessing Game:

  1. Long – 2. Moon – 3. Ocheltree – 4. Gottwals – 5. Hunn – 6. Beard – 7. Brass – 8. Stohlman (stole a man) – 9.  Ensign – 10. Ball – 11. Reed – 12. Moore – 13. Schillig’s – 14. Best – 15. Mills – 16. Cheim

 


 

THE JUNIOR MEETING

 

The Juniors had a meeting,

            ‘Most all the class was there.

Joe Brass, the president, of course,

            Occupied the chair.

 

The secretary, George Reed

            Arose to read the minutes,

And when he’d read his noble Best,

            He found he reached his limits.

 

The meeting had been called you know,

            To choose our own class colors,

But when we chose some,

            Why, they belonged to others.

 

When William Gern arose to speak,

            Burton said it was a sin,

And would not let him have his say,

            Till Isabelle Cheimed in.

 

Florence Hagerty came rushing in,

            To see what was the matter.

Dorothy Reissinger had also come

            The investigate the clatter.

 

Adelle and Marie came just in time

            To hear the warm discussion,

But rather wished they had not come

            Because of all the fussin’.

 

Someone suggested blue and gold

            But someone else objected,

And said it was not right you know

            U. C. had that selected.

 

Leslie thought that red and black

            Ought to be our colors,

But Eleanor rejected that

            And so did all the others.

 

Mr. Long arose and said,

            “We must have less confusion,

Blue and gold suits me quite well,”

            Which brought it to conclusion.

 

“Any more suggestions,”

            The president demanded,

Grace was the only Moore we had

            And so we all disbanded.

                                     - L. E. and F. A., ‘18                                                         


 

SOPHOMORES

 

            Throughout  the year many business meetings were held and a great deal accomplished.  The Sophomore Class has been very successful this year.  More vigor and enthusiasm were shown both in athletics and studies than in previous years.

            The standing of the class as a whole has been very high and two of the ten who will receive scholarships will be from the Sophomore Class.

            These two are Miss Belle Hudson and Mr. Verne Fogarty.  There were also Soph’ members on the basketball team which won the sub-league championship.

            We have held two elections.  At the first, Mary Buck was elected president.  Genevieve Castle was chosen vice-president, while Grace Raub and Bertha Owen were secretary and treasurer respectively, for the first term.

            At the second election we overthrew the rule of femininity and seated Billie Byrne in the president’s chair, while his understudy, the V. P., was Tyrrell Brooks.  Clifton Sweezy accepted the office of secretary and Paul Carmichael succeeded Miss Own as treasurer.

 


 

THE SOPHOMORE GUNZ

 

I was asked to write a poem

About the Sophomore Gunz,

But when you read this vain attempt,
You’ll think I’m an awful dunce.

To start the ball A. Rowland

We’ll begin with Homer Meek

Because when he starts talking

No one else need try to speak.

Among our intelligent scholars

We have young V. Cobeen

And he is closely followed

By Master Damon Green.

Now here is Bertha Owen,

A girl, though small, yet fair;

She always is a-goin’—

Now she’s here and now she’s there.

Here we see Frank Atkins,

A period he never missed,

And his competent understudy

Is none but Alice Christ.

The boy that we call Davis

Says he never has much fun

‘Cause teacher always puts him

Behind Miss Jenette Dunn.

The brilliancy of our class

Is shown by little Verne

But for our wit and classics

We have young William Byrne.

Now here is Tyrrel Brooks

Who is always looking for luck,

But the girl who is brilliant in books

Is sweet little Mary Buck.

We hear the name of Brewer

But you need never fear

We’ve not heard it in connection

With our friend young Leland Beere.

We now see Donna Smith;

In English she’s a shark;

And so for Mary Matson

Her lessons prove a lark.

In dancing Miss O’Banion

Most surely isn’t slow,

I think she almost has it

On our little Maurice Coe.

There are two Sophomore girls,

Their names are Raub and Todd;

Although their names may sound alike

They are far from “two peas in a pod.”

Thelma Fortna, that strange child,

She always is in a fuss,

And she hasn’t even time

For a minute’s talk with us.

I think when I have finished this—

I almost have enough—

Because Miss Thelma Tipton

Must think I am a bluff.

And now my friends and classmates,

I wish you all good cheer,

For we’ll all be happy Juniors

In this coming year.

 


 

FRESHMEN

 

            The Freshman Class of this school year has been, probably, the largest that has ever entered the school, there being about one hundred and forty students enrolled as freshmen.  Our first election took place two weeks after the opening of school and the following officers were elected:

                        Class Teacher – Miss Wing

                        President – W. Langdon

                        Vice President – R. Duncan

                        Secretary – F. Carlin

                        Treasurer – E. Pierano

            These officers held office until the end of the second quarter when another group took office:

                        President – L. Harter

                        Vice President – L. Schillig

                        Secretary – E. Gern

                        Treasurer – J. Ogden

            These officers have efficiently cared for the business before the class.

            The Freshmen Class has been represented in practically every form of the school athletics and valuable material has been taken from the class promising well for the future athletics.  The scholarship has also been exceedingly good among the class and teachers report that the class as a whole has proven to be apt and attentive pupils.  The one fault the editor has with the class is that it would be next to impossible to name all its members in a poem of ordinary size and it has caused a few sleepless nights to find a solution for the situation.

 


 

THE FRESHMAN.

(Apologies to the Shade of E. Poe. – Ed.)

 

Once upon a morning cheery,

While we pondered meek and skeery,

Over many a curious volume of our forgotten store-

While we studied far from napping,

Suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, then the tapping came once more.

“’Tis some Sophomore” we studdered, “tapping us once more,”

So we began to shake a little more

Ah, distinctly, we remember, it was in the bleak September,

And each worried freshman member, forgot what peace had been before.

Eagerly we wished the term out-

Vainly we sought to squirm out

From the grasp of cringing horror – caused by smiling Sophomore-

Smiling, malicious student that one term had made a Sophomore-

And he stood smiling as before.

As the term went on we grew stronger; hesitating now no longer,

And of the upper class men a little pity we implore;

Just before you go a tapping, and the Freshmen rapping,

Please remember this little story (future) Sophomore;

That before you may go tapping and the Freshmen cleverly trapping,

You (are) were required to be a Freshman just before-

Only this and nothing more.

 

 


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