Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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NA A 3 I.. E lVell now, I reckon it of swim innysent stewdents ain't no joke to come Now ter this high School at I got another night and find pel-Test, ghosts of fishes craulin This yere round, spiRit, it Mebby you all thiNk it's IHCHHS 150, fmmv meens a intoXicant. but QVIIEH Now, this aiN't a fcller ain't got much fzactly a Pertest nerve. neither. It's a plain That aint me-o' course, WVe ain't likely to respec this higH School question Where do they maK and why don't every stewdent e l1i nm git a taste of it? by youf , Plese tRy to Meliby It S gH0sts make the following eatin fish demendments? But Yours tell the enny Way pussy cat talks. it ain't considered ter ska,-e ARCHIBALD JONES Castle of Pleasure Katherine Hawley was the lucky one to have written this purely fantastic little scenario, which has been pronounced by the crowned heads of High Schoolia as quite chawmingf' It is needless to say that its production has feduced our runds Qwe mean reduced our fundsj, which reminds us of a perfectly killing joke, but we haven't space to tell it. CASTLE OF PLEASURE T was a freezing day in January: the wind fairly flew through the trees. Sir Richard seemed not to be livened by the sounds the wind made. He had been thinking and thinking hard, wondering if the reason for which he left his father's castle was a very worthy one. It was no wonder he was not heartenedg the scene on which he looked was one of desolation. The rain beat down in tor- rents, hitting Sir Richard with such force that it seemed like so many pebbles, which the heavens had opened up and let fall. The sky was leaden, with here and there a cloud black as night: there were flashes of lightning, and peals of thunder which rolled from hill to hill, finally dying away in the distance. Sir Richard was four-and-twenty, and counted himself full a man. This day was enough, though, to make him feel like going home and sitting by the big fire in his father's castle and joking with his father's jester. Sir Richard has visions of finding more pleasures in the world than he had been allowed at his father's court. He looked up and saw that he was approaching a castle built of gray stone, with creeping vines growing over it. Around this castle was a moat. Withal, it had a very gloomy and grotesque appearance. Sir Richard was not one to make much over trifles, and he decided the castle would answer the purpose for shelter. Drawing nearer, he beheld a knight at the end of the drawbridge over the moat. Greeting the knight, he asked admittance. as --iait h A ,1 l,A Page One Hundred Twenty-Seven

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Nz .515 E MADL LEAVE 'Nix pork barrel. fPoor pig.j Then they nailed the top and rolled me some distance from the cabin. I heard their rough voices as they retreated, and left me at the mercy of the night fhope it's mercifulj. I had very little air which came through the bung hole in the side of the barrel, and it was heavy with the odor of pork. CAnalyze the odor, please.j I could scarcely move. I grew colder each minute, and suddenly the howl of a wolf broke the still- ness. QGO purchase a tube of Le Page'sj. I listenedg every few minutes I heard, O-O-O-! Wow-ow-ow! As the sound grew nearer I could tell that it was a pack of wolves. It was not long before there was sniffing around the barrel. An idea came to me. fWalked or ran?j I knew it was my only chance of escape. Forcing my hand through the bung hole, I luckily caught hold of a wolf's tail. It scared him so badly that he started running. Finally I let go, and the barrel rolled down hill. It was not a very nice feeling, rolling over and over, but it lasted only a minute. The barrel struck a tree and burst open. Scratched and bruised, I came forth Qwhy not first?j only too glad to be free. Being afraid that the wolves would follow me, with all my remaining strength I climbed the tree. By this time a full moon shone in the sky. CFull o' moonshinej The bare trees loomed up, foh, so shockinglj black and forbidding, against its light. I could see the pack of wolves going over the hill. It was a beautiful sight, but I was too cold to enjoy it. I started to climb to the top of the tree to see if I could discover a house. When I got almost to the top, I heard something crack. The limb of the tree I was on broke Canother fracturej and I felt myself falling- falling-falling. But I never hit the ground. Instead, I was lying on the floor. I had been dreaming. fOh, the closing episode of a dramatic tragedylj A PERTEST Dere misTer PrinCiple- hiGh School an, er suposed ter be ran This is a letTer of Pertest bv you. asinsf I been doin' the notoryus actions of this High some inyfigation ScH001 myself an' I'm from Co0n's an' I airft Run, and what I saYs goes 50 duMe as without I might D0 ga3. Seem I been hearing ter be, T116 8 lot 100 yere about XYCFC SCll00l Spffit Digtiongryan Enciglgpgdle WhiCll is disr0binG sez that spirits is apparitions, im- itself mortal part of man. An aroun' the stuDents of for skool, it sez the Fore a shoal, sech as classes of this yere fish Page One Hundred Twenty-Six

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MAIDLE LEAVE The knight spoke never a word but silently let down the drawbridge. Sir Richard looked askance, but deigned not to speak again, when his first speech had met with such a rebuff. The first thing he noticed was a narrow flight of stairs. This is no ordinary castle, thought he. A servant approached with a lantern and motioned for Sir Richard to follow him. Richard started to speak, the servant quickly raised his hand to his lips and in all the ways he could without speaking, made Sir Richard feel he must be quiet. By this time Sir Ric-hard's head was so bemuddled he could hardly think. They seemed, he remembered in a vague sort of way, to be going through a narrow passage not more than eight feet in width, when suddenly a great burst of light greeted his eyes, and for a moment he could not see. The guide had conducted him to a room ablaze with a myriad of torch lights. At the far end of the great hall was seated on a throne a King with a golden crown on his head and an ermine robe about his stately form. The crown was studded with rubies, which were in the form of the word Pleasure. King Pleasure had numer- ous followers, seated around his throne, among them Folly, Greediness, Vice, Dis- sipation. The king stepped from the throne and, addressing Richard, said, You have at last come to worship me, I see. I have been watching you in my magic tapestry for four years now, wondering when you would come to my courtf, Oh, no! remonstrated Richard, good sir, I but seek shelter from the storm. The sounds of rcvelry had grown louder and louder while Richard had been talking to the king, and the knight was almost sickened by the drowsy and sloppy appearance of the knights, and their gluttonous feasting. Some fell over the table and lay there, too lazy to move. The king looked at Richard, then continued: You are not willing to admit your purpose, said Pleasure, but I fully understand, and Richard was led away to the far end of the room where the sounds of rcvelry and mirth-making was al- most deafening. Richard resolved at the first chance he got to slip away quietly, and not let foolish Pleasure know. He somehow felt as though he were a prisoner, for every- where he went he was followed by the watchful eyes of Pleasure and his followers. The sun rose and Richard was still trying to form a plan by which he might escape. But even now he felt the watchful eyes of Pleasure on him. Rushing from the table he swiftly ran down the corridor through which he had come in, the evening before. The inky blackness for a minute startled him, but soon he was able to see. He could still hear the boisterous laughter and the sound maddened him. Richard galloped far, far away, resolving never again to seek Pleasure A FISH STORY EVV people had seen the big black bass that was said to live in the deep pool under the water fall. Once when the sulphur from the mines far above had cleared the already clear water, the old game warden claimed to have seen him. Again one summer night a little French boy while hunting for frogs had seen him lying motionless in the clear water on the far side of the pool. A few more lucky ones had seen him but always by chance. Page One Hundred Twenty-Eight