Anderson Union High School - Aurora Yearbook (Anderson, CA)

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Going Up I H H I., what in thunder do you suppose has happened to me now? wailed Robert Trellison to his friend, Albert Barrett. Dunno, unless you've been jilted again. If so, this makes the twentieth time, returned Albert. The two were seated in Roberts room in the hotel. A Robert had a telegram in his hand which he had just finished reading. Ah, heck, forget it for awhile. Don't you suppose anything else can happen to a fellow? Not to you anyway, answered Albert. Well, read that and see, tossing him the telegram. Too bad, but why should you care? asked Al, reading the telegram. It'll get into the newspapers-that is why I care, Why did your grandfather cut you out of his will? He had to leave you something, you're his only heir, Bob. Oh, he fixed that all right. He left me a tumble-down old shack up .in the Catskill mountains. As to your other question, he cut me out, of his will because I wouldn't marry Betsy Carter. Oh, Lawdyf' roared Albert, You jilted one and twenty jilted you. That's unfair. How did it happen? Why didn't you marry her? Wouldn't she have you T' He stopped for more breath. 'lieep on asking questions. Why don't you marry her? demanded Robert, angri y. Ran out of breath, old fellow, and had to stop. Don't get angry, l couldn't help it, protested Albert. Robert looked at his friend inquiringly. I didn't marry her because she wanted me to. UI thought that must be it, said Albert. Tell me about that house. Well, it's supposed to be haunted, but I don't believe in haunted houses, began Robert. It's located in the Catskill mountains. 'iAnd this is only Maryland, interrupted Albert. No one has lived in the house since my grandfather did, ten years ago. It is said to be haunted by the spirit of an old priest, who was put into the dark cellar, with chains on him, and left there to die. His spirit walks around every night at twelve. For a whole hour the clanking of chains can be heard. I would like to go up there just to discover who the ghost really is. Maybe someone is being the ghost for a special reason, suggested Albert. I..et's go up there and find out. All right, agreed Robert. We'll leave early in the morning, after I have seen my lawyer. They left next morning after Robert had sent word for his lawyer to wire him if he received any reasonable offer for the place. Several days later they were trudging up the mountain to the house which sat in a cleared place, surrounded by trees, IPage Twenty-twol

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' -f -. 25.1 ' Lv waters gliding, in our bark we ride. Yes, it was Donna. They ran to her. She and her husband had inquired and were told that the Kenyons were all out of town, so she had returned to her girIhood's favorite pastime. Now she flung herself down on the graves of her parents and wept hysterically. The next morning at church the minister preached, And there was great joy in that city, '. etc. To-day Shoshone Park is second only to Grand Old Niagara. Alice Stocker, '22 ' THE MONARCH SUN Prize Poem Arise, my men! arise! I say, 'Tis near the dawn of a new day! Cast on your armor, gleaming bright, So burnished with the golden light! Be ready soon your steeds to fly, Across the broad expanse of sky! Flash out your glory left and rightg Destroy the gloominess of night! Drive out the darkness from the world! Clviay all her beauties be unfurledj. Dispel the time when evil's done, Bring on the hour when Good's begun! Fill every nook with beauty rare, Give life to every blossom fair! And when at eve, your work all o'er, Descend unto the western shore. And so each morn, e'er rise of sun, The king's command aloud is rung. While back within the eastern gate, The glowing steeds impatient wait. Anxious to draw the golden chair, Up through the pure, ethereal air. And bear on high the Monarch Sun, Who at his height none look upon. N Dorothy Morgan, 'z4. lPage Twenty-onel

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1 ' The house was one-story with a large attic above and a dark, dark dungeon- like cellar beneath. The outer appearance of the house showed neglect. Wild flogferslflambered up the porch and over the roof. Everything was hushed an sti . The two young men carried their supplies up to the porch and laid them down. Robert took a bunch of keys from his pocket, selected one, and unlocked the door. They entered the neglected house. They went from room to room, finding most of them bare and unfurnished, except the kitchen which had an old stove in it. I l Um, that looks good, I'm as hungry as a bear, declared Al, giving the stove the once over. This old stove isn't much account because it's been here so long, but it'll do. Get me a knife while I find the bacon in this junk of mine, Bobby. I'm going to remember my HK. P. duties. While this was going on, Roberts lawyer had received a visitor. I am Mr. Smith, the man announced. I have come to buy Mr. Trel- lison s house. I want to go there to live. I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars for it. I'll have to wire him about it first, the lawyer replied. I'll let you know in a few days. Sh, what's that noise? whispered Bobby, after supper, as a sharp, creak- ing noise could be heard on the stairs, leading into the attic. Softly they tiptoed to the door in time to see a young girl descend the steps and disappear through the door opposite the dining room. After her, quick! exclaimed Al. The two opened the door that the girl had disappeared through, just as she slipped outside and vanished into the darkness. Bobby and' Al rushed out but could not see anything because of the dark. l..et's go inside, l'm getting the creeps standing out here in this cold, sputtered Albert. Huh, snorted Robert, when they were once more by the kitchen fire, that was no ghost. I wonder who she was. It's a good thing that we lit those three lamps that we brought with us or we would not have seen her, said Albert. Say, whispered Robert, let's go find a bedroom and go to bed. They blew out all the lights but one, picked up their bedding and went to a room opposite the parlor. They made their beds, blew out the light and climbed in bed, but they did not remove any of their clothes except their shoes. Robert was awakened by a loud clanking noise somewhere in the house. Al, he whispered, shaking the sleeper, wake up. They both sat up in bed and listened. The noise was coming up the stairs that led to the cellar. Quickly they climbed out of bed, and without putting on their shoes, rushed to the top of the stairs to see what it was. Imagine their horror at seeing something coming up the steps clothed in a long white gown. The thing had chains dragging after it which were fastened to its arms and legs. The two men felt their hair rising on end as the spectre kept getting closer and closer. They could stand it no longer and turning, as of one accord, they fairly flew into the parlor. Clankety! Clank! Clank! The noise got louder and louder and they IPage Twenty-threel