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

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The Joys of a Sunday Outing R. SMITH drove his Flivver up in front of the old Smith house and hollered, Say, Maggie,.let's go on a picnic. All right. Say, hurry up, Maggie. When do you think we're going? This time next year, I suppose. just wait a minute pa, I have to call Frankie and Willie. Where you going, ma? exclaimed Willie. Why, Willie, were going on a picnic down to the river. Everything was going on peacefully when Mr. Smith exclaimed, Maggie, did you put them sandwiches in the car? Sure, Henry, under the back seat. That's fine! In among all them oily tools. Well, we ought to have a larger car. How many people do you expect to ride .in one flivver, anyway? Pa, look out for that cow in the road! Who's drivin' this car, Willie, you or me? It ain't no car, pa-its a Lizzie. You shut up. Henry, don't speak to the child that way. Pa, this ain't the road to the beach. Now looky here, sonny- Henry, if you speak to that child again that way- Now listen, it's hard enough to steer this old boiler without a lot of gab from the back seat. I thought this was going to be a pleasure trip. We never had a pleasure trip in this old boat yet. Well, I ain't no millionaire. I'll say you ain't, Mr. Squibbs aint no millionaire either and they've got a French Hardparaf' He made his money selling celluloid cook stoves to the Shipping Board. Well, he made it, didn't he? I Pa, did you put any oil in the car? Lookit, the gauge. Willie, if you don't shut up, nowA What makes it knock so, Henry? I hear knocks all the time. Knocks are the best things I ever hear when you are along. Pa, there's a milk truck going to pass us, Let her pass. Henry, it's too embarrassing. A steam roller could pass this old bus. Why don't you get a new car? If anybody should offer me the Ferry Building for a nickel I couldn't buy one of the door knobs. Pa, let me drive, will yuh? My heavens, Henry, don't let Frankie drive. Your driving is bad enough. There now, look what you went and done. You got me nervous, I pretty near took a spill. This doesn't look like the right road. .i U H .- .4 I. .4 .. i. IPage Twenty-fivef

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could hear the chains in the kitchen. All was silent for a few minutes, then the noise commenced again going down stairs. Then silence. The two went back to their bed but did not sleep much more that night. Next morning Bobby received a telegram telling of the offer. Hold for investigation, Bobby wired back. He told Al that something was up. No one would offer that much for a haunted house. , That night the two took up the search for the ghost. About midnight a scraping, scratching noise was heard below the stairs. Down the stairs rushed the two men. In the center of the basement, a young girl was struggling with the ghost. The two men Fired their revolvers at the same time. Down went the ghost on the basement fioor. Betsy Carter! gasped Bobby, gazing at the girl. Quick! Albert cut in. That fellow's waking up. Eagerly the boys bent over the man on the Hoor. He rose unsteadily to his feet. They helped him up the stairs to the light kitchen. Who are you? demanded Bobby. Well, being I'm caught I might as well confess. I'm here because Mr. Smith, the man who's been trying to buy this place, sent me to haunt the house so you'd sell it cheap. You see, he found ore here one day and he wanted the place. If it hadn't been for her there, I wouldn't have been caught. :You'll let me go, won't you? I'll never come here again. Kick him out that door, Al, ordered Robert. The man didn't wait to be kicked. Betsy, said Bobby, explain why you are here. Will you, please? I am a reporter on a newspaper and I told the editor I could prove that there was no ghost here. I came up here and was living in the attic. To-night I went down stairs and found that man asleep. He woke up and I was strug- gling with him when you came, she replied. That isn't ore either, but some mixture that resembles it, she went on. Albert slipped out of the room so quietly that they did not see him go. Let's get married to-morrow, Bobby said. I All right, agreed Betsy. The next morning the two were married in a little church at the foot of the mountain. Albert was best man, After the wedding, they went back to the haunted house to get their belongings. As they came in sight, they saw a man standing on the porch. He went forward to meet them. I've come to offer you one hundred fifty thousand dollars for this place, he announced. Bobby gasped, but seeing Albert wink at him, said, All right, I'll sell. Give me your check. After the sale was made, Bobby and the other two went into the house, gathered up their belongings and prepared to leave. The man waited for them to go. As they started down the hill, Albert could not resist shouting, That isn't ore. They went on and left the man standing there gasping. Leola Oliphant, '24, lPage Twenty-fourl

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I told you it wasn't the road to the river, pa. Henry, I believe the boy is right. Ma, I want a sandwich. g How are you going to get a sandwich when they are under the seat? You kin get out. Oh, well, this is a pleasure trip-I may as well humor you, Willie. Stop the car, Henry. How do you figure that? Didn't it take me half an hour to start it? Ma, I want a sandwich. Henry, will you stop this car so I can get out and get the boy a sandwich 7 Well, all right, but if I don't get her started again, don't blame me. Theres your sandwich, Willie. Now keep still. Henry, how long are you going to crank this engine? Until she starts. Pa, why don't you turn it faster? There she goes as sweet as ever. Pa, this ain't the road. 'Tis too. How do you know it ain't7 Because this is the upper end of the street we live on. Henry, we're going back toward home. We have just gone around in a circle. You're crazy. I 4' No, she ain't, pa. Theres our house right down there across from the school house. I ort to know. Well, I'll be-in Henry, if you use such language before the children, what will they be when they grow up? What are you going to do? Were going home and stay there and this old thrashing machine is going into the garage. This is a fine pleasure trip. I'll tell the world. -4 U U 4. 1. .- in t. 4. Mildred Kitto, I22. 916 914 H4 Plurals M ost Singular Well begin with a box and the plural is boxes, But the plural of ox should be oxen not oxes. One fowl is a goose and a whole lot are geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. The plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth7 If the singular is this and the plural is these, Should the plural of kiss always be keese? Then one may be that and three may be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren. But though we say mother, we never say methren. The masculine pronouns are he, his and him. But imagine the feminine, she, shis, and shim! So the English, I think, you all will agree' Is the most wonderful language you ever did see. lPage Twenty-sixl