Etna Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Etna, CA)

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SECOND PRIZE SHORT STORY: JIIEIRIQYY QEIRCDWS IUID by NANCY GANE-Junior Back and forth, back and forth across the page her eyes traveled listlessly. Meaningless, stupid, boring numbers, thought jerry bitterly, How I hate them . Slowly her eyes wandered and before she knew it, she was dreaming of the dance again. It was going to be such fun. Her new dress was heavenly and Alex was sure to be there. He would ask her to dance right away and they'd go sailing across the dance floor with her dress swishing at every step while every- body watched and thought how nice they looked. Then ole' Betts Jackson's eyes would really turn green, and . . . Jerry, dear, hadn't you better study? You know what your father said. With a jerk jerry was brought back from her dream- land to reality. Yes, she'd better study or there'd be no dance for her. Her father hadn't liked the D she'd received in Geometry or the F in History. She'd tried to explain that she just wasn't made to study, but all to no avail, of course. Why couldn't he understand how she hated school? Oh, by the way, Jerry, your father hired a tutor from school for you. He should be here any minute. He? Could it be Alex? No, of course not. Alex was the best athlete in the whole high school, but he needed everyone's help to pass his studies-Who could it be then? Probably Gaylord the Brain. No, he was tutoring Betts jackson in English. Imagine English being hard for anyone, why . . . Jerry jumped guiltily as the door bell rang and Hew to see just whom her father had hired. She did so hope it wasn't someone in junior high. It would be so embarrassing to have a twelve-year-old for a tutor. She opened the door with a big smile on her face though, just in case, and was really glad she had. Her father had selected for her, of all people, joe Mannen. Not that joe was anything compared to Alex, but then no one was. Still, Joe war good-looking and was SECOND PRIZE ESSAY: considered quite a catch by a large number of girls. The only trouble was that he'd never been caught. The days just Hew by, growing closer and closer to that big day. In the afternoon jerry would get her report card, and, if she was lucky and had passed the exams, she'd be at the dance that night. The weeks of tutoring had created a change in Jerry, though. She no longer viewed her homework with distaste but with interest! Joe had certainly earned his money well. The first few nights, poor joe had had quite a hard time. jerry had not wanted to be taught but, against her will, she began trying to see what Joe could pos- sibly find interesting in studying, and of all things, had ended up enjoying it herself. Jerry Clark -Jerry reached for her report card with trembling hands, almost afraid of what she might see. She needn't have worried though, for parallel with history was an A and across from geometry the same. She blinked her eyes, looked again, then laughed to herself. It had been fun! Suddenly she realized Alex was standing before her. She'd forgotten all about him lately- Wouldcha go ta da dance wit me, jerry? What would she have given to hear those words three weeks ago! A new glow lit up Jerry's eyes now, as she answered softly, Thank you, Alex, but I'm going with Joe. Joe Mannen. And the glow stayed with her all that night as she danced and danced with Joe. If she'd been looking she would have seen Alex's second-choice date, Betts, scowling as poor Alex explained-he didn't know how to dance. Jerry, however, surrounded by a rosy, pink cloud, saw nothing that was going on around het for she- Jerry Clark-had stardust in her eyes. Stardust that only changed to sunshine the next day-and all the days to come. Yes, jerry had grown up! IDCD YYIDIU IRIEIVIIIEIVIIIBIEIIQ WIHIEN .. .. .. by SHIRLEY WHITE-Senior Do you' keep a scrapbook? Well, I do and I'd like to share it with you. Remember when that picture was taken. We were poor, frightened little freshmen just entering a new and exciting world known as High School! Yes, looking through a scrapbook brings back many memories-the dance programs, pressed cotsages, party invitations, shiny paper stars from the Senior Ball, crepe paper from the Frosh Return and programs from G.A.A. Vaudeville shows. Would you like to know what but teams did last year? You'll find it all under the title page SPORTS. Remember in '51 when Mr. Kelly's Darling D's won the county championship?-fCharley Black gave the team, coaches, and yell-leaders a big turkey dinner.J We didn't do very well in football or baseball, but all those games are there too. X Freshman Initiation! The first big doings of our senior year! There are pictures of freshmen that one

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hardly recognizes for all the paint and outlandish costumes. I: thaat my kid sister wearing David Frank- 1in's football uniform?-Then came the Senior Play- weeks of practice, delay because of bad weather, a good performance, and the party afterwards. Clippings and pictures make all these things real again in my mind. Yes, our Senior Year! Soon it will be time for gradu- ation-Class Day, Baccalaureate sermon, Graduation- and the Senior Ball. This year, I've started a special scrapbook just for my Senior year. In it I have pictures of the members of our class, four years ago-- Fresh -and as we are now-Seniors. Quite a difference in most cases! Be- tween now and graduation there will be many more parties like the Sophomore Party tonight after the basketball game, and I'll have more clippings to add to my book. Do you remember when the Hi Life ran this head- line Hammer Injured ? CFootball practice was a SECOND PRIZE POEM: little rough this season.J-Here are the write-ups on the new teachers from the first issue of the school paper-everyone wondered what they would be like. Besides being an interesting hobby cutting out things for a scrapbook takes a great amount of work and keeps one busy. My book is forever getting full of loose clippings, and now and then I have to take time out to paste them in before I lose them. If you've never kept a scrapbook you'1l probably say that it's silly but-it will be a help when you want to find the score of a certain game'and know right where it can be found in your scrapbook. Every time I pick mine up and go through the pages, I see things that remind me of certain school plays, concerts, festivals, class parties, or school games. Yes, a scrapbook takes a great deal of time, but look what you have when it's finished-a record of your High School days that you can look back upon and remember anytime you wish. A CEIIIFIF IFIRODIVII IHIEAVIEN by JOYCELYN Moons-Sophomore The sky turned gray As the sun went down, At the close of the day, All was still, not a sound. Then from the sky There started to fall, Fluffy, white snowflakes, Covering all. I watched them descend With a feeling of awe, I knew I could never Explain what I saw. For there I perceived In each tiny flake Something I knew Only God could make. As the snow came down I breathed a sigh, Then suddenly, far off I heard a coyote cry. His cry was mournful But he seemed to say: All is so peaceful, At the close of day. His lament died out In the silent night, While I looked on At the beautiful sight.