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

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Band FIRST ROW: Nadine Smith, Melanie Dudley, Janet Lewis, Carol Ham- SECOND ROW: Raymond Hiertager, Sam Branson, Alice Skillen, mond, Susan Mathews, Ardith Smith, Barbie Rich, Richard Gray, Jesse Bigham, Jack Taber, Walter Bilow, Beverlee Coatney, Robin Sharon Fifer, Rayelyn Smith. Fisher, Joanne VanLindt, Ernest Bigham, Mr. Morgen, Bill Lewis, Patsy Ortiz, Bill Watrous, Diana Munson, Bob Martin. Chorus FIRST ROW: Munson, Sue Kramer, Judy Skillen, Nadine Smith. SECOND ROW: Judy Stoutenburg, Kathleen Johnson, Norma Lee Atkinson, Norma Tozier, Barbara Miller, Novella Corbett, Loraine Lewis. Donna Kramer, Lynne Palmer, Cena Golder, Diana 43 L I THIRD ROW: Karol Skillen, Janet Wade, Carolyn Hughes, Deppen, Robin Fisher, Judy VanLindt, Beverlee Coatney, Sharon Fifer, Shirley Cooke. FOURTH ROW: Mr. Morgen, John Johnson, Bill Watrous, Jerry Campbell, Bob Martin, Bill Stacher, Roy McEwen, Bob Gilmore. This page sponsored by: RAY'S SERVICE GAS - OIL - TIRES Etna, California COCA-COLA BOTTLING COMPANY Fred J. Meamber and Sons Yreka MI. Shasta N

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'Ist Place Short Story Forgotten Suddenly the dull, gray sky of the morning be- came illuminated with the golden rays of the lazy old sun as it climbed from its bed of purple mountains with their snowy white night caps tilted saucily on their tops. The valley began to awaken, birds merrily chirped a good morning song as they preened themselves in the toasty warm sunshine. As the sun's rays silently stole into each tiny :orner of the valley, they came upon a farm house nestled in a patchwork quilt of fields and rolling hills. Beyond the house, a clumsy day-old colt wobbled about on its spindly legs looking very comical indeed! A young girl of about sixteen sat on an old gray boulder staring deiectedly at her legs projecting out ri front of her like two sticks with the steel braces shining in the sunlight. As if the colt had sensed her deiection, he came up and looking into her eyes seemed to say, Come walk Nith me. My legs are wobbly too, but together we :an make it. For a moment the girl's dark eyes lighted up, but he lightness quickly died away as she said, No, I :ouldn't do it for I have not walked for twelve years and shall never walk again. Even the best experts tave said so. But as she looked into the colt's eyes and saw the Jleading and determination, she began to weaken. 'I wonder-yes I- She broke oFf suddenly and then is if inspired by a great Light, she said, Colty, I think could do it. Do you suppose that it would be mossible? As the girl talked she began to unbuckle the straps if her braces and soon had both of them off. With he aid of her crutches she stood up and having cast hem away also, she stood alone for the first time ince her affliction. Her body was tense and rigid, but he knew that she must relax. Finally she was ready to begin. She put her hand In the colt's back to steady herself and together they ook one step-two steps, three-and down they went, .imbling in the green grass. The girl was seized with ianic. What if she had iniured her legs again? She soon gained control over herself and after everal minutes of feeling her legs, relief spread over er for as far as she could tell, her legs were all ight. Now, Colty, she said, you must help me get p again and we must be more careful. After many tries she found herself on her feet nce more, but being very tired the colt and she falked slowly back to the boulder to rest. Having ested a few minutes, they tried again. This they did all day taking time out only to eat. That afternoon, as the sun began to grow weary and sink toward its bed of purple, the last thing that it saw was a young girl whose radiance seemed even brighter than its own rays, walking very slowly to- wards home using iust one crutch. And by the old gray boulder lay two steel braces-forgotten. -by Nadine Smith lst Place Poem Fire in the Canyon The sun hangs hot in a brassy sky, The thirsty earth is dusty dry, The stream runs warm on the canyon floor. Oh, Lord! ls it ever going to rain anymore? As man and beast alike perspire, They watch in fear for signs of fire. Soon comes the dreaded smell of smoke- Beasts pant of air, men curse and choke, Green mountains fade in a murky pall, Yon sultry sun is an orange ball. Then belches for perdition's door Black swirling clouds with crackling roar! Red flames rush on in a blinding sheet, Blasting all with withering heat, Fire fiends rage in horrible hate As tall trees bow before their fate. Grim canyon walls become a tomb, While wild things flee from certain doom. Poor scorched fiesh leaves its horrid smell, God deliver us all from this blazing hell! Soon darkness falls-the fire is past, The tardy rain has come at last! Smoking stumps leave charred gray bones, Through blackened snags, the night wind moans. The years go by-now time has fiown- Young forests stand here, new upgrown. Rotting logs mark an ancient burn- Shy forest creatures soon return. Yon stream runs cool on the canyon floor, Oh! Please, God, let the fire fiends come no more. - -by Lynne Palmer