Eugene High School - Eugenean Yearbook (Eugene, OR)

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ff, 4? V gf EY si if 'E 5 . Q'-i . t hm? A Y , .. .1 i V -, a .f , Eugene, 1 Q . a H .L Ty ra , ,. ,,-f..,.. u N., j I Page . v A. . .,,,, ,. .W .. 5 if 'fr 'rf . ' --sf' rr- -is fi fir f ' as vi- i 5 1 .Q , . J' ' i E Oregon , Fifteen main strength-the other men were near waiting to deal me a finishing blow and as I felt 1ny strength going I desperately pulled the trigger and screamed to the one who had always helped me out of all troubles-- Harry! Oh Harry! 'fLittle girl! Helen! I'm coming! Oh! Lord! just wait you devils. You -it seemed he was crying with rage. At the sound of his voice the murderers stopped aghast but before they could fly a blue cyclone swept over the side and Harry followed by a boatload of blue jackets from his cruiser were cutting and slashing my would-be murderers. Harry was unarmed, having dropped his sword in his haste to get over the side of the junk, he told me afterward. As I lay still too dazed to move I saw he and my guide in a des- perate struggle-the guide trying with all his might to kill him with his murderous knife. In their contest they took no notice of where they were stepping and the guide began backing in my direction. I glanced at Harry and motioned to- ward the man's ankle-then suddenly when he was within my reach I grabbed his ankle and he dropped instantly. Harry was upon him and had him by the throat. Then when he had choked him into submission he was put into irons and taken to the government cruiser for trial. As I was incoherent in my joy and could do nothing but sob on Harry's shoulder we were rowed to the cruiser, there I told my story, and Harry alternately stormed, praised my courage and strength and stamped up and down in his rage. He vowed if a single hair of my head had been injured he would have blown japan off the map, and knowing him I believed it. I As I am writing this Harry, my Harry is holding one hand while I am ineffectually trying to write with the other. Harry punctuates the sentences with-well you know we are to be mar- ried as soon as we reach Zona, then we are to de- liver our negotiation papers to the Czar's head- quarters three miles inland and our journey will be done. Harry says he won't touch a cent of my 550,000 and I have earned 3300.000 but it's our nest egg and he must. He has finished telling a beautiful little japan- ese legend which ends, And they lived happy ever after and I can think of no better way to end this tale and I am sure we will, aren't you? FRANK SCAIEFE. SPRING. ' By a Freshman. Spring has come. It's really here! Dad's expected it all year. Ma's took down a window curtain Goin' to house-clean soon, that's certain. Other signs of Spring's about, Dinky flowers a-shootin' out, Birdies sing to beat the band XVhile the farmers plow their land. Springtime freshets, flowing hard, Float the walks in our back yard, And the wind feels kinder cool Blowing down your neck at school. And the sunshine, after rain, Beaming through the window pane Gives you creepy sorts of thrills, Makes you want to climb the hills. li xr Ramble round. or hunt spring flowers, lYhile away the study hours, Hunt for pussy willows, poke Fingers into poison oak. Spring is sure a dandy season And I guess I know the reason. Summertime is coming soon And I'll be a Soph in june. -DORTHY VVILKENSON. A QUERY: XVhat Is A Quiz? It is A chewed-up pencil, three deep One dull groan. a mild surprise, Several guesses, one surmise, Lots of bluffing Thin air- Despair- The gong! That's All sighs, fin disguisej. It Is.

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Page I ourtecn the bed, then-I must have made some sound, for he was on me like a flash before I could fire. He evidently intended to choke me for he made sev- eral attempts to reach my throat-but as I have said, I am very strong and was nearly his equal in strength. VVe wrestled in silence for a space of time, then I felt a tightening of his muscles and he threw me on the floor. I felt a stinging sensation on my wrist and grabbed the revolver I had drop- ped in the fight. He was reaching for my throat now, and the smell of his clothes, the touch of his body to mine maddened me and I thrust the bar- rel of the revolver against his body and angrily ordered him up. He slowly arose, his mouth twiching with rage, and his slant eyes like green slits of fire. I was horribly frightened and had a fear that the other murderers might have heard the noise made by our fight. The cords of my bathrobe gave me an idea how to do away with my captive and covering him with the revolver I tied him to the bed as best I might. For some moments I lay in the corner farth- est from the door, moaning in terror and pain,for the brute had bruised me horribly, and satisfied that the next few minutes would witness my death. Presently I decided that I would carry the war into the enemy's camp and crept softly to the door. There was no sign of life in the pas- sageway and I shivered as a blast of cold, salt air struck my bare shoulder, for the Jap mad torn off the sleeve of my negligee in our fight. Then the sound of the Shumari conversing in low modified voices from somewhere in the re- gion of the prow came to me and I proceeded more cautiously. Flickers of light through the porthole at the end of the passageway warned me that the Shu- mari were on the deck outside the deckhouse and I cautiously glanced through the porthole and on the ghostly scene outside. The men were in a semi-circle and I was directly above them. They were sewing upon some canvas and as I watched I recognized it as being those in which they bu- ried the dead at sea. They I shuddered-they were making that bag to encompass my body and so certain were they of the little jap's ability to do away with m that they had begun work on my sea coffin. I debated rapidly upon my immediate course of action-if only Harry were there to judge for me-and decided as the men appeared to be with- out revolvers, but had their murderous looking knives, I would stand more chance of success if I could get them before they could separate. My plans worked beautifully, without a word of warning I stepped out and tried to say calmly, 'fHands up l in English, of which they would not have understood a word. But my throat seemed to be stopped and I gave an insane sort of yell which served the purpose admirably, for they sprang to their feet and huddled in the stern, a frightened, chattering group of laps, with no thought of attacking me. And it must have been a picture to frighten anyone, there I was to all appearance a chatter- ing maniac with a revolver that might do damage at any time and they showed their respect for my revolver by keeping where I motioned. The ghostly yellow of the torch light threw only the stern of the boat in relief and I imagined I heard a noise in the prow, but dared not turn my head for the ,laps were becoming bolder and showed signs of attacking. I noticed particularly the ac- tions of one fellow whose arms hung long, gor- illa-like and I thought once or twice he glanced past me. but when he saw that I noticed he tried to act unconcerned. The soft pad of bare feet back of me made me wheel suddendly. I saw nothing in the blackness and I turned just in time to stop the swift attack of the Japs with threatening motions of my re- volver. I was certain that there was someone in the darkness back of me and I realized that I was at a terrible disadvantage. If I turned my head for the fraction of a minute, the 'Iaps in the stern would attack me and at any minute a shot or blow from the something back of me would spell my finis. I tried stratagem and began to slowly back toward the right side of the junk, watching both the stern and the prow as best I might, but I had miscalculated and stumbled over a loose rope end and lowered my revolver in trying to regain my balance. There was a cat-like rush from behind and I clenched and fought desperately with my palace guide who had somehow released himself from my insecure fastenings. He secured a hold on mv upraised wrist and slowly bore it downward by Eugene Oregon

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+ ,1 I - Page Q' . f . . fa - i. XII: ,L Wi 1-171 iii --s 'Eiugeuc' S1'LfCc?1Z ' it Oregon I n r1s eg en . CEd. Note-This is a beautiful little legend of Ireland, told in the true Irish dialect by a really, truly Irishmanj. ICKEY, why is it that all the Irish believe in ghosts? 'fShure, now, sor, an' I don't know, an' come to think av it, it wud be quare in- dade, if the shtories that are tould by the big roarin' fire on cowld winther nights whin the naybors do be goin' coeur-deicht Qvisitingj did not lave some smatheriny o' their influence an those who herd-ach, mavroon, 'tis well I remim- ber whin I was a wee bit uv a gossoon in Clona- kilty. Oh, Misther Grey, that is the counthry ye should have seen. Back uv ye was the noble mountin of Shleive-Derg, it was not all kivered over wid threes like mountins here, but all the way up to the tip-top the herth Cheatherl nodded and waved at ye whin the wind wud be playin' hide-an'-seek wid id an' in the Spring when all the new blosums kem out to bid the wurld 4'Good- morro,'l-ah, shure, sor, it was nothin' else than acres an' acres, yis, moiles an' moiles av luvliness -the mornin' sunbames used to luv to dance there, an, 'twas milluns an' milluns o' dimons wud be made uv the dew-dhraps-thin the long gintle shlope ol rich green meddez. dotted here an' thare wid white-washed houses, wid the honey- suckles an' all kinds o' creepin', flowrin' plants crawlin' all over the thatchg an' on an' on ye let yere gaze thravle to the broad Atlantic-fishin' botes an' all kinds uv wather-craft dottin, the surfis-and' then away, away to that mishterious grey that kivered the dividin' line bthune wather an' shky-ye nivir cud tell whare wan ended an' the ither began-an' ye didn't care-thare are toimes whin ye don't care for anythin' only to just lok an' wandher, an' yere moind is so full o' things that ye can't think at all, at all-an' any- way, thare are lashins and loshins o' things that we'll nivir know anythiny about, an' 'tis a quesh- tin whither it is betther to know too little or too much. Y! XVell. shure. an' as I was sayin', the nay- bors wud all cum to wan house wan night. anither night to sum ither house to gosher, tell shtories. sing, sometimes dance, but ye may be shure a good toime uv sum kind was shure to be on, but hardly iver a night pasht unliss sum shtories of ghosts, fairies, or leprechaunes wud be tould. De yese wandher thin that the moids are more or less imprissed? Shure, ye know yerself, sor, that the firsht rudymints av knallidge are acquired by heerinl, an' whin the moid is young an' saft-like, what is herd sinks in, and, 'tis mitey hard to rub id out. Av course as the childher grow ouldher, an' begin to read, the ghosts an, fairies vanish, an, shtill the ould imprishuns are hard to get rid av, they are not entoirly ded, knallidge ye moight say put thim to shlape, an' they wake up sum- toimes. An' thin againi sor, the Irish are an im- aginative race, an' there lingers in mosht av us a wilful hankerin' afther the mishterious, an we'll chase afther what we sameto be moosht afrade av. An', well, now, I wish I had the elly- quince av Tim Farrell. Ever heerd av Tim? No. XVell. now, that's quare. ellvquince! XVhy, sor, it farely dhripped from him, he cuddint help id any more than the eaves av a house cud privint spillin' over when theirain dashes on the roof. W'ell, shure, I'm not Tim by any manner ol manes, but, sor, maybe yere tired o' this gibber- ish. No. Wfell, now, thatls nice o' ye, an' be the same tokin, I kem neer forgittin, what I nivir thought av. But did ye iver heer how Paddy Bryan kilt the divil? Shure, ,tis aften an' aften I heerd it tould, an' always wid sum varyashuns an' thrimmins, dipindin' av course an who was tellin' id. XVell, it was sumthin' like this. Paddy Bryan, God resht his sowl, poor boy, for shure 'tis long ago since they placed him benathe the daisies an' wild rose bushes in the auld church yard av Clanakelty. XVell, as I was sayin', poor Paddy used sumtoimes to take more av the cra- thur than he cud carry. -limmy Doolin used aft- en tell him heyd be shawing sinse if he made two thrips of id. Father Mahon made him take the plidge, limitin' him to wan dhrink a day, an, even so, held get tipsy, ye see the omodhaun ud sum- toimes ashk fur whiskey whin he wanted porther, an' that wasn't id aither. shure. ,twas whishkey he wanted all the time. Vtfell, wan day heshtarted across the mountins to the market uv Ballydoon. wid nothin' to sell, an' nothin' to buy-anythin' wid, oonly jusht to be doin'. but anyway he made the same ould mishtake. an' whin he shtarted for hoome he tuk the road for id, an' indade he naded all the road, bein, all overiid, middle an' both sides at wanst, id cumminsht to rain whin he was .,9,,-.2.. - im -' ' ' zvgxia, ,F . .