Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Staff. Maud E. Frost James H. Mathews Harold J. Bruhns PAGE ELEVEN Henry Sevier Joe H. Moore Roy H. Drew

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Editorial Martha R. Spencer Henry A. Stern Leanora Black Leia Bolton Clara A. Bacon Merle Selvage PAGE TEN

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The Best Laid Plans. Senior Story. ELLO, janf' called out Lawrence Hunter, leaping from the car as n it creaked around the corner, Hwait a minute. VVhy, what did you get off for? I've only two blocks far- ther to go. 'ijust to walk with you, of coursef' he teased. HNow none of your blarney, sir,', she Warned, shaking her 9 fluffy pompadour at him. c HNO, that wasn't just the reason either, he owned up. 22301 52709 A c H 5 5 Then, after a pause, he added, looking at her: Hjan, I got off to try and coax you to go tonight. Larry, you've made me waste every study period today with your notes about that dance, and I'll tell you once again that I can't go. Now do you un- derstand? VVhen mother gets her mind set there's no changing it, she con- cluded, her voice saddening a little. Don't think I'm a villian if I tell you I've devised a plan to deceive her. HWhy Larry, I couldn't do f ' i'Can't you get out some way? Isn't there some favorable circumstance for us tonight? he hurried on, ignoring her surprised ejaculation. Yee-sf' she admitted slowly, her heart beginning to beat faster with the thought. Mother and father are to be out tonight till one. Ah, but that'd be awful, she reproached, frowning at him. mAh, it wonlt either. Sit down here on the steps. You don't have to go in yet, and we'll make our plans. HAH right, here goes, she laughed gaily, jerking off her red tam and throwing herself on the steps, Hnow fire away. l'Well, jan, to start with, began Larry, edging up close to her and push- ing his beany on the back of his head. you say your mother and father are go- ing out. U 'Sh, don't talk so loud, she warned. 'iNext, how about your brother, he whispered, trying to pitch his voice lower. Oh, Dick, you mean, why, he's never at home an evening in his life. i'Great! that's all O. K. then. Janice jabbed her hat pin in and out her tam in an excited manner as he continued, Hand when I whistle at half past eight, you be on deck. But I feel like a criminal, she objected. Hcflllllllill, the deuce. Now, let's shake on it. i'Oucli! gracious, don't wring my hand off, Larry, she squealed. uThere now, he whispered, letting go her hand, Hyou can go. but don't forget-H PAGE TWELVE