Leilehua High School - Ka Leilehua Yearbook (Wahiawa, HI)

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Short Story HONORABLE MENTION Sadakiyo Hayashi THE HAUNTED HOUSE MYSTERY The Red Mansion on the Lone Pine Hill has been known to thettownspeople of Yel- low Dust as a haunted house for nearly two decades. The owner, John Blake, had been insane and had committed suicide some twenty years before. Gradually the exaggerated rumors of the piano playing and strange light of pale blue color burning in the middle of the night were forgotton and now only the name has been left in the minds of the people. During the last few days, however, there again the rumor of the piano playing was going around thick and fast among the superstitious town folks. Some smart boys thought they could solve the mystery, but one was killed in a very strange manner, another had be- come hopelessly insane and the rest had fled home in great terror. After this incident, the town had been thrown into a state of great fear and some residents had even planned to leave town. Now at this time, the famous private detective, George Murphy, was back ln his hometown for a short vacation. He had just solved the Case of the Laughing Death and McGregor Murder Case and proved to be an invaluable aid to the crime fighters. Murphy had come here for a complete rest, but somehow or other, the story interested him very greatly and he decided to look into the case. So that night he paid a visit to the Red Mansion on Lone Pine Hlll. Walking through the broad front doors, he first entered the living room where he thought the piano was. With his powerful flashlight he searched the room carefully for any clues without any re- sults. Finally coming before the old piano, covered with dust for more than twenty years, he made a great discovery. He saw some fingerprints on the keys and now he was posi- tively sure that this ghost was not an unearthly being. Then all of a sudden, a heavy beam crashed down upon him, but the detective, with the nimbleness of a cat, jumped aslde just in time. Searching through the house he en- countered the ghost on the stairway leading to the second floor. Murphy executed a neat flying tackle and with one terrific punch, sent the ghost to drearnland. Unmasklng the ghost, he discovered lt to be the Banker, Smith of the town's Cltizen's Bank. Questioned by the Police, Smith confessed that he had found the money which Blake had prior to his death and also discovered oil on the land. Determined to keep the discovery a. secret to himself and later profit by lt, he tried to scare the people away from the place. The money was given to the relatives of Blake but since the land was owned by the town, the town council decided to operate the oil well and let the profit go into the treasury. So the Case of the Haunted House was closed.

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.f w Short Story FIRST PRIZE Yvonne VVeatherby HOTICE Now, Poindexter, you leave this whole thing to us, Lawyer Hassell advised. We'll do our best to find your wife's diamond ring,-and the thief, too,-and there won't be a blt of publicity, believe me. Thanks, Hassell, -I feel certain of your competence. As Polndexter rose to go, the door opened to admit the lawyer's secretary. Pardon me, s1r, she apologized, as she dropped the mail on Hassel's desk. Thanks, Miss Brown. I wonder if- Great Scott! interrupted Poindexter, his face apoplectic with excitement as he pointed to the girl's hand, that's it! That's Alice's ring, I tell you! Impossible, the lawyer gasped. But it is, -I swear it is! Why, I'd know it anywhere. Hassell looked grave. He held out his hand. May I see it, Miss Brown? Why - yes - of course, she stammered nervously, handing it to him. But, Mr. Hassell, there must be some mistake, - there must be. Um-In-rn, he muttered, examining it closely. It's -lt's -an engagement ring, she continued haltlngly. Joe Cabot gave it to me last night. I see, Hassell looked up. Where does Cabot work? I-Ie's a clerk at Beech's, Clerk, eh. Well, young lady, I guess we'll have to talk to Cabot. Clerks don't buy rings like this. Eight o'clock that night found Mary seated in a booth at Java Jack's, listlessly sip- ping a cup of coffee. She had no idea how she got there, except that she had been walking for hours, thinking about Joe in jail until at last, utterly weary, she had stopped at the little hash-house. Still she worried. Why had Joe refused to tell even her where he got the ring. Why? Unless he really was guilty. No, she was sure he wasn't,--Not Joe. But why dldn't he talk? I'tell ya, boss, a. shining voice whispered on the other side of the partition, I had- da dump it quick. Doncha see, that thing was hot ice! Mary sat up sharply and listened. Y' dumb cluck, came the angry retort. Why'd ya hafta plant it there? Why, I oughta- Mary was gone. She fairly flew to a phone booth next door, called police headquarters, and told what she had heard. Her heart was singing now. Maybe-just maybe-Joe would be free again. Well, Joe grinned sheepishly, now you know why I wouldn't talk. Um-hm, Mary nodded. I read their confession. You were foolish, though. Oh, no, I wasn't! Ed Kelly was going to ask you to marry him,-he even showed me the ring. I just cou1dn't let him beat me to it, honey. And I was dead broke-you know, the day before pay-day-and- Mary laughed. Look, Joe, she handed him a. check. Whew! One thousand smackeroos! Gosh, Mary where'd you get thls? The reward money, goose. for catching those thugs. It's yours, too, Joe. And the first thing you're going to buy is another ring. Only this time, Mary grinned reguishly, stay away from the five and ten. Lg K Z W, I

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Poems FIRST PRIZE Marjorie Chang WINDS Who is mlghtiest of God's creation? Who brings to earth a dual sensation? Testing the strength of fields and trees, Daring brave sailors on open seas, It's the wind! The strong wind! Then there's the sigh of the gentle breeze Stirrlng to life the birds and bees. Carressing young children who shout with Singing a song of galety, And who creates this sweet sensation? It's the wind, God's gentle creation. HONORABLE MENTION Caroline Wong T0 MY DEAR MOTHER There is no one like mother, To take her place there is no other. glee She works and works from morn, 'til night. To make my days seem happy and bright. She loves her children, one and all, Treats them the same, big or small. So children when you hear her call, Obey her. don't say Yes, and not come at all. Take care of your mother when she is old. Because she's worth a- pot full of gold. If you don't, in the end you'1l realize, That you have lost a valuable prize. L, , 7, , ,A NYM-, l.,,,,,.nY,,? A .