Northeast High School - Nor Easter Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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t, but .y he ln to show ne of VC Ol other quiet ecret. J 'tell 'k on ed to ardy- n the giving .d the .cord- icoth- tried 5, the 'ugglf 'edom iunce, gh the .nesse gilte at be if the ' have yow gne- to I yow g and e did :io at ne so lifly yow iw of- gnable from ipani- vnken .eth it is the host, g lil Olaf QHSIQIT 17 but trewely yow do at the ende. The host is a man of your condicioun, and the fact yow did ne describe hem wolde be a resour why yow wolden beene hem. ' Praising and esteeming yow for the lifly concom in men and in nature wich me loven as yow, with re-- doutynge alway. - Your reder, FLETA HARRALL. The Haunted House in Hoo-doo Hollow VVILLIAM PHILLIPS About two miles from the town of Glump Ridge, Ihlissouri, there may be found, even today, a small, one room, weather-beaten house tucked away beneath a hanging boulder in what is known as Hoo-doo Hollow. For many years the respectable citizens of Glump Ridge had shunned the region of Hoo-doo Hollow as though it were the harbor of some terrible plague. Even the small boys knew the entire history of the house in the Hollow, and anyone who ventured into the house was commonly believed to be hoo- dooedf' It seems that two men, strangers to the people of Glump Ridge, had built and occupied the shanty. These men had never shown the slightest inclination toward be- coming acquainted with the town peo- ple. One night the two strangers had galloped away on horseback, leaving a trail of blood in the hollow. Some of the people of Glump Ridge had found, several days later, the body of a child in the shanty. The body was badly mutilated and blood was freely distributedabout the house. The body was buried and from that time, the ghost of a child was generally known to inhabit Hoo-doo Hollow. It was on a june night in the year of 1920 that two adventuresome boys, John and Sam, went to the haunted house on a dare, to discover the ghost. Armed with rifles, they arrived before dark and proceeded to explore the house from garret to cellar. The gar- ret contained some empty, broken bot- tles, a few old newspapers, some bed- ding, and a quantity of cob-webs. The one room of the shanty contained one window, one door, a few pieces of furniture and a ladder to the attic. A hole in one corner of the floor gave access to a cave, dugout to serve as a cellar. As the cave was very dark, the boys gave it a hasty glance and returned to the cabinis one room. Let's fix our bed in this corner, suggested John. I think we'd better sit up tonight, replied Sam. Of course, I'm not afraid, or anything like that, but how could we see the ghost if we were asleep? john had no answer to this, so the boys sat down on the doorstep. Dark- ness descended and the silence was un- broken, save by the chirping of the crickets and the twittering of the birds. Time passed and greater quiet descended. John stirred slightly, as if about to rise, when a low, wailing sob broke the silence. Sam clutched Iohn's knee and together they listened, while goose-flesh crept out on their sun-- burned arms. The sobbing grew louder and seemed to come from the room from behind them, painfully they turned their heads and saw at the top of the ladder leading to the attic, the white form of a child. The apparition held a candle in its hand, and before the boys could withdraw their eyes, the ghost began to descend the ladder. Now our two brave heroes could see blood dribbling over the child's white garment. Nearer and nearer came the figure and Iohn, the braver of the two dventurers felt for his box of 21 '- v ' matches. Instantly the figure was gone I Pooh! we imagined it,', said John.

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Nor' easter? himself, and stood for a moment. looking doubtfully at the wreck, and then realized what had happened. He turned towards his son, placed his hand roughly on the boy's shoulder, and growled, Cut out th' bawlin'. Yuh make me sick,', and shook him vi- olently. Then he shuffled back up the street to his favorite soft drink sa- loonf, 1 Iohn's body was still shaking, not from his father's rough treatment, but with suppressed sobs. Presently he shrugged his shoulders and began to pull the wreckage apart, and to show other volunteers where some one of the tenants might be buried-alive or dead. But he knew that his mother was dead-a small, but calm and quiet voice seemed to arise from the secret, unsounded depths of his soul to tell him that he would have to work on without her. As We Consider fEXplanationj Mr. Phillips' English Literature classes have just completed a most interesting study of Chaucer's Can- terbury Tales, and our coach, as we frequently call him, thought it would be a grand finale to have each student write a personal letter to Chaucer giv- ing his opinion of that elegant writer. One student in the fourth hour class was bravesenough to try, and I am sure you will later agree that she suc- ceeded, in writing a letter to Chaucer in his own blue-China English as our coach describes it, which all Chaucerian, students declare to be most difficult to interpret. To give you the benefit of this un- usual letter, we have been given per- mission to print it, and hope that you readers will enjoy it just as much as those who have heard it read aloud. EDITOR. Kansas City, Mo., Ian. 19, 1922. Derre Chaucer, It maist sem straunge to yow that, from far of America a lettre- you shoide have. Yet, in reding your tales and scriptures, I how beene so esed that I wolde beg yow to leet me telle of me delyt and pleasaunce and per- chance a question ask yow. O of our greet and couthe critics seyen of yow that yow weren that beest remenaunt of Norman yeast upon the hoombake Saxon lof, an me Chaucer Today thynketh it accordaunt. Yow tried to souphen the harsh souns and hardy- nesse to maken English swete on the tonge, and wel did yow do by giving unto it a lustynesse of French and the Italian. Me thynketh it noght acord- aunt for to pynche at your uncoth- nesse and tediousness whan yow tried to spare it. An as for vileonyes, the Canterbury Tales sem not ruggy an tedious, with the ese and fredom an easy flow, hum or, and penaunce, for the discriptions depeynted with the clennesse of Hogurth wich clennesse on canvas. 4 Sundry critics do also say a gilte opportunity was los.'It maist be rightes, but to tak the wordes of the greet American, with which yow have and wher yow wer, the beest yow dooinf' Nouth jolif ol' Dan, me desirygne to ask som questions. Whan to Italy yow romed and worshiped their wityng and passant -beautee, on your viage did you sette at soper with Boccaccio at his contree hom? It wolde beene so lusty to ete with disport with lifly noble Boccaccio. I can how yow speken of your work and how yow of- fered comments in a campaignable wey, and enned eshoon in pley. In the Canterbury Tales wich from the nyne an twenty in the compani- gnye was yow? Everrechon thynken the worthy knight, but me thynketh it the host. They do not trowe it is the trouble, for yow ne describe the host, bu1 hof thi wo bee I T E Glt fou we: ber knc yea Glu of the Eve hisi any wa: doc strz Rid sha the con ple. gall a ti of four chil bad dist was shi? to 1 It of 1 Joh hou: Arn' darl- hon: Yeti tles, ding one

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13 OF' QHSTQIZ' when he could speak, and he advanced toward the spot where the ghost had been. There on the floor was a pool of blood! Then from the doorway came a'flood of light and the appari- tion appeared again, moaning and drip- ping blood. And in the light that sur- rounded it the boys could see that the figure was headlessf The moaning rose to a wail and the words, I want my headi' rang through the house. Each wall echoed the horrible cry and every corner seemed to shelter mov- ing, creeping spirits. The ghost glided forward and as it did so, its white and crimson draperies caught against a table. The garments were pulled aside and our quaking bravers saw a man's foot protrude from beneath the lifted folds. john and Sam rushed forward, and the ghost, turning to flee stumbled and fell. Instantly our heroes were upon the prostrate figure. They tore off the draperies and brought to view the form of an old, dwarfish man. He snarled and struggled, but the boys held fast to him and marched him away at the point of their guns. With marvelous courage, now that they were dealing with flesh and blood, John and Sam hurried their prisoner to the sheriff's home, where they pounded loudly upon the door. A cross-examination of the prisoner gave the sheriff no information, so he immediately .organized a posse and hastened to raid the haunted house of Hoo-doo Hollow. Six men, fleeing in every direction, were captured and the posse found in an adjacent room of the cave, below the house, quantities of illicit liquor. The liquor was de- stroyed and the captives were sent to prison, convicted of bootlegging. Today, the haunted house is simply a forlorn, deserted little cabin. The mystery concerning it is dispelled, thanks to the unparalleled brave-ry of Sam and john, who enjoy to this day a fine reputation for bravery. The Hillsboro Mystery P DORIS McMILLAN.i I There's no story that appeals to me as much as a story of mystery and T believe there was never a mystery story that appealed to me as much as that one! exclaimed Peggy, as she and Virginia entered the house. They were returning from a movie show. Now, Peg, do you really consider it better than those Conan Doyle- stor- ies you are forever raving about? Well, maybe it wasn't as gripping as some of his, but the way that young fellow solved the mystery of the haunted church and caught the bank robbers was wonderful. W3S11,t Char- les Ray perfect, too? You know, daddy, Charles Ray played the part of the young man who discovered the robber's den under the church and the tunnels leading up to the town bank. Daddy had been perusing his evening UGWSPZIPCIB but Peggy's enthusiasm. had called his attention from it. In a few minutes he had heard the story from beginning to end. When Peggy had finished, for Peggy did all the talking, as usual, Virginia being a very quiet girl and possessing none of her sister's boyish pep and enthusiasm, their father acknowledged that the show must have been splendid and regretted that he had not accompanied them. Your story has brought to my mind a real story which I know, that I think will rival yours in mystery, Dr. johnson presently said. It was not late, so both of the girls threw themselves down on the big divan by the fireplace to hear daddy's mystery story. I lived, when a boy, in Hillsboro, Illinois, he began. f'Wl1e1i I was about seven years old, the by seen mo aw: out thu thrc able han mui gro whr mer way the as i ing thee wit and the gan in c in t mer 1 4 eng. Hin soci Hin why he l midi HH 1 had Hill: as l prol: see her KKI oftei ciou time bega hom CIC their the W to m just thro-