Pulaski High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pulaski, VA)

 - Class of 1939

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THE ORIOLE SEASON + OF 1938 1939 Jf PAGE NINETEEN I ' ► t (I I | IT’S THE AHIMAL IM ME . . —by SARAH LUGAR — A THRILLING MURDER MYSTERY- “Th-th-tbere’s a burglar in the house,” stammered Nell. “In the room upstairs!” she shrieked to Henry, her older brother. Henry and Nell Henderson were staying at the home of their uncle in the country for the week-end while he ha’d gone to San Diego on business, and they were alone in the house when Nell made the startling exclamation. “Did I hear you say burg- lar?” asked Henry. “Why, Nell Henderson, you can’t scare me. What do you think this is, ‘The Haunted House’?” ‘And the tempest roared, the lighten- ing flashed, and the sound of a woman’s shrill cry was heard along the shore,” quoted Hen- ry from a mystery novel he had just read. “Aw, go on Henry, cut the comedy. This is no time for MY ORIOLE This book of mine will always be. The nearest thing to you and me; In years to come, when school is gone. And I am old, and things seem wrong. Til open this book, and turn the page; That’ll comfort me in my old age. I’ll see myself when I was your bright remarks. If that’s your epitaph. I’ll see that it is inscribed, but right now, will you please be serious. There’s something moving around in the room overhead. I heard it tipping across the floor. Grab your flashlight and follow ft me. “Yes, ‘Madame Queen,’ he chirped. As you wish.” Just then the two stopped still in their tracks at the sound of scuffling on the Boor above. “O-oh-Henry, I’m afraid to go up there. It-it s-sounds like there may be m-m-more than one. Maybe we’d better call for help.” ‘Oh, Nell, just climb down off your high horse,’ command- ed Henry. “Nothing’s going to hurt you. Go on up the step and I’M follow behind you. Ladies first, you know.” She stepped on the first step of the stairs, and as she did so, it creaked loudly, sending her into what almost seemed like pered, handing him the flash- light and pushing him for- ward. “Oh, allright,” he said and boldly started toward the door. Bang ! ! ! Yeow ! ! ! “Eeh,” shrieked Nell . “Wha’s that? Sounded like somebody’s shot. We’d better run.” Henry listened intently for a brief moment. Then feeling very brave, he said. “Come on. Follow me and we’ll go in and investigate, or my name isn’t Henry Henderson.” So saying, he grasped Nell’s hand tightly and started for the door again. “S-s-s-h! Not a word. When I open the door you push the button and turn on the lights and we’ll catch them single- handed.” young. And recall things that I have done. I’ll see the boys and girls I knew And tell some stories of what we’d do; Then I’ll close this book of gold And pack it with my tokens old. Louis Painter ’41 a convulsion to Henry. “Proceed — ‘Sister Connie’ — it’s only the step and it won’t bite.” She started up on the steps, and with a great deal of ner- vous effort she reached the head of the stairs. “It’s — it’s in this room,” said Nel “I see a light under the door.” “That’s no light shining un- der the door ‘Ellegance’, that’s your own flashlight that you’re holding in your hand,” scoffed Henry. “You go in first,” she wbis- He turned the knob noise- lessly and then Crash! Bang! “Oops.” said Henry, “What was that?” and fell, but pro- ceed ‘Prince Charming’ you aren’t afraid,” she scoffed. Reaching around the side of the door, she snitched on the lights. And there in the middle of the floor was. murder in cold blood — the cat was having a feast at the expense of a poor little mouse. A S ieam 9 At 7 Jie ft! ACfUt — by Sarah Hudson The night was black with that peculiar sort of darkness which seems almost tangib ' e. Black clouds, sullen and threatening, scuttled across the sky. Lightning slashed the somber heavens, casting an eerie g’ow over the landscape. The air was sultry and calm — the very universe appeared to be holding its breath. As I brought my old dilapidated car to a standstill before the palati- al mansion of my intimate friend, Dr. Wayne, the trees looming out of the darkness like ghostly sentinels of the night, began to sway and moan. I stepped from the car, and as if that were a signal, rain began pouring down in sheets, drenching me to the skin. Gaining the shelter of the portico, I looked back, and in a momentary blue - white flash of lightning, I saw that a huge oak had been struck down, completely blocking the one road to the village be’ow. I entered the drawing room. Hickory wood burned in an en- ormous fireplace with a weird blue flame. The only other in- habitant of this singular room was a huge sab’e cat, who arched his back and unsheath- ed his sharp claws when I ap- proached. Suddenly a piercing scream slashed the silence, echo- ing through the dim corridors. I felt a chill touch my spine. My feet seemed rooted to the f’oor. Again came that ghast- ly scream. Was my friend in peril — perhaps already dead? I rushed into the hall and raced up the stairway. Another pene- trating scream came through the panels of a door at my right, cutting through the hard wood like a keen-edged knife. Quick’y I flung open the door, and there, illuminated by the eerie white fire of lightning. I saw. . Dr. Wayne’s parrot.

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PAGE EIGHTEEN + SEASON OF 1938 1939 THE ORIOLE 7Jte BJsioJze M elue —By KATHLEEN OWENS ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ :A COMEDY DISH FOR JUST ABOUT EVERYBODY - - - ' " Danube so blue. I’m longing for you.” HE strains of the qp y beautiful waltz by ( I ] Strauss drifted A 1 , through the air as [f Tom Baker reached the scene of merri- ment. He stopped in the door to watch the danc- ers whose happy laughter filled the g a y 1 y decorated room. Several people glanced at the handsome, young man of the gay ’90’s. He was con- tent, watching and wondering if he had been recognized, un- til he saw the lovely Oriental Princess. She was standing be- neath a low canopy in a far corner of the room, her dark hair caught back by a colorful band of flowers. For a moment Tom merely stared. He was sure he had never seen her before, but she looked like a real princess, as from a fairy story. June Croy, the hostess, recognized the col- onial gentleman and, noticing the center of his attention, she came toward him, smiling. " Hello Tom,” she greeted gayly, " why don’t you join the party? The music is grand.” Tom didn’t even notice that she bad recognized him. " Hello,” he murmured ab- sently, and continued to stare. " Oh. June,” (with more enthusiasm as he suddenly re- cognized the Spanish maiden.) " Couldn’t you introduce me to her?’ He nodded toward the girl who was now walking slowly toward them. " I don’t know her,” June whispered mystified. ‘No one seems to know who she is. But see, she is smiling and nodded. I believe you have made a good impression.” Taking matters into his own bands. Tom started to- ward her, but he stopped sud- denly, at a loss as to what to say. Then be walked on to where she was standing, and stopping, introduced himself. The girl nodded and smilingh moved toward the center of the room. Tom followed, knowing that she expected him to. " That is a good orchestra, would you like to dance?” he asked timidly. “Why, yes, if you wish to trust my style of dancing,” she readily consented in a low, husky voice. Tom was almost surprised to hear her speak English al- though he knew that she was only in masquerade. To the soft strains of a popular dance tune, they joined the other young people on the floor. Tom grew impatient at his own bashfulness. " Won’t you tell me your name?” he asked hopefully. " Did I ask you to tell yours?” she inquired in the same !«ow even tone. " You told me you were a gentleman from old Boston.” Tom was silenced by her unexpected reply and searched his brain for something to say. June, passing saved the mo- ment. The music had stopped and she came up to them. " Didn’t we pick a good night for our party? Just look ★ at the moon.” She pointed through the door. Tom nodded and gave her a grateful look. Taking his part- ner’s arm he started toward the door. " Come on,” he said, " and I’ll show you — ” " The Big Dipper and the twingling litt’e stars?” she in- terrupted him in an innocent voice. Tom stopped astounded. What was a fellow to say to a girl like this? They walked on to the porch and were greeted by the most beautiful moon whose silvery beams il- luminated the gardens and porch. The girl moved farth- er away from him and glanced up smiling sweetly. Tom needed no further encourage- ment. His spirits soared high. " You know, I think I’m the luckiest fellow at the party. I have a charming princess all to myself. Please, won’t you tell me your name?” He tried once more to learn her identity. Completely ignoring his last question she came to stand by him taking his arm. " I’m glad you like it. But look, see bow those clouds unmask! Now I’ll find out who you are.” Eagerly he pushed her toward the lighted door. She paused for the merest sec- ond, and then began to remove her mask. The Oriental girl turned toward the light. Tom gasped as he stared up at " her”. The features of Jack Brown, one of his classmates, were re- vealed. He would never forgive him. " My beautiful Oriental Prin- cess, a boy!” His face f’aming red he rushed from the crowd- ed room, remembering all the things he bad said to the " prin- cess.” chase each other across the moon? They act a though they know how happy we have been tonight. I’m almost sorry it’s nearly over.” She sighed con- tentedly as she spoke. " Yes, it has been a swell party, but you are right. It must be nearing twelve.” As he started to take her hand, the far off chimes of the town clock reaicbed them. It was midnight. " It’s midnight and time to POETS The poets to whom I make my criticism Don’t seem to have their right wits with ’em. For they swap common sense for rhyme and rythm. So the Lord knows We ought to forgive ’em. They’ll title it “ Flowers ” and write about bees. Or write about frogs when the title is ’‘Trees” They’ll worry all day about one little word. They insert the silliest thing you ever heard. They’ll write for a week, then throw it away W hile common -sense poets Write a couple a day. They’ll write about streams that run between ridges, When every one knows they run just under bridges. They write about mountains that tower to heaven. Then to rhyme the next line, they’ll end it in seven. Now I may be hung, or my neck may be rung. But let me explain before you’ve begun That this little poem is only in fun. Wbitesell — ’40

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PAGE TWENTY SEASON OF 1938 1939 THE ORIOLE MONOGRAM CLUB ACTIVE IN SCHOLASTIC AFFAIRS TWELVE THINGS TO REMEMBER 1 . The value of time. 2. The success of perseverance. 3. The pleasure of working. 4. The dignity of simplicity. 5. The worth of character. 6. The puwer of kindness. 7. The influence of examples. 8. The obligation of duty. 9. The wisdom of economy. 10 . The virtue of patience. 11. The improvement of talent. 12 . The joy of originating. Although this is only the second year the Boys’ and Girls’ Monogram Clubs have existed for some time, they have been very active. The boys were very ably led by the captain of football team, Henry Patterson. Vice Presi- dent’s office was held by Wel- don Amburn and the secre- tary and treasurer was Louis Painter. Their year was begun by having a “Beauty Con- test” in which the boys dress- ed as girls and the girls as boys. Then came a “Wo- manless wedding,” and final- ly a dance, to which both Hi- Y Clubs, the Girls’ Mono- gram Club, Senior Class, and both basketball teams were invited. All of these furnish- ed much enjoyment to the student body. The boys had their initiation and welcomed the swimming team into their club. The members being Da- vid Jamison, Captain; Coop- er Perkins, and Porter Ham. The other members of the swimming team were already members of the Monogram club. The Girls, though not as large a club, have been very active also. The president of the club was Mary Stam- baugh, who was very ably as- sisted by Vice-President Isabel Gilmer, Secretary Ruth Webb and a very efficient treasurer, Sarah Lugar. A dance was given at the first of year with music by “The Southwest Vrginians.” Later, an Ama- teur Hour was given in order to place the Girls’ basketball team and Monogram Club’s pictures in the “Oriole”. An- other benefit was given to pay for the basketball mono- grams, and last but not least a dance was given as a final “salute,” so to speak, as sever- al members were seniors, and to welcome into the club, af- ter initiations, new members who were Mildred Wallner, Dorothy Leache and Virginia Painter. The Boys’ Mono- gram Club and both basket- ball teams were invited. Thus ends the social year of the Monogram Club. The members of the club are: Girls — Isabel Gilmer, Ruth Webb, Sarah Lugar, Elizabeth Adair,, Jeanne Hall, Peggy Quesenberry and Mary Stam- baugh. Boys — Henry Patterson, Weldon Amburn, John Tate, Connie Adams, Ned Bane, Roy Chat- man, Nathan Evans, Howard Golden, Berman Grantham, C. J. Haislip, Dick Haislip, Melvin Hall, Bill Hardy, Dan Hinson, Eugene Huff. Preston Jones, Wilbur Kir- by, Tom Massie, Donald Morehead, Douglas Moyers, Nick Oglesby, Forrest Ow- en, Louis Painter, Holmes Perkins, Siscle Raines. Don- ald Richardson. Ralph Tes- ter, H. A. Turner, Jack Ward. Johnny Wygal, Rich- ard Ward. CHEER LEADERS We point with pride to our three cheer leaders, Jean- ne Hall, Mary Stambaugh and Bill Dent. Without them there would have been much missing at our games. Wheth- er P. H. S. was losing or win- ning their enthusiasm never waned.

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