Bryant Junior High School - Junior Life Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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8 TIIE JVNIO R L I F E then he sat down beside me and started explaining how we were to get the honey. When he had finished with his explanation we saw all the bees swarming around about ten feet from the comb. The smoke had risen surrounding the comb. The bees that could not stand the smoke had moved out. Joe then took the long pole and with one punch, knocked the comb to the ground outside the smoky area. He then dropped the pole, picked up the comb and stepped back into the smoke path for protection. If he had left it on the ground, the bees would have come and guarded it, preventing us from taking possession of our sweet find. About fifteen minutes later we stepped out of the smoke with not a bee in sight anywhere. It was easier going home that evening than it had been coming because Joe had found a road nearby that led to the'clearing where our horses were picketed. We saddled them and journeyed homeward. This was one time when our sweet tooth had been satisfied. There was honey not only inside but outside as well. —Warren Weeks. Uninvited Footsteps We were camping in a secluded spot on a lonely mountain. The surrounding mountains had taken on a gray-blue color which is not unusual in the evening. Only a faint glow was visible as evidence of a slowly sinking sun. Against this stood huge pines, tall and sublime. Pink and gray feather clouds rested peacefully in the western sky. In the east a few early stars began to twinkle. The wind had ceased to blow; hence, there was not a ripple on beautiful Lake Louise. The last glowing embers of a dying fire were to be seen in front of our camp. A wolf’s howl in the distance; mellow tones of a guitar from a gypsy camp a little way down the mountain side. Twilight fell. The moon rose and sent a silvery sheen over everything. It was exquisite. My family, including my parents, brother John, and myself, decided it was time to go to bed and departed to our tents. In bed I happened to think that neither Mother nor I had fastened the tent door. Any intruder who found it desirable might enter. I was too excited to think further on that subject and discarded it from my mind. Suddenly I heard a twig snap; then more twigs and leaves crackled. What could it be? Footsteps? Coming closer—closer! It sounded like two persons. By increased distinction I decided the steps were within five feet of the tent. The visitor had now reached our shelter and was circling it. I heard it brush against the canvas wall. 1 was altogether too frightened to scream. My hands were like icy needles on my burning face.

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T II E JUNIOR LIFE 7 Bryant Songsters Any person visiting Bryant Junior High would be delighted upon arriving at the third floor. From rooms 301 and 326 sweet strains of music are heard and as the door has been left open one can distinguish the words. “When the foeman hares his steel ' sings out the chorus of boys with lusty voices. The girls answer with, “Go, ye heroes, but the boys seem reluctant to leave. However, after a few more pleading phrases from the girls they decide to go and the song ends with gusto. But what is this we hear? “Go back to the top of the page, commands Mrs. Angell. So the song starts again after a long sigh from the front seat section, and again it finishes, but with greater vigor than ever. A hush comes over the class as it swings into the calmer tones of “Sweet and Low. Alas! There is a rude interruption. In the middle of this beautiful piece the sharp ring of the hell is joyfully accepted by the students. There is a loud slam of books and grins appear on every face. Another period is ended! —Solange Duvair. Hunting Honey in Texas My friend, Joe, who was a Mexican, had told me that in the swamps there arc many flowers that have some water in their blossoms. This sweetened water the bees like. We decided to find some of their honey made from these flowers. We found a swamp easily enough and also found the path the bees were following. To trail them through that thick undergrowth was a difficult problem. We lay down on our stomachs and crawled along under the dense growth of vine. All the time we had to keep our eyes on the bee path above. After two hours of crawling we came upon the comb. It was away up in a tree that had some queer sort of thorns that I thought would prevent my friend from going up. Joe told me to build a fire in a certain spot which he pointed out to me. I did as I was told, not having the slightest idea as to what I was building the fire for. After I had a good fire built, Joe came back with an armful of grass and a very long pole. He put the grass on the fire, almost putting it out;

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 9 Now the steps were in front of the tent. I glanced at the door. To my extreme horror, it was moving hack and forth. Two black, furry paws appeared. Then a fuzzy nose! I closed my eyes, too horrified to look. A minute later 1 opened them again. To my utter amazement a big black hear was standing just inside the door. He was about four feet from me and coming closer. It seemed that he walked slowly just to prolong whatever harm he intended to bestow upon me and to provoke the highly nervous condition I was already in. What would he do? Now he was next to my head. He opened his mouth displaying his large white teeth. There he stood, it seemed to me hours, but in reality it was only about thirty seconds. Apparently he had made up his mind what to do and raising his paw he struck me a blow on the head which sent me headlong out of bed. The next minute I found myself sitting on the ground with bedclothes wrapped around me in a very uncomfortable manner. But there was no bear. I had been dreaming! It was broad daylight. A hurried glance around the enclosure disclosed to me that Mother’s cot and all the clothes, save those that 1 was to wear, were gone. The voices of my brother and parents who were busily packing for the day’s journey were a source of welcome surprise to me. The tent was open and through it I could see the sky. It was summer blue. The sun was literally pouring forth its rays to all living things. On the mountains across from us I could see the rich green pines. Birds were singing their merry greetings. Squirrels and chipmunks scampered joyously about. Rich masculine voices and mellow feminine voices were heard singing to the accompaniment of the afore heard guitar as the gypsy band ascended the mountain. Everywhere there seemed to be an abundance of life—happy life. My heart leaped at the approach of this glorious day and to my mind came these familiar words: God's m His Heaven, All's right with the world. —Ruth Aldrich. Did You Know— The rays of the sun take eight and a half minutes to reach the earth ? Flies have their taste organs in their feet? An ape has thirty-two teeth and a garden snail has 1400? A shark is the only fish that can blink its eyes? An eel has two hearts, one in iis tail and the other near its head?