Central Junior High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Marion, OH)

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1 1 - . .ev . V- Hu v ' wiir one on sq 4 I A A .4 v I up .-.in fb rg- .. H- I' '- ' L-Ev' - ' 2 ' ' 'I f f lg if Vw , I fb! x 1, - I fb, f f ALONE Oh, don't you love to rove M In the woods at brook of day To have slept in o secret cove ind dreamed your cores away. Oh, don't you love to stray In meadows at eventide To drink in the fragrance of fresh mown hay Thrown by the reopers inr and Wide. Or don't you love to stroll Through odelweiss with the sun on high And see the cloud billoos roll l11'Uio ocean cI dio shy. To me it's o dream of heaven Only CL dream come true To wonder through flowers and woods To gaze et the starry blue. --Pauline ChQmbGTS. BOOKS No dog or cot is my companion--just n good book. With Q good book anyone who is interested con make it his companion. In the books I rend I picture myself as n companion to the chmrneters. When they get caught in o cove os did Tom Sawyer, ond I5c'eky,i' I with them ponderinf: over way to escape. If I decide on s way to get out and the author takes this moons of letting my eompdniors esenpo, I dm inclined to feel proud for I om.their companion in need. If the cher- eeters ere playing football, with one yard to go, I step in ond take o hand Qnd we win or we lose. In the lost half of the ninth inning with tho score tied ond buses full, do I smack Q home run, perhaps I do ond perhaps I don't. I nm o hero if I do ond ashamed of myself if I don't. In books I have rc-ed such as Touchdown by Barbour I om one of the players, the one that throws the long forward pass that wins the game, or maybe I an on the bench with Q sore ankle acquired in a previous game. But I om off: there just the same. I With Sherlock Holmes on one of his mysteries I nm 53 2 3335 not afraid for I know that Sherlock Clie suid I might coll him thatj ond Doctor Watson are my friends, Y Awwnm d? Aggg I . --Robert Gilbert :fm f',1 ' 1 n

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'N I g a . all Wig? f fa Q.. Q , 4' Q 1. , i 4,x,- - - jigs' 4. '1 -- p 'lgx . V-'K' -:Aff-J-k s . . l, ,fr X I I I I fb, ,vi e'UiNsr. ries I hgte guinea pigs. Before I became associated with this typo of animal life, I thought that guinea pigs would make ideal pots. But what s mistake that vas. We had friends in Columbus who had eight or nine guinea pigs. I wrote e letter asking if it would be possible for me to buy tvo of them. They replied seying thdt they would be only too glad to send two by express, free of charge. They seemed very anxious to get rid of the cute little creatures, no I called them at the time. I could not imagine why until the pigs hed remained at our house for two or three days and then I fully understood their anxiety. One .ftornoon about four o'clock the pigs arrived at the depot. My futher wont after them while I oerefully fixed a large box in which they were to reside. I was warned to he careful and not pick them up by their tails or their eyes would fall out. This sounded rather strange hut I resolved to follow this advice and not pick them up by their tdils. When at last my father arrived with the pigs I anxiously supcrintendod their most cautious placing in the box. I picked up one of the pigs te see if there could possibly he any con- nection witn the tail and the eyes. However, after giving the matter careful consideration, I decided that surely there must not hevc been for the pigs didn't have the least sign of a tail. The joke was on we, but I was so delighted with the pigs thmt I didn't get angry at the taunts of my mother and father. Then I inquired, HI Wonder what they eat? Do you suppose they would oat scraps from the tuble, or would they have to have some thing special? This question was not long unanswered for I soon found out, much to my discomfort, that they would edt any known thing in unlimited quantities. I clemned out txe ,1,'. hex about three times d day for two days end then I 'u'i'f'.Z.Q! :F-,:ad'y to kill the little pig- gies. If thf':,5,f woulfll have possessed any tails, I would have used them for handles end picked them up every time I looked at one of them. I never saw such dirty, ignorant animals in my life. One evening We hed u visitor. My father showed him gig? my pigs end the gentleman exclaimed, HOh, that is what my if - little Qlrl has been wentin, for a lens time. Do you know fir EE? where ILoould get some? g O J 'A T Lingua' QQ. Wmx -in rr . -'- -7: v. vxf4i'15:ff31iY22'u. -,iB1il1f,f3 3'.i Ea: g? 5.14 ' ' I S 5 'Tm'f1frf' s 'Q x I 1' ' 4