Central Junior High School - Reflector Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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THE ANNUAL Rarnacroa The Fernery By Isabel Birss and Continued hom, OME quick! Joan is dead and some- one is holding mel Help !! Oh, my! Someone come! ! This was Sally's voice and the girls' blood turned cold when they heard the cries. They made a dash for the house, armed with forks. As they mounted the kitchen steps, Mrs. Clien sig- naled for silence. Unsteadily, she took a flash light from her pocket and quickly swung the door open. Flashing the light around the kitchen, she finally located Sally who was still screaming at the top of her voice. As the light fell upon her Sally ceased her screams and Mrs. Clien started hers. But Mrs. Clien's were screams of laughter for being a woman of a happy nature she could laugh in the mist of doubt. The girls peering over her shoulder saw the cause of her laughter. There, at the other door was Sally jumping up and down try- ing to tear her dress, which was caught in the door, loose. Sally, seeing them laugh- ing, looked around to see the cause. She removed her skirt from the door and said in a scared voice, Never mind me, Isee there is nothing the matter with me, but find Joan. Mrs. Clien flashed her light up and down and soon the stream of light dis- closed a light through the archway that made the girls shudder and turn pale. There on the floor lay Joan with a stream of blood on her forehead. They found was not hurt very badly but had a large she cut on her forhead and was rather dizzy from the shock. The only explanation she had was, I came in and suddenly my candle went out. I stumbled on the table- leg I guess. My head aches dreadfully. After a night of careful ,nursing on Mrs. Clien's part Joan was able to eat her breakfast. Two weeks passed with a few scares and much fun. For the Friday of the third week the girls planned a party to which ihey could invite their friends from Paw- 1 PAGE E I Darleen Aschizeller the April issue Everything went well in the line of pre- paration until the girls discovered they did not have any dresses fit to wear to theparty, having only brought with them clothes suitable for camping. Mrs. Clien suggested cutting up some of the old silk dresses in the attic and making them into new party dresses for the girls. Joan found a rose shaded dress that was very becoming to her black hair and rosy cheeks. While the others were looking for theirs, she ran- sacked some trunks trying to find orna- ments suitable to wear with her dress and at the same having a good time looking at the queer odds and ends found there. She glanced at a picture, picked it up and stared hard and long. Mrs. Clien, said Joan, who is this man? In her hand she was holding a photograph of a young man. That, an- swered Mrs. Clien, is a picture of Mary's father's step-brother Edward, taken before he went to war. lt seems like a dream but, lim sure I saw that man some place. Those eyes are familar, replied Joan. Then hesitatingly, she told the girls in a soft voice, Yes, I can't think of it so very hard and nothing is plain to me, but I can't mistake those eyes. Irememberitas a dream and it isn't all clear to me. After this speech Mrs. Clien seemed nervous. That afternoon Mrs. Clien and the girls went to Paw-ki to mail the invitations. The Main Building on Main Street, served as a hotel, dry goods store and post office. When Mrs. Clien entered the post office she was confronted by County Sheriff Atwater who was noted for knowing all the affairs of town. Misses Clien, yuh don' happin' ta have any relations what sign their name Mr. E. Clien do yuh? Yes, said Mrs. Clien, my husbands stepbrothefs name is Edward Clieng Why? ' Wall, answered the sheriff, a person registered the other afternoon who signed his name Mr. E. Clien. Iwas jest wundrinf' GHTEEN