Central Washington University - Hyakem / Kooltuo Yearbook (Ellensburg, WA)

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Look Before You Leap. Ti »!? ' r Sm ' ■«. S SdylwjSS ' K ' ' Slta. ' “U drt, down upon ml “dl ringon dTi™ « .«»» 1 ££f ” • whitt face and .lacing eye. tt.rch.ng w.ldly ihroughihe cover.. „•., U ,„Xfo ' he, f,S. gave it an imp.li.nl fling and | ZSiS“JFTS£ r e M, “iis Jack. Thr, cud, gomi morning called ford, d. d. dcawl. WW.| 8,0 f fid . c«k and ru.hed loY. door. In a comer .mod falhe, wilh a broad boardfwl the polecat, which, to judge from the perfume, was squirming and wriggling about in pain and ang . . 1 ,en e ' ,,p I i ,t l l ' l J , o gI l ' p y |l ' jj f a .h , i ih votte hoaruirth «. ;;if yon wem in my poddo. you ' d drink ' poor| Si, ?fcll“cw“L X ' ? b”. wiS, my Jl ' inld of ,he rock reaching itt de.lin.lion, i. f.« a. . 1 S. tiJSagr] Mr. Philip Davidson of the Junior Class received honorable mention and h.s .lory is printed on another page, tdit . 1 14

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Uitpranj A REFLECTION When my study wearied eyes Turn from books to read the skies. Then my fancy wanders far. Out beyond the farthest star. High into the boundless scope. For a measure of my hope. Then I make my greatest plea. And my prayer shall always be. That my heart may ever keep That great kindness, real and deep. Which, when best, from cant is free. And can smile true charity. IS

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short and struck poor, long-suffering father on the foot. He gave a yell of pain, but not for a minute did he loosen his clutch on the board. The only consolation he had was to press down harder on the skunk. I rushed outside where I could laugh without hurting father’s feelings, and could inhale once more pure air. By this time my big brother Bill had become aroused by the extraordinary commotion, and came jumping across the lawn, clad in his pajamas, his gun in his hand, a pair of carpet slippers, several sizes too large, flapping on his feet and threatening to fly off at every leap. He came up to the door and told father to let drop the board and get out of the way so that he might shoot the skunk. But father was so afraid that Billy wouldn ' t hit the captive and that it would escape, that he would not listen, but bade my brother get a board or the ax and kill the thing. Returning with the ax, Billy thoughtlessly took the shortest way and rushed through the room where the chickens were. The terrified fowls, thinking this must be an attack of the enemy from the rear, flew, pell mell, into the front room, where Beth madly waved her arms about and shrieked. “Shew! Shew!” thus increasing the confusion. Poor father. I think, in those few minutes lost all the fatherly pride he had in us, and was thoroughly disgusted with us all. From the groans which he gave. I imagine he was getting the worst of it all around until the outraged chickens flew into the apple trees, where they continued loudly to voice their indignation. At last by means of much advancing and retreating, to avoid too close contact with the obnoxious animal, and by means of a liberal supply of blows, of which father received his share, Mr. Polecat’s troubles were at last ended. By this lime it was quite light. Beth and I entered to view the remains and, as father turned toward us, he made a ridiculous picture. Down one side of his face was a long bloody streak, inflicted by a passing hen. and the end of his nose was covered with dust. Nevertheless, with an air of veni, vidi. vici”(“I came, I saw, I conquered), he turned to pick up the mangled remains which were jammed against the wall near a hole. Imagine the consternation and chagrin which passed over his countenance when to his amazement both the hind legs of Mr. Polecat were found to be caught firmly in the jaws of a strong steel trap. Edythe Henry is