Clay Township High School - Geronimo Yearbook (Peru, IN)

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REFLECTOR A SCARY NIGHT QSTRICTLY FICTIOND Some of the girls I know have funny dispositions. For instance, the girls I run around with. One day we're the best of friends and suddenly for some uncanny reason we're slinging barbs back and forth. fThis is not intended as a pun, Barb is small but not that small.J A week or so ago I asked my three friends to stay all night witlf meg they agreed and the date was set. But when the time came, one of the happy group be- came peevcd and wouldn't come. But the others came and we had a fairly uneventful evening. Please notice, I didn't say night. We didn't get to bed 'til rather late. It takes girls a long time to get their hair fixed. If you happened to be listening outside the door you might have heard an occas- ional remark like, Get your mitts off those bobby pins, you lug, they're mine! But finally all was quiet. What an understatement! Since there were only three of us we all slept together. No one would volunteer to sleep alone and we didn't have any straws for Mr. Pring's hat, like the Seniors doj. It would be violating the Bill of Rights to expect three girls to be quiet. There were so many things to talk about, like caps and gowns, the Annual pictures, who do you reckon will get married in our class, and so forth, long into the night It was nearly two before my companions fell asleep. Lucky girls. They climbed into bed before me, leaving me the edge. I didn't dare go to sleep and relax my grip. I think I must have dozed, for after a time I became conscious of a gasping noise. My skin began to creep. Was someone being choked to death? I lay quietly. At last I could stand it no longer. I gave a lunge and turned over to look but wouldn't you know it at that moment the moon disappeared under a cloud! I began to regret my hasty action. Suppose the monster should direct his attention to me. Despite the precarious situation the most incoherent thoughts flashed through my mind. I wondered how a rabbit could sit perfectly still when frightened. I shook the whole bed. When I grew calmer I noticed that the noise that had ceased for a time was now growing louder. I was becom- ing sleepy. As a comparison I was beginning to feel the way I act on Monday mornings. So I determined to have it out with the snarling monster then and there. It would kill me or let me sleep. Believing there is safety in numbers I poked my pal in the ribs. Whuzza matter? she queried sleepily. Shh, I murmured. Listen, what's that rasp- ing noise? My ominous tone had fully awakened her. After a lapse of a second or so she replied, I hate to tell you this, kid, but it's Pinhead over here snoring. With a mut- tered ejaculation under my breath, I succeeded in stuffing a pillow in the cavity from whence the sounds were coming. We had a difficult time in keeping our faces straight the next morning, however, when our friend related a dream of the previous night. Seems like she dreamed a wolf with a wool mustache chased her through fields and over fences 'til she had tripped and the wolf having a faint resemblence to one of the faculty had kissed her fully on the lips. IMOGENE TULL .f 35