Eastern Junior High School - Arrow Yearbook (Pontiac, MI)

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M21 Page 9 , . f c 1?-Uii', Q It X X ' exchange lg' . I LMP' Greetings, Aaron Gove Arrow-and a word of explanation. After you so generously gave us permission to print in.our Christmas issue a story written by cane of your pupils for your own paper last Christmas. We were obliged to cut down on our pages, and so were unable to use it. However we still have the story and shall keep it until next year. It will lose none of its interest- ingnessn in the meantime. We are glad to welcome to our ex change desk The, Beehive, from Harding Junior High, Steubenville, Ohio. The issue for Christmas was Very attractively illustrated, and the poems were good. The staff is fortun- ate in being able to have their material linotyped, and the student body is fort- unate in that the paper is free to stud- ents. Fort Smith Pow Wow, your De'- cemberissue was well-nigh as Christ- massy as our own Arrow. We liked your cuts very much. Many thanks, Washington. Hi-Lights Honolula, for the copy of Na Huna Manao which you so kindly sent us. We are much interested in it. In fact some of us think we may try some such venture ourselves. So watch us. Along came the Terra Haute Tailsman with a cover even more attractive than -former ones, and the inside of the magazine as good as the outside! We have as our ambition to some day be as good as the Talisman. A The editor of the Arrow wonders whether the idea followed by the Bin- ford Bulletin, Richmond, Virginia of having above each article the name of the boy who set the type would not be a good one for us to follow. ' , The editors of the Tiumpeter Spanish Fork, Utah, have reasons to be proud of their paper. The articles are well written and the arrangement is gond. We are glad to receive the paper. Sometime we shall print a list of all our exchange friends. We are proud of the' fact that we have so many. Each one of them gives us new ideas for our magazine and we hope some of them find us helpful. 4

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Page 8 f 'X I ,gf- , '. f ',.i js 'Qin ' . -. il sf- THE CLOUDS I am the clouds, So fleecy and white. You see I'm quite a pretty sight. I play in the sky and go around and around. But I never make a single sound. Grace McGinnis 7B-5 ..--E-1- High Adventure One day while Jean and I were trudg- ing through the woods, we saw a thin wisp of smoke curling upward from a small, dried-out swamp. Upon closer investigation we found a smouldering camp fire, and over it hung a pail. We thought that perhaps this would turn out to be an adventure so we look- ed cautiously in all directions to see if anyone were about.However, no one was in sight, and we crept towards the fire. ' The most delicious odors were com- ing from the pail,and we were hungry as bears. We waited a while,but no one apps-ared.We finally became impatient and Jean suggested we help ourselves. We took our tin cups ,from our knap- sacks, and prepared tc take some of the contents of the pail, which proved to be a stew of rabbit and vegetables. We made up our minds that some hunter must have left his camp to find more game. We were justbeginning to enjoy ourselves when a shot disturbed the silence of the woods about us. The natural thing to do was to run, which we promptly did. We heard a shout, and an angry voice saying, Halt or I'll shoot. Needless to say, we halted, for we supposed of course the voice was addressing us. When we turned around, we had another surprise, for ,we saw a man running our way, closely followed by another man with a gun. This frightened us more than ever, and once more we started to run. I stumbled over a root and bumped my head on a stump. I was dazed at first, but I started to rise, when it seemed as if a huge tree were crashing down upon me. When I recovered my senses, Ifound it was a man, and not a tree, that had fallen on mel i The man with the gun was compli- rnenting us on our bravery in helping him capture the one who had fallen over me, who turned out to be a poacher, and the owner of the stew that we had been obliged to leave. The captor gave ns a reward, and I promptly fainted once more. It wasn,t very large, but it was enough to buy each of us a new reel for our fishing rod. Charlotte Barker '- SA-I Books are keys to wisdcm's treasure, Books are gates to lands of pleasure, Books are paths that upward lead Books are friends, come! let us read! Selected

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