Etna Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Etna, CA)

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Remember When BARBIE ARTHUR This page sponsored by: 'I0fI1 DISTRICT AGRICULTURAL ASSN. Edward B. Mathews, Sec'y.-Mgr. SISKIYOU COUNTY FAIR August I6-18, 'I957 Yreka, California JEANENNE

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FIRST PLACE SHORT STORY Autumn Came 'Late Dick Warner was walking down the street on his way to Grove Hill High. He was in no great hurry, for he knew he had plenty of time before the first bell would ring. It was a beautiful autumn morning, the air was smoky tasting from the piles of burning leaves, and the sky was stained white in spots by the smoke rising from the smoldering mounds. Yes, it really was a beautiful morning, but Dick was paying no attention to it. He was lost in his own thoughts of fo-o t b a I I , hunting, and all the other thoughts of boys of his age. In fact, he was so inter- ested in his own thoughts that he never saw the girl until he had run into her, knocking her and himself to the sidewalk! The sudden, unexpected collision brought him out of his thoughts abruptly. He looked around and stared straight into a cloud of black hair. Scrambling to his feet, he helped her to stand. She brushed back the dark cloud and he again found himself looking at her, but this time it was a pair of twinkling brown eyes and a mouth crinkling with laughter. Stammering an apology, he bent to pick up the scattered books and papers. . Gee! I'm sorry. I iust wasn't watching where my big feet were going. Instead of an angry reply, he was surprised to hear a ripple of laughter and then turned to find her beside him picking up the scattered papers. Please don't bother with an apology, said a merry voice. lt really was my fault. I was in a hurry to get out of the house and up to school. You see, this is my first year here at Grove Hill, and I love every minute of it. After an exchange of looks they walked on to school together, chatting like old friends. As they approached the school, the girl noticed sev- eral students turning around to stare at them and then starting to whisper to each other. The boy left her at her locker and went on down the hall. Francie Jourdon, although new at Grove Hill, had won the admiration and respect of all her classmates. She was a girl very easy to talk with and had the mer- riest brown eyes anyone had ever seen. The one girl she knew well came up to her in the lunch room and sat next to her. Francie knew she was dying to talk about something and Francie was sure she knew what it was. To open the way for her she asked, Well, Joan, who is he, and what in the world is wrong with his walking with me to school? .loan fairly exploded, Francie, you mean you don't know who he is? Francie shook her head in bewildered silence. Joan started bubbling out, Why Francie, he's the Student Council President and the Star Football Player and ----. . Slow down, Joan. Now very calmly tell me what is so unusual about this hero's walking with a girl to school? It was the only thing to do after helping me up from the sidewalk, following a collision and --. Oh Francie! You mean he really touched you? Well he could hardly help it after running into me, head-on. Now come on! What gives? lt's like this: Dick Warner is popular like I told you, but he's scared of girls. What! this came from a very astonished Francie. WeIl, anyway that's the conclusion the girls around here have drawn. Never in his two years here at Grove Hill has he so much as asked a girl for a date. He talks to them and everything during school, but he can never be found anyplace with a girl. Have any of the girls around here ever showed any interest in him? asked Francie. Oh, lots have chased him till they were blue in the face, but nothing ever happened. The two girls sat there for the rest of the noon hour, forgetting their lunches and surroundings, dis- cussing the extraordinary Mr. Warner. The next week passed with Dick lust happening to come along as Francie was starting up the walk to school. This accident continued for several weeks. All this time Joan and Francie were trying to figure out what kind of guy Dick Warner was. Then it happened! One night about a week and a half before a school dance, Francie picked up the phone and heard a very familiar voice. Hello, Francie? This is Dick. . . say, do you have a date for the dance? N-No, she stammered. Well would you. . . uh . . .could I . . . l mean would --- Oh, Dick, l'd love to! After establishing the time he was to pick her up, Francie put down the phone in a sort of dazed state, and floated up to her room. On the day of the dance Dick came by as usual. He met Francie, and they started off to school. Dick noticed Francie's angry mood and asked, What's the trouble, Francie? QCONTINUED ON PAGE TWENTYQ