Eugene High School - Eugenean Yearbook (Eugene, OR)

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I4 E ' '- if S54 '- 05' W I . iff ' -I Page I Qu- z J ., -sa 1: ' .i w MII: If 51181 'IC Ticienfy-tivo ' O1'C'g01l he rong acon OOIQ here you fellows' if you want to get to work on time tomorrow, don't fail to kick me out when you hear that clock. If , S I tlnngs stirring on time. I am Going to cook for this gang I want This didn't have much effect on the two chaps to whom I was speaking, for all each did was just grunt. But l thought I knew what I was saying. so I wound the clock up to the last notch and set the alarm at four o'clock. For once I was going to show those boys that I was an early riser. Three other boys and myself had been camp- ing out and working for some little time, and this incident, which I am about to describe, was one of our many experiences, Que of the boys, how- ever, was away at the time this accident occurred. XVell, hurry up and douse the glim, sput- tered some one from under the bed covers. I'm sleepy. , I doused the glim, as we termed it, and went scrambling and feeling for the bed, when-Ouch! I broke my toe against that post, and hopping on one foot I stumbled and fell on to the bed. It's too bad you can't get in bed like you were civilized, growled Iieopke. Yes, and this hill I am sleeping on keeps me sliding all over the tent, I don't like your fir bough bed, spoke out jesse Black. If you fellows don't like it. you can lump it. I answered, and at the same time I was feeling for a decent place to sleep on. But sleep was out of the question for a while, XVe made up our bed about three times, and every one of us had to fight for covers. At last we settled down and went to sleep. There was nothing to break the silence but the moaning of the wind through the trees, and our snores. But nothing more was needed. Wie were enough to wake the dead. The next morning I heard a loud alarm bell under my ear and on opening my eyes I saw that I was crosswise the bed, and Keopke-well he had taken a blanket and crawled off by himself. jesse Black was huddled up on a pillow in one corner of the tent. I glanced at the clock-five o'clock and no mistake. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Hjxlll I bughouse F I said to myself. I got up and examined that clock. That cer- tainly is five o'clock, and I'd swear I set it at four,', I said. Gee Crickets! fellows, crawl out. Here it is, five o'clock and I thought I set that crazy- Now laugh, will you? IVhat is wrong with you guys anyway PM Ch, nothing,'I said Black, you look so funnyfy He said I looked funny because he had noth- ing else to say, and I made up my mind that one of them had changed that alarm. There was something wrong or they wouldn't have laughed so hard. XVhile I was working with breakfast, jesse took his fishing rod and went fishing in spite of my protests. He knew he cOuldn't catch any fish but he went because I didn't want him to. That was the way they both did, and if I said, two and two equals four,'I they would say it made six. After a few minutes everything was running smoothly around camp with the exception of Pat He spent his spare time putting soap or butter or something else into the coffee pot or mixing salt with sugar. That is the way he al- ways did when he had nothing else to do. so I asked him to fry the bacon. I had learned enough to keep him busy. The bacon seemed to be unusually greasy and a large amount of grease was in the frying pan. Pat took the pan and held it over the fire as I had been doing, while I went into the tent after some eggs. I turned around just in time to see the grease in the pan catch on fire. Pat jerked the pan out and started to blow out the flame, then he stood up straight and turned as white as a sheet and began to breathe quick short breaths. Then all at once he let a yell out 'of him that shook the very tree tops, and whirling the pan around his head, he threw it at a tree, and started to run and dance. Qf all the Indian war dances ever heard of, his could not be beaten. He kicked

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Eugen? V 1 ,nik Z.-L: al , ...- L Pclgg ' -- li , fr 'g Lg. a It ,-J 1 1 if, if . Twem' one CD - - i V -i 'Af 35-0 r.. - . , y 70.3011 ' I-.-Q13-1 :A'..,,- AJ ' re. V H. .,,. ,iv were coming here and said we could play a joke on you girls, so you see the result. Mr Burton and 'Chappie' here, exclaimed Mildred when she had a chance to speak. Yes, and listen to our plan, replied Nat. f'W'e will fix up some kind of a scary note and one of us take Ioe's pony and sneak up to camp and pin it on the cabin door. Wfe will say you are a prisoner and demand so much money, etc. Do you get ine? Oh, we fellows are pretty smart alright.', By this time they were among the numerous tents which comprised the boys' camp. Mr. Bur- ton and Miss Brohman had come up and were laughing heartily at the girls predicament. f'Here's some red ink and some old wrapping paper, called Joe, and the boys with the girls in their midst followed him to the table which had been placed under the trees. They all offered suggestions and finally the missive was written and one of the younger boys had been dispatched on Joe's pony to pin it on the cabin door. VVhat will the girls think?,' said Mildred. XYhat if they should be able to scrape together ten dollars and leave it at the Bear's Head. Don't you worry about them leaving the money there, broke in Bill. VVe won't give them a chance. P14 Pk Pk Pk Ik wk PK V Pk It doesnlt look as if Betty and Mildred are back yet, said Janet when she and Margaret had come in sight of camp from their trip to Mirianfs. 'fXVhy look, there's something on the door of the cabin. Itls probably a note from the girls but what a horrible looking thing for them to write. - Indeed it was horrible, as the brown paper had given the red ink an unusual color and the boys had taken care that it was well decorated with spots of the ink. l'XVhy, look here Marg -and Janet read: 'To the Misses Bandon and Benshay: fMiss Burton and Miss Burmer are here in our keeping and unless you girls leave ten dollars in the hollow tree at the Bear's Head at five o'clock, your honored hostess and her guest, com- monly known as Mildred, who have been taken to a dense part of the woods, will be started in a direction, not the one in which your camp lies and then we will desert them. NO MANS CRONVD., janet, do you suppose it's true F asked Mar- garet. Hjust think, Betty and Mildred lost in these woods at night and no place to stop. Itys three o'clock and we must be at that tree at quar- ter to five at least. NVhere's Mrs. Burton and where's some money,', and the girls rushed off to find the desired. At five o'clock the two girls with but six dol- lars and a half in Janetys coat pocket, were sitting at the foot of a tree at Bear's Head, discussing whether the No Man's Crowd would be satis- fied with six and a half dollars, when they saw a canoe landing at the head of the inlet known as the Bear's Head. Those must be the members of the No Man's Crowd who are coming for their moneyf' whis- pered Janet as the persons advanced. 6'Aren't they awful looking people. H wish we didn't have to stay and explain about the money. The girls, shaking with fright, barely heard the gruff voice of one of them ask: XVhere is the money ? Janet, in a trembling voice, said they had only six and a half and was starting to explain when she was interrupted by a chuckle from one of the men. Then came a burst of laughter from an- other and then the boys pulled down the black cloths with which they had hidden their faces. Before the girls had in the least recovered from their surprise, five other canoes had ap- peared around the bend and soon the girls were surrounded by Mr. and Mrs. Burton, Miss Broh- nian, Betty and Mildred and the remainder of the crowd at XVill's camp. Come! Come! We must get back to the boys' camp in a hurry or James will be having a terrible time. VVe niustn't be late for that delicious din- ner he has prepared for us, Mr. Burton called. Yes, back to the camp we go, cried the boys in unison and in a few minutes the deep silence of the Bear's Head was distrubed only by the faint echo of the boys' merry college song, Now for some eats, letis go. F. S., '15.

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