Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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Nz .515 E MADL LEAVE 'Nix pork barrel. fPoor pig.j Then they nailed the top and rolled me some distance from the cabin. I heard their rough voices as they retreated, and left me at the mercy of the night fhope it's mercifulj. I had very little air which came through the bung hole in the side of the barrel, and it was heavy with the odor of pork. CAnalyze the odor, please.j I could scarcely move. I grew colder each minute, and suddenly the howl of a wolf broke the still- ness. QGO purchase a tube of Le Page'sj. I listenedg every few minutes I heard, O-O-O-! Wow-ow-ow! As the sound grew nearer I could tell that it was a pack of wolves. It was not long before there was sniffing around the barrel. An idea came to me. fWalked or ran?j I knew it was my only chance of escape. Forcing my hand through the bung hole, I luckily caught hold of a wolf's tail. It scared him so badly that he started running. Finally I let go, and the barrel rolled down hill. It was not a very nice feeling, rolling over and over, but it lasted only a minute. The barrel struck a tree and burst open. Scratched and bruised, I came forth Qwhy not first?j only too glad to be free. Being afraid that the wolves would follow me, with all my remaining strength I climbed the tree. By this time a full moon shone in the sky. CFull o' moonshinej The bare trees loomed up, foh, so shockinglj black and forbidding, against its light. I could see the pack of wolves going over the hill. It was a beautiful sight, but I was too cold to enjoy it. I started to climb to the top of the tree to see if I could discover a house. When I got almost to the top, I heard something crack. The limb of the tree I was on broke Canother fracturej and I felt myself falling- falling-falling. But I never hit the ground. Instead, I was lying on the floor. I had been dreaming. fOh, the closing episode of a dramatic tragedylj A PERTEST Dere misTer PrinCiple- hiGh School an, er suposed ter be ran This is a letTer of Pertest bv you. asinsf I been doin' the notoryus actions of this High some inyfigation ScH001 myself an' I'm from Co0n's an' I airft Run, and what I saYs goes 50 duMe as without I might D0 ga3. Seem I been hearing ter be, T116 8 lot 100 yere about XYCFC SCll00l Spffit Digtiongryan Enciglgpgdle WhiCll is disr0binG sez that spirits is apparitions, im- itself mortal part of man. An aroun' the stuDents of for skool, it sez the Fore a shoal, sech as classes of this yere fish Page One Hundred Twenty-Six

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MADLE LEAVE tion, but walking was not so easy, as the ground was frozen hard, and I stum- bled over logs. Limbs scratched my face until it bled. However, it was not long until I reached a cabin. The light which I had seen was shining through a long window invitingly waiting for me to peep in. No one seemed to be at home. I0-o-0-0, might be some shoes under the bed.j But to make sure I gave a weak knock which echoed through the darkness. QTime to screaurj No response came, so I went in. CLotta nervej The cabin was very old Cand totteringj. Boards were hanging through the ceiling. QGollows, doncher know.j In one end of the room was an old fashioned fireplace where a fire was burning. I knew from this that some one had been there and had probably gone out to hunt. Around the walls hung battered cooking utensils, skins of animals, gunny sacks and other hunters' trappings. Everything looked untidy. Nevertheless, I sat down at the fire which was the only comfortable thing in the room, put my head in my hands and soon dozed off to sleep. Something awakened me, I listened. It was voices. I jumped up and looked for a place to hide until at least I could tell who they were. There was a ladder leading into an attic, Cwas it led by a rope?j so I climbed up. The place was very dark and musty. fHe must, must he?j But I lay down quickly as I heard two men enter the door. I put my ear to the floor Qmust be detachablej and this is what I heard: I tella youse I'm gonna hab mosta da mon, coz I killed heem. An' I tella youse I'm gonna ha' da most, coz I tol' ya whar heem war.'i And so the argument waxed hot Cand then meltedj I got tired Qdid he have wheels?l of lying on one side, so I turned over and felt something touching me. This aroused my curiosity and I put out my hand to see what it was. My fingers touched cold, hard features-those of a man- a dead man. Q0 m'gosh!j One touch was enough. The cold chills ran all over me, Cgalloped, in factj as I jumped up and started for the ladder. But the floor broke, and the dead man and I fell thru. QPretty frisky for a dead man.j I was not hurt, but almost scared to death. Here I was in the middle of the floor, boards, paper and dirt lying all around me, the stiff body of a man beside me, Qthat's what gym does for usj and two terrible men standing in one corner of the room, their mouths wide open, and eyes staring at me Can open facej. I managed to get up as they jerked out their pistols and pointed them at me. One began to speak. Who da devil air ye, an whadd'ya doing hyar? he questioned. I told him about my accident, that I came in to get warm, and to find out, if possible, the way home. We'll have to keel heem, Ckeel over, you knowj or he'll squeal on us, spoke the older. And I squirmed. No one will ever know the difference, but wot wolves got 'im. At this I began begging for mercy, and promised not to tell anyone of the murdered man if they would let me live. QSame old gag.j At length, the sneering, rudest one replied, Wall, if youse won't squeal on us, we'll let you live. But we're gonna put ya where ya can't git out 'twell we git away. fAlmost hardly got off easylj They took me roughly by the arm and led me outside. I knew there was no use to resist them, for they could have killed me without any trouble. They had their guns on me, Qmusta been weighted downj and forced me to get into a salted .aaa-,T.,,,, ,,,, -f if A, 1' ' Page One Hundred Twenty-Five

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NA A 3 I.. E lVell now, I reckon it of swim innysent stewdents ain't no joke to come Now ter this high School at I got another night and find pel-Test, ghosts of fishes craulin This yere round, spiRit, it Mebby you all thiNk it's IHCHHS 150, fmmv meens a intoXicant. but QVIIEH Now, this aiN't a fcller ain't got much fzactly a Pertest nerve. neither. It's a plain That aint me-o' course, WVe ain't likely to respec this higH School question Where do they maK and why don't every stewdent e l1i nm git a taste of it? by youf , Plese tRy to Meliby It S gH0sts make the following eatin fish demendments? But Yours tell the enny Way pussy cat talks. it ain't considered ter ska,-e ARCHIBALD JONES Castle of Pleasure Katherine Hawley was the lucky one to have written this purely fantastic little scenario, which has been pronounced by the crowned heads of High Schoolia as quite chawmingf' It is needless to say that its production has feduced our runds Qwe mean reduced our fundsj, which reminds us of a perfectly killing joke, but we haven't space to tell it. CASTLE OF PLEASURE T was a freezing day in January: the wind fairly flew through the trees. Sir Richard seemed not to be livened by the sounds the wind made. He had been thinking and thinking hard, wondering if the reason for which he left his father's castle was a very worthy one. It was no wonder he was not heartenedg the scene on which he looked was one of desolation. The rain beat down in tor- rents, hitting Sir Richard with such force that it seemed like so many pebbles, which the heavens had opened up and let fall. The sky was leaden, with here and there a cloud black as night: there were flashes of lightning, and peals of thunder which rolled from hill to hill, finally dying away in the distance. Sir Richard was four-and-twenty, and counted himself full a man. This day was enough, though, to make him feel like going home and sitting by the big fire in his father's castle and joking with his father's jester. Sir Richard has visions of finding more pleasures in the world than he had been allowed at his father's court. He looked up and saw that he was approaching a castle built of gray stone, with creeping vines growing over it. Around this castle was a moat. Withal, it had a very gloomy and grotesque appearance. Sir Richard was not one to make much over trifles, and he decided the castle would answer the purpose for shelter. Drawing nearer, he beheld a knight at the end of the drawbridge over the moat. Greeting the knight, he asked admittance. as --iait h A ,1 l,A Page One Hundred Twenty-Seven