Gold Hill High School - Nugget Yearbook (Gold Hill, OR)

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i5'2-i!'95'l?'i!'4!'46'lP4!-35-I!-4542-if-if'!--294!--2!-4!--R--3!--Z54S-'N'T-l'---..- In 44-48- walking silently in an apparition world. This effect was heightened as almost invisible phantoms of ashes I 4849 51 :Isl 'l 4 I rose and drifted away through the black spires at each MI step I took. T, I All this was so disquieting I began walking more s' swiftly, but that served only to quicken my apprehen-' w' sions and my imagination. Once I thought I felt a ghost's W' breath on the back of my neck, faintly lifting my heir Ll and causing chills to crawl through me. I tried to shake Ig off such feelings, but my mind only dwelt on them the 2, more and I began to run. Once I had done that I lest all s control of myself and broke into sneer flight. I was thus running faster and faster when suddenly ml I came around a blind turn and stopped short. I' drew 'kg back involuntarily from what I saw crouched there again- rl st the ash-covered bank. It was a louthesomefthing, no s' longer a man but the inhabitant of a nightmare. The most a horrible part of it was the head and face. The latter ' ,,,' was very thin with cadaverous hollows under the cheek gl bones, but above it towered a large dome-like cranium 1 from which grew a few struggling strands of hair. The W' skin was a ghostly yellow and lips drew back from fangs W, to which froth clung. All these features, however, were w made insignificant by the eyes. These had black rings ,pl around them, setting off their terrible quality of in- ?l sanity. The white expanse of the eyeballs was abnormally xl large, showing by a wide margin around the small cold Tl green irises. The pupils were almost invisible, increas- at ing the intense stoniness of the stare. It was not only n the insanity of the eyes that appalled meg it was the ,Q cold staring expressionlessness of them, caused not by WI extreme mental control but by the complete absence of a jg mind. Their chilling effect was almost a physical pain ml as they held my gaze and my whole mind and body seemed s' to freeze. I tried to look away but the eyes held me as a Q snake's hold a rabbit. However, I became aware of some- gl thing that filled me with more dread, if possible. Ex- ml tended toward me from that smell grotesque frame was a I by shrivelled yellow hand with long thin fingers curled like rl claws. And by some means of locomotion unseen by me those sl clutching hands were moving slowly, inexoribly toward me! ml I opened my mouth to scream, but my voice caught in gl my throat. I tried to force myself to run, run, anything 5 to get away from there, but my nerves were paralyzed. Tl I was in that state everyone has experienced during night- sl mares. In spite of agonizing effort, all I could do was-shrinhe' --se-atat-.ez--:L-ze-rs-.ee-s-ae--zs--re.ae-n-0-n--ze-4e-ae.-:L-ze-er-1:-.ae--as -x- ez- -ze -zs ae -::- -se -:fl 100'

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...-.-...q-.- -4---uu-no.-..-.g-q-1---w---o...-q-.--...---..--a 1' 6-l5i1-1'?41-4PiC ?E?9K'42-5562-394if-'Zi'-Z1-QSM'-35 --IGJA-'.f-if'-32--351'k SQ C9 I ZW NGN BUYING A HATH I had decided to bug a new hat. There waen't e doubt that I needed one but buying hats is ny pet hate. I amblcd beet a little millincry shop, glared et some hats in the window, took a deep breath and sailed-through the door. ' uhy goodness, but that's so funny look- in,M shrieked a little plump woman. Sho was sitting before the mirror in a hat shop. Scattered about on the near-by tables and chairs, even overflowing onto the floor were chapeau. It looked as if she had been try- ing on every hat in the shop, The hats were of all different types. One was e big lacy certwheel. HA young girl could be a vision in that hat all right,n I thought, 'but the vision didn't resemble me.n I noticed e saucy little beret with e big bow on top, which was lying on a table. Now, I thought, if I only had enough self-confidence to wear that. Over there was hanging a little mustard colored het with about the shape of a round powder box with a long tnssel clinging to the very center. As the clerk reached for it she said, HNOW this nat has glemourin Silently I thought, VDO you call that 'thing' a hat?n To my utter relief the little hat did not meet with the clerk's approval, after she had adjusted it on my heed. I muttered something under my bzeath about it lookingo nice on a donkey. Next she handed to me a little blue turban, which looked like an in- verted chili bowl. Gallently riding upon the bowl was a tall feather. After forcing my face to remain straight I politely thank- ed the girl and left the shop. So it went all afternoon. As the hours wore on and I still had no new het I walked sternly into ea department store and quickly bought a bright red, Wooly ski cap. --Roberta Mullin, '37 '6I'i59L- .P6i-1'i-'36456?-25i'I?'K-i?-3?5!'W- EE'-E!--R-42-'lf'il'-3?-Iii? ip.-1-x-1--11-1-11--41-.----u--. 102