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

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...................................................-.........-...............-..... -A-If--T9 --Saw --7-4-F'c65'1--IS-52-il-454-If-X-5562 --.N-Xi!--259949 NFrosh Psint.' You not only see it on park benches but smeared all over faces that you pass every day. Now, take one good look ut yourself in u mir- ror and see if s fresh paint sign should be hung on 17011 Q --Phyllis miller, 'ss ' SILEUCE ATD TLCAHCY I ave you ever been in a large school build- ! ing long after the pupils hare all loft? ' VJ At first the rooms ,feel warm and friendly, o y and the rows of doses look ective and flus- tered with the occasional ink bottle, several scattered pencils, and s book or two lying where they were hurried- ly tossed in their owners haste uc leave. But the air cools rapidly, and then the desxs lose their excited look and settle down in even rows to wait. The sense of vschncy grows. -The ceilings seem higher and the blank walls farther away, while the hulls are smptiest of ell. For c little while the ' rooms echo hollowly with distant voices and laughter, the jsnitor's broom handle cluttsrs loudly enough to Wake the dead, and when somewhere a door slams, your body vibrates like a pounded drum. Finally even these sounds stop and complete silence fills the cold, shadowy rooms. But, no, not cnmplete silence, for now there comes stealing the Ntick, took, tick, tockln of the big hall clock. As your ears, strain d by the silence, quickly catch the rhythm end follow each swing of the pendulum, the sound grows louder and louder until it seems as if the clock were striding up end down, saying, Wtick, took! tick, took! ha, hui ha, ha! at his patiently awaited triumph over silence and sound. .--Frsnces Reames, '37 1 t it ceo. ,L .U 4. 1. V. -, - Q E' -1 - - - v v 1 -1 ef. : :L .1 :a :L +L . - :L 'L :L an -L -L :L . .-Q L W is 15 ' - 1' if we . wr .s A A ,. .. .X m Gs .t t A .. .. A .. ,............................................................-............................. 96

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