Havermale Junior High School - Papoose Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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JUNE ARMSTRONG There was a fair damsel called June, Who tried to whistle a tune. Along .came Miss Miller, And tried to still herg But she didn't succeed so soon. LAKE SHETECK MASSACRE --1Continued from page fifty-ninej MILLY CORBIN There was a fair damsel called Milly, Who was so terribly sillyg ' She climbed up a tree And fell on her knee, And then she asked for a lily. DAY DREAMING fContinued from page fifty-nine! Silently that night the brushes parted, and a boy stepped out with a little babe in his arms. The boy went down to the creek and filled his hat with water and then went back to the scene of the battle, giving what comfort he could to the dying. He then went on his way. Vtlhen he had gone about half that night, he came upon a body of murdered soldiers among whom was a brother who was shot through the mouth. The boy gave him a drink and then disappeared among the trees. At midnight the cool clear night air revived Mrs. Harley. She struggled to a standing position and started toward a half-way house near Mankato, sixty miles away. Traveling by night and hiding by day, she reached the half-way house. Kind hands offered her food and drink, but she would not touch it. Suddenly she burst into tears, for com- ing towards her was' Barton with the baby, Johnny, in his arms. lklkfkvklllfk Eight years later, eight United States cavalry men hung Chief-Rain-In-The- Face and seven of his men. The only spectator was an old man who was the survivor of the massacre besides Barton, Johnny, and Mrs. Harley. He had eight bullets in himg and when he had them taken out, he took no ether, because he said that he had stood up like a man to have them put in, and he was going to stand up like a man to have them taken out. ' -XVayne Hopkins. C601 refused because they knew I would have indigestion or something of the sort, but now, since I'd have the 8150, surely they would let me once. W'ouldn't my sister look up to me, though? She is older than I, and usually I have to take scoldings from her, but she'd have to be careful now! I went on dreaming of what I would do with the 8150. Several times I was conscious of some one being near, but I was too deep in thought to take much notice. I was suddenly- interrupted, however, in my peaceful thinking by the clock striking four. What did it mean? Surely I hadn't been sitting in one position for three hours! I moved my legs and found them extremely cramped. Then I knew it was true. No one can imagine my chagrin and shamed feeling. It was too late to send anything, and all my hopes were dashed to pieces. I believe I even blushed at thinking what a fool I was to let my imagination run away with me. Afterward my mother remarked on coming. in and seeing me lying there, but she said I looked so peaceful she didn't wish to disturb me. That ex- plained the feeling of a presence being near when I was dreaming. I never mentioned the incident to anyone, but I think my mother guessed a little about it, though she never said anything. -Pauline Mauser. Jessie Broom: Canyon eat two lamb chops alone? Virginia Boyd: No, but I can with potatoes.

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Literary Section LAKE SHETECK MASSACRE First Prize, Annual Literary Contest .lu- Twelve small cabins lay nestled in a little valley on the shores of Lake Sheteck. Running Water tramped up to one of the cabins and demanded food. It was given to him the same as it had been done in the past. The settlers always gave the Indians food when they demanded it, because 'they wanted to avoid trouble, and the nearest garrison was sixty miles away. Mrs. Harley fed Running Water ever since she, her husband, and children had come to Lake Shetech in the spring of 18-. There had been no Indian uprising in that part of the country for over twelve years. Suddenly one day, a small boy mounted on a horse dashed through the village yelling that Chief-Rain-In-Face with three hundred braves was coming to attack the village. The people started gathering all their belongings that could be readily moved, and packed them in the wagons and rode away. Near a little slough, five miles away, they sighted the Indians behind them. The command was given, and they formed in a circle. Mrs. Harley told Barton, her twelve year old son, to take care of the baby, Johnny. The Indians were upon them almost immediately, and the next half-hour was filled with horror and the screams of the dying. Before her own eyes, Mrs. Harley saw her husband shot and scalped. The very Indian whom she had fed for three winters came and dragged her into the line of prisoners. Mrs. Harley looked around in terror for Barton and the baby, Johnny, but they were no place to be seen. She was forced to march away with the Indians, but as she could not keep up, she was hit over the head and left for dead in the road. fCont.inued on page sixty! Y, ,- DAY DREAMING Second Place, Annual Literary Contest One afternoon, as I was glancing over the newspaper, these words caught my eye, Win S5160 Easily. Of course I immediately began to read further. The article gave information about a contest for writing a jingle. VVhy couldn't I win the 3150? It wouldn't be very hard but the jingle had to be in by three o'clock that afternoon. I hesi- tated a moment and then consulted my watch. It was one o'clockg so I had plenty of time to think and take it to the contest headquarters. , My mind, instead of immediately con- centrating upon a jingle, wandered off g and I began to think of what I would do if I really had the 8150. I laid the newspaper upon the table and settled down in a soft chair. Fortunately, my mother was working outsideg and since we were the only two at home, I knew my dreaming would not be disturbed. First I thought of the manner in which I would receive the 3150. Should I act embarrassed, or should I take an in- different aspect as though it was noth- ing so wonderful? I left the question unsettled and dismissed it from my mind. Then I thought about how I would be admired and how my picture and a long article just about me would appear in the paper. Wouldn't it bc nice? I'd walk proudly up to the bank and deposit about S50 or more to my account. Of course my mother and I would go shopping, and I would pur- chase one of those long silk dresses and some sport outfits. I couldn't possibly leave out shoes, stockings, and various other articles. Then I would buy gifts for mother, father, and sister. I've always wanted to have as much money as I pleased to spend just on things to eat. Previously, my parents QCont-inued on page sixtyl I K' 1 4591

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ONE NIGHT IN SEPTEMBER Honorable Mention The blow had fallen! Herbert, sit- ting on an apple box in the shed, was sure he had nothing, indeed, to live for. Had not his mother only ten minutes before told him that he could not go to the fair? As he sat there, surrounded by old magazines and musing on his sud fate, an idea struck him. Pvc got it, he told no one in particular. When we go to visit Dunn's tonight, I'll go from there. Maybe Frank Dunn can go with me. Hot Pups P' Evening came and the Graham fam- ily, arrayed in their best, departed for the Dunn's. As Mr. Graham was old fashioned and did not care for automo- biles, they reached their destination only an hour and ten minutes late. As soon as he could, Herbert pulled Frank aside and gave him full details of the proposition. But, gee, protested Frank, How'll we get past the gateman? No need for that, Herbert assured him, We'll climb the fence. It sounded so easy the way he out- lined the plan that Frank was won at once. Mrs. Graham and Mrs. told that their sons were walk and would be back finished, Herb and Frank the fairgrounds. Everything went well at chose a dark, secluded spot Dunn were going for a soon. That set off for first. They in which to climb over the fence. However, com- plications arose. First, there were a couple of rows of barbed wire at the top of the fence. Second, a man on a white horse went past often and gazed at them suspiciously. It' seemed that just as they started climbing, he ap- peared. The boys spent about ten min- utes assuring themselves that the coast was clear. Finally they were ready for the big dash. One, two, three, go! whispered Frank. Silently they scaled the fence accompanied by the sound of ripping cloth. . Suddenly this silence was broken. Hey you! Beat it! With much haste, two thoroughly frightened boys slipped and slid to- wards the ground. But, alas! When they had finished running, they were only three blocks from home. In the excitement they had slid the wrong way! With quaking hearts and sadly muti- lated trousers, Herbert Graham and Frank Dunn traversed the rest of the way in silence. -Clariee Watson. MY PENCIL I was thinking of my pencilg It's a darling little thingg It writes my thoughts and spells words, As does most everything. in y Some days it's dull and lazy, But a little love so dear Will make it sharp and active And banish its lack of cheer. I send it off on trips afar With messages to friendsg It always faithfully relates The news I wish to send. It has a way of growing smaller The greater task it doesg ' The flame of life it holds is short, But a lovely light it shows. I shall not grieve its going, But replace it with one true and tried- The epitaph upon its grave Are thoughts that have not died. -Pa.uline Mickelson . 'WE NEVER SLEEP Great Detective: Ah, I see you have a new cook, my dear. His wife: How did you know it? Great Detective: I noticed the imprint of a strange thumb on my plate. 1613