Jersey Shore High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Jersey Shore, PA)

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I8 THE ORANGE AND BLACK Stanley, focusing his eagle eye to the vicinity where Dayton had pointed, discerned a bottle skirting down along the shore. This bottle. which seemed to contain something white, bore an amazing resemblance to the one that Douglas and Jimmy had very cautiously conveyed up the railroad track a short time before. Before many minutes had passed, Stanley burned up the road to- ward the bottle, and in a split second had it in his possession, extracting a piece of stiff, white paper from it on which was inscribed in very illegi- ble writing, detailed directions for finding a vast store of wealth. Having procured the necessary implements for treasure hunting from the two superannuated spinsters living in the red brick house near the White Bridge, and having given two worthless Wristwatches and some feminine trinkets as collateral, the boys, following the instructions of said chart, proceeded up the road laden with their cleverly acquired tools. They closely resembled W. P. A. workers with the exception that the former showed some signs of movement. An approaching motorist, J. Simon, taking the tools for junk and in the hopes of striking up a bargain, unhesitatingly stopped to give these boys a lift. However, when he learned of the circumstances, hc left them off at the X-marked spot which happened to be the haunted house across the railroad tracks at Torbet, The prospectors entered the before mentioned house, which, ac- cording to the map contained untold wealth and fabulous riches. After tearing up the floor boards and digging for a lengthy time. two dejected looking treasure hunters made their exit from this dilapi- dated treasure house and wearily trudged over toward the road. But they suddenly came to a halt, for they heard a loud burst of laughter from two of their friends, Jimmy and Douglas, who up to this time, had been hidden near the house. Yet as tired as they were, these un- successful treasure seekers, realizing the significance of the situation, dropped most of their tools, each saving only one for use as a club, and gave a very commendable chase to the two tricksters. Donald Brown, '38.

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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 17 THE TREASURE HUNTERS NE day late in April the water was quite high, for we were having one 'of those usual spring floods that result from the snow's melting and running down from the mountain tops. During the time the flood was at its height this year, those two inseparable pool-sharks, Stan Daley and Dayton Brion were standing on the end of the white bridge looking down at the yellowish, muddy water and discussing some of their recent dates, After Daley had spied a bottle floating down the creek toward them, that suggested to him the idea of treasure maps sometimes being in bottles of this sort. You know, Dayton, that bottle reminds me of the map that was found by Legrand in the Gold Bug. I'll bet that chart he found had been in a bottle once too, but maybe the bottle got broke. Search me: it might a been, agreed Dayton with his usual lack of enthusiasm. However, this didn't stop Stan. He went on. Wouldn't it be great if we'd find a treasure map coming down here: I'd jump right in after it if I thought there was only a quarter's worth of 'dope' on it. The conversation went on in this manner. Stan became more and more worked up about his new idea, but this seemingly fantastic line of thought d1dn't go over so hot with Brion. During the time of the conversation Jimmy Whiteman and Doug- las Devine, came along-a couple of first class bench-warmers for the Championship Team this year. At Hrst these bench-breaking cowboys, who sat on the bench the most of the season without having it throw them once, thought of a very clever idea: They would sneak up be- hind these pool-sharks and give them a severe fright. As these practical jokers catfooted closer, the tide of the discussion, or should we say Stanley's optimistic idea of getting rich quick with no work on his part, suggested a better plan to them, and as a result of this they slyly re- treated back from the bridge and around Marden's newly built filling station. In his rush Jimmy stumbled over Bill Marden, who, at the time, was down on all fours, armed with a paring knife, and wrestling with an unusually large stock of dandelion which almost hid him from view. Jimmy picked himself up and walked on mumbling something about bullfrogs being out early that spring. To this, Douglas. who was far ahead, cast thinly veiled aspersions on Whiteman's agility. Five minutes later found these two tricksters disappearing around the bend up the railroad track in an unusually speedy manner. Douglas was staggering under the weight of a larger Rot-gut Whiskey bottle in which was inclosed a mysterious piece of parchment. While all this passed. Stan was still lecturing about his treasure idea to his none-too-attentive one man for mousel audience. Brion, who had roused himself to shift his carcass to a position that would allow him to doze with more comfort, very unexcitedly pointed up the creek and uttered one phrase: Looka there.

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