Judyville High School - Jargon Yearbook (Judyville, IN)

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19 jargon 27 It was the day of the trial. The little court house was full of eager people. On the witness stand was Michie, alone, silent, in deep thought. Sadder than he had been since the death of his mother, his mother. Yes he remembered her Words. How hard it would be to forsake them. But how much more would it be to lose everything he had on earth. He knew he could save Alice by saying her Uncle had died of heart trouble and in falling had hurt his head. But for the dishonor, the sin of lying, he could not bear it. The Judge pounded his desk for silence and ordered the lone Witness to stand. Were you or were you not, present at Mr. Terry's death ? I Was, forcedly. Did the accused strike him ? Like a bullet it went to the heart of Michie. His mouth was dry and he could not speak. I'll just give you one minute to answer, the Judge pounded. Again those elements of death and life went through his brain. Should he with one word tear down his honor and truth which lay in the heart of everyone present, on which he had been working ever since he had come to Thieste, the love of his mother, or would he lie and save his love, all he had on earth to live for. If he said yes not only she would die, but he too would die, with heart-break. Only five more seconds and he would be doomed on either answer. So once more he weighed the two sides, and again did they balance. So taking a coin from his pocket he held it up, as if to drop it. If heads came up it would mean his Alice would die, if tails, then he would lie. So gently he pressed it to his lips, kissed it and let it fall. He dared not open his eyes. But when finally he mustered courage to do so, he saw that heads were up. In a haze he heard the judge pound the table and as he looked up into the smiling face of Alice, and said yes, he sank to the floor with visions of Alice's tear strained face, he knew that for once truth had played him false. fig 7 l .ll gg, Y- NX f .:' I XX, g A f ess, Even though the steak be tough you can always stick your fork in the gravy Page forty-one

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19 Zlargnn 27 when Truth iBIapeiJ Jfalse The sun shone through purple hues upon a wide and vast forest, up- on the fragrant blossoming flowers and the living mass of green. No earthly place could be more compared to the Garden of Eden. In great contrast to the happiness thus portrayed walked a young man with slow and unsure steps. Judging from his looks he was in a deep and pensive mood. In just such condition was Michael Levinski. Away from his home he was going, for his mother had died and left him, an orphan, with no one to love and comfort him. Nothing but the words of his dying mother, Michie, be true to my teachings and ever be honest and truth- ful, Whatever may be the cost. Thus he Walked through the beautiful woodland headed toward a small village, Thieste. Here he hoped to get work and be close to Alice Terry, the only person left on earth for whom he cared. Walking down the street until he came to a restaurant and hav- ing allayed his hunger, he went to the mill to get a job. After having been asked many questions he secured a job and immediately went to work. That evening he called on Alice who was ever glad to see him. He told her of his tragedy and she understood. So the weeks flew past, each one bringing Alice and Michie to a greater love. Often they would walk up in- to the mountains where Michie wished to build his Dream Home and roam for hours planning for their future. A year passed by and still Alice and Michie weren't married. But in that time he'd won the title of honesty and truth. In cases the jury al- ways believed his account and based their verdict on it. Everybody in town liked him, everyone but a man who meant very much to Michie's future-Alice's uncle. He would not consent to their marriage. Her parents died when she was an infant and left her in care of her Uncle Jake, in whom Alice had taken great interest. But now he was drinking, would curse her, slur Michael, making things very unpleasant for the would-be bride. One night Michie decided to have an earnest talk with Mr. Terry and see if he would consent to their marriage. As he slowly walked up the little cinder path leading to the back door he knew something very unusual was happening for their were unusual sounds and loud voices. As he stepped upon the porch and looked in he heard Mr. Terry curse Alice and no sooner had he done that than she hit him in the head with a broom. A gasp, a muttered sound and he fell to the floor. Michie entered and upon examining him found that he was dead. He could hardly real- ize it for he knew the penalty of murder in Thieste was usually death. Oh, Alice! Our career for which we have planned is spoiled before begunf' Michie, dear, you do not realize how much I have taken from Uncle Jake. He whips me, beats me, curses me. Oh, forgive me, Michieg my ang- er over ran all love. She swears that she has nerer been kissed-no 'wonder she szvea-rs. I-'aye forty

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