Junction City High School - Junco Ed Yearbook (Junction City, OR)

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A STORY OF THE WEST. Resting on her oars and gazing far away across the lake, Mariory Day sat in her boat thinking, thinking, thinking. Ever since she could remember she and her father had lived in the little box house on the lake shore. She had never known her mother, for when Marjory was only two years old Mrs. Day had died, and was buried in the cemetery by the little white Church which was several miles down the river from the lake. It was not of her mother that Marjory was thinking as she sat in her boat on the lake. That spring she had completed the course of the common schools; and now she longed to go to high school. She was trying to plan some way. by which to gratify her wish. But as no plan presented itself to her mind she rowed homeward. Fastening the boat securely to the land- ing she walked slowly up the path and entered the house. i The home of Mr. Day was like many found in that part of the country a few years before, but at this time there were few remaining. The main part of the building consisted of a sit- ting room and bed room, above which was an attic used fer sleeping apartments. On one side of the sitting room was bniit a low, wide porch extending the whole length of the builchng and almost completely screened in by a heavy growth of ivy. On the opposite side was a shed kitchen which also served for a dining room. In the north end of the sitting room was a large fire place. In the corner to the right were several rudely con- structed shelves filled with books. The two windows of the room were on the side by the porch, and were curtained by some kind of white material. One curtain was. looped back to let in light to a lovely fern which was setting on a quaint flower Stand before the window. The low ceiling was supported by bare brown beams. The room was furnished very simply with a settee by the fireplace, a writing desk, two or three-easy chairs and a reading table. On the mantle shelf were a palr of pretty

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THE GIRLS, LITERARY SOCIETY. Officers; Secretary and TreasureretKatie Strome. I President-Lois Parks ' Vice-President-Audrey Howard Sergeant-at-arms-Bertha Harpole and Florence Cooley Members. . Helen Volck Blanche Chapman Anna MlcFarland Evalena Calvert Ruth Tower 4; ' Grace Gilmore Bertina Orton , Goldie Tracer Sophia Peterson t Gertrude Millett Grace Jackson ,' Winnona StrOme Edith Wrenn .t Blanche Clark Reta Donovan t V Maren Gribskov Mabel Gadke ' Inez Cooley Lena Foster Lulu Carr Mabel Clark 'The Girlst Literary Society was organized in the fall of 1910. for the purpose of improving its members- intellectually. A great deal of interest is being shown in the work and the society prom- ises to become one of the principal features of our High School. . C' m' ' N M W . 0 1. 3!? ?'i f' 1 :3. .ul WV V W. m

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vases and a photograph of a girl like Marjory, with wavy hair and dark thoughtful eyes. Hanging on the wall were three or four landscapes and a group of photographs. Such was the home to which Marjory returned after her boat ride. Kindling a fire in the fire-place,-efor although it Was June, the evenings by the lake were chilly,-she sat down on the floor by the window and commenced to read. Eighteen or twenty years before this time, Leonard Day and his bride had come West to seek their fortune. He had taken up as much of the government land as the law allows to any one man and had built his home onethe shore of Iriangle Lake. Prosperity had not come to him as: he had hoped it might. Until the last few months he had not felt the need of having more money. But now he had come to realize that Marjory was growing up into young womanhood and needed an education that would make her independent of others When. he was gone. ,Twas true she could row a boat and ride her pony as well or better than any of her girl companions, but he knew that although these accomplishments are very well in their place, they are of very small practical value. So at present his great problem was the same as that of Marjory,-the way of raising the means to send her to school. Although he had said nothing to his daughter, he had thought some of selling a part, if not all of his ranch. There was a large amount of fine timber on it and he knew that he would not have to Wait longifor a pur- chaser. If any other plan presented itself, however, for the solu- tion of his problem, he would rather take it than sell the home where he had lived so long. That afternoon while Marjory was away on the lake 3 man had come to her father and asked permission to camp on Mr. Dayls land down by the lake. Mr. Day told him that he might camp there as long as he wished to, providing he was careful about his Campfire. Several days passed before Marjory saw the campers except as they rowed across the lake. One afternooa she loosed her boat fr'Om the landing and rowed down the lake to where it flows into Lake Creek. Stooping and looking around at the beautiful scene,--the lal e with its bright water sparlling in the sunshine, hemmed in by the dark green mountains: and high above it all the blue sky,--she was greatly surprised to see Jack Preston, one of the campers. awkwardly trying to paddle along in a Canoe. She wondered h0w he managed to get that far from camp paddling in that way, while her second thouqlt was. wwhat if he should unsetl'l Just at that instant Jack noticed that his - attempts were being observed, and, unconscious that he was dO-r, ing so, he leaned a little to one side, and before he was aware of his danger the boat capsized and poor Jack was out in the cold water of the lake. Marjory stared at the upturned canoe for a moment and then rowed swiftly toawrd it. lack could swim a little and he managed to keep his head above the water lift phtf l f t m! millf mutt iii 3 31:0th 3 ' wgalfc'i 3 quell nut 3 ' tiritx' slit ' mill nah 8:th up it , tlwam tr lull was :4! ' iswere h glomesxca