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

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I'Dn A. as itwent meandering through its bed of green, from the dirty, and filthy alleys,ehow different the cool air scented by the flow- ers, hrs, and cedars, from the smoky suffocating air of the city. VHah! I am glad I am away from all Civilization, but Oh, if my dear little Marjory were only here? and he pulled from hls pocket a note book and started to write to his old play-mate . annd sweet-heart far away. Before a page was completed his a flrst deSIgn would be crowded out by a newer and deeper thought that. he wanted to write first, and he would fling his started let- ter into the water, which swiftly carried it away to Marjory,- ibut not Marjory of the EaSt. Suddenly he hearda sound, a chuck-Chuck-chuck-chuck-ch, which was half drowned by the roar of the falls. He jumped to his feet. iiBy Jove, canit I go where the , hubbub of the auto will not deafen my ears V This he uttered aloud, as he pushed back his cap from his brow, expecting his voice to be absorbed only by the roar of the cascade. iiO you ignorant boy that was only a wood-peeker in that dead cedar. No automobile has ever ascended the winding path to these falls? a surprisineg sweet voice answered. This nearly resulted in precipitating him into the fleecy whirl of white water. Was it all a dream, or what? Like a blossom among the crimson branches of the huckle- berry bush, was the fresh face of a girl. As she stepped out from the branches he saw, not a blonde, a Marjory of the East, I but a nobly built, richly com-plexioned Miarjory of the West. Upon meeting Jackis direct gaze she flushed deeply, and a pair of curved, black lashes fell over her large dark eyes. As the midday sun flashed on the long curls of rich wavy dark hair that hung about her high, broad forehead, she smiled and her, oval cheeks dimpled; with her ruby lips, slightly parted, she stammered, ilPardon me? ' iiPardon you? What for? You have proved to be of the greatest aid while wandering about, where I happened to be, and Miss Day I hardly know how to thank you for your help,' Jaeic 'said in a burst of speech, It was true that she had saved him from being drowned when his canoe had upset in thellake two weeks beforepand she had taken him to his landing in her own boat and rowed away be- fore he had time to thank her. Since this he had not seen her. iiO please do not mention that little accident. For you have no idea how much you folks have helped us by buying our tim- berf, she said, as she placed one of the red berries between her rOSy lips. I . . ' . iiIam glad father bought, too. For thls 1s surely the fmest place in the worldfi She sana lingermg doubt 1n hls eyes and began to think that it must be lonesome for one who has been used to the city to roam the forest by himself. Although she knew well for she had caught the SllpS of paper that he had

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fatherls, listened intently to the reading of the letter. The wild free swing of the strong masculine scrawl, and the style of its wording was in some way different from the thousands of busi- ness letters of the East. . 'The influence of this letter and a longing to be from the noise and bustle of the city, caused them, to come West. X- 96 96 96 56 -X- 96 One morning as the sun arose from behind the Cascades, it lighted one of the most magnificent of naturels paintings. The only moving speck on the pireture-like Willamette valley was the Shasta Limited, which left in its wake a long rolling cloud of white smoke; When the train stopped in the quiet littletown of Junction City, the three happy easterners, the ,first of, whom was Jack, stepped from their car and were. born anew in the fresh spring air about them. - 1 .. U x There was a great contrast between the large city of Chicago and this little Western town, intwhich they intended to make their home. Mr. Preston soon bargained for themostsumptu- one home that could be obtained in the town, for his next win- ter,s abode. After the family was settled they went to Triangle Lake on a campingtripuiJ'While there, he boughta piece of Mr. Day,s little homestead, for a summer home. 1,There,.i,arnid the solitude of theivmountains, they arranged a pleasant summer camp. From here their gaze sweeping across the resting waters of Triangle Lake, and rising along the tops of manynthousand firs, would then rest on a sea of snowecapped peaks, burnished by the sunls rays, in rich purple, silver and gold. During that beautiful summer, Jack would roam the deepest of those mountain w11ds, from early morn till shadowy night. Night lured bygamultitudes of little field creatures, coming from their holes in meadow, forest and thicket, scraping away on monotonous shrilling melodies, accompanied by trebles of frogs along the brooks, was the only check to his pathless rambles. . However on one particular day not longllafter his arrival, he went far into the forest along a small mountain stream, busying himself with the little trout, which played in the ripples, and lurked behind Irocks,ilogs, and roots. There were steep walls of tree tons on either side, so that the bottom of the crystal stream reflected the sun light only at the noon hour. After con- fronting the rapids till near the middle of the day, he heard the sound of roaring waters, and hurried on till he faced one of the most beautiful types of nattirels grandeur. The little stream leaped over a great cliff and was dashed into spray, among mosses, ferns and shrubbery, on the rock at the base. Jack stood for a while eating the'fruit from an over-, laden huckle-berry bush, but the roaring, dashing and whirling of the water as it fell over the precipice and went racing through the Whirlpools and rapids, Was all so new,-so strange to him--,- that he sat down on a rnoss-eovered rock and looked, and looked, and thought. Hethouglhti how different was the little brook, , :llth Wm Ellie , a '- fmtO mi xx Shir? m iV ill. ihzlll Mm Sudkll' lie juml'l ibbub vi W illmld' 35 ilt' l lime to M iii. ll Full K: 1 M cctlflr- iotlxisc ialls. . iasultedin l'r MS i1 uli i Like a V hem lmsli . lroni the Mr Jim a WM: vl'pon mm s ol cun'Eil. midday su that hung oval checl . slammerc iili'anll . greatest : i lliss lla l saidin a i it w: . i i118 cam taken l e V lOIQ h l n0 ide lien TOSV ' UK lltga k me l, he

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thrown away, she asked, with a merry twinkle in her eye, llWhat were you doing just as I came? - dIeI-J was trying to write to an olde-friende-ofemine in the East? Jack answered with some difficulty. llI hope you do not find it lonesome out here ?,l was her sec- ond question. After Jack had answered in the negative, he took his rod and began to fish and she did likewise. They did not leave the falls till the sun had sunk into the Pacific, and the hawk that had been soaring in the blue heaven above the canon flew away to her nest on the mountain. On reaching the lake, they climbed into the boat in which he had come to the mouth of the creek. As Jack drew with his strongr , arms the boat cut the still waters, which were now darkened by the long shadows of tall trees. llthy, how fast you have learned to row. Do you learn that fast in everything? her sweet girlish voice asked. llNot quite? Jack said. And his oars drifted beside the boat as he leaned forward, and his eyes met those of 1118 comrade, llbut I intend to finish my high school work next winter inJ. C. H. S? Marjorieis cheeks grew suddenly pink and she answered- llO, Jack! I am going there too? eRoy Tracer, ,13. THE, CYCLE OF LIFE. In the high mountains on the western coast of the island, was a deep valley with steep, abrupt sides. The tropical vegetation grew dense and rank; tall palms and tree ferns flourished, and trailed along in the middle of the valley. In the cliffs on the east end of the Valley, was a little cave, and around the cave were spread, bleached bones. One Clear, moonlight night, a large animal came out of the cave, and moving almost noiselessly into the shadow of the trees, disappeared. . An hour or two passed, and a smaller animal came into the moonlight. The new arrival was only about a foot in height and seemed tired. He lay down in the shadow of the trees and slept while the moon rose farther overhead. When the moon was going down in the west, a shadow moved silently toward the cave. Near the foot of the tree it paused, and the litle creature awoke to his danger. A minute of frantic dodging;-a sudden, heavy blow, and then, the dull crunching of bones. Not only the beasts of the land, but also the birds of the air preyed on the weak and fallen, for in the morning the great vultures came and after them, the flies. Then came the fly- catchers, wheeling and darting, now and then closing their jaws With a snap on some unfortunate. L011 iiiii t ' 5