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

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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

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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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A hawk swooped down upon a fly-catcher and soon, in turn, was caught by a huge eagle. In thls way, year in, year out, life has been going' the strong- T er preylng on the weaker and fallen in one continuous cycle. eBoyce Young, '14. LOIST DETERMINATION. TTThis has simply got to take the prize? Lois said to herself, as she sat hemstitching an apron b There was to be a fair in Little Rock. A prize had been offered for'the best hemstitched apron and Lois Mattison was trying for it. The money was to help pay her expenses in high SchooL , At last the day of exhibit arrived and among the little white aprons might be seen the one Lois had worked. Her heart sank as the prize was awarded to one of her schoolmates. Leaving the fairgrounds she took the street which went by the school house. Two months before this, she was a very happy girl as she passed over the same road, for then she had just com- pleted the eighth grade and had prospects of entering high school. But now owing to her mothefs failing health and her fath-efs limited incomeall hope must be given up unless she could earn her own way. When she reached home, great was her surprise to find her parents preparing for a trip to Colorado. The doctor had been there that afternoon and said that Mrs. Matteson must have a Change of climate. Arrangements had been made for Lois to work for her board at Mrs. Larkins . KTI might as well make the best of it? thought Lois,.when she received the news. So without a grumble she took up her abode at Mrs. Larkin's. Miss Olson, a stenographer, who copied lectures on the typewriter after her office hours, was boarding there. She and Lois became intimate friends. Lo1s never grew tired of watching the stenographens busy fangers as they flew over the keys. Miss Olson, seelng what an. 1ntelh- gent girl she was, taught her how to write on the naachme. TTOh Lois, what on earth shall I do Pd cried Miss Olson as She came rushing into the room one evening. TtProfessor Law- rence wants this lecture finished by Wednesday. I am afra1d I candt do it' unless I catch a few minutes in the morning. To- morrow evening I have other work? . . The weary fingers were still at work when L015 sald good- night. But Miss Olson overslept in the mornmg and had to hurry off to the office without a moment at the typewrlter. . As soon as she had left the house, Lois went to the maehlne. Her heart leaped wildly at the step she was taking; even 1f she did fail the 'only thing would be the waste of paper,abut she was not going to fail. She had already told her plans to Mrs. Larkin; who relieved her of her duties for the forenoon. By