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

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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

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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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half-past eleven, the manuscript was finished. Lois ran to help her mistress with dinner then hurried back to the library to i1 . ,3 await Miss Olsorfs return. When the young lady entered, she did not notice Lois. She. 4,4 , a went directly to the machine and began turning through ihe 4 :371 sheets of the manuscript, 11Why-ewhy4L-but just then she ;, i, caught a glimpse of Lois, who was watching her. 319131,... 11My dear girlie? cried Miss Olson throwing her a1 ms $5111 1 around the slender figure, 111 didrft know you could copy so VR e11. 14,.771 4 I shouldnit know the difference between your work and my a own? 1: 3-. After this Lois made great plans and one day she eonf.ded them to Miss Olson. ttD-o you ever have more copying than you 1 can do ?11 Lois asked. , i1 1tYes, indeed. Only this morning I had to refuse--there, why didrft I think of you? You could do it? 110, wouldn1t that be jollyV, cried Lois as she gave Miss w. 3 Olson a loving hug. ' ' . f w A few days later Lois had all the copying she could possibly 7'1 I. do. When her'parents returned from Colorado ,just before the . last semester of high school began, they were very much sur- 7'11; prised as well as delighted to find their daughter ready to enter 576'- ' 11 school. . --Lena Foster, 113. :M'i'f A. SPRING MORNING. re 111' ? C; 'i '4 How pleasant it is to sit upon the rocky ledge of a rn.our1tain,'1r overlooking a broad expanse of green valley and cultivated 12:11: farms and orchards and beautiful grove-dotted meadows, just as :WW the sun is peeping over the mountains in the east. t'rsr: The cheery farmer1s call to his horses as he turns thebrown mi '..' ;' soil, comes clear upon the crisp morning air. The gentle breeze, ' 17.1.1; :- in pleasure, seems to waft the merry voice to the cliffs which 14.733 .. echo it along in their delight. A boy shouts in glee. f1 om tne Tab, house, seemingly so near, but which is far down the glen. The t ; -, Whole world seems joyful as that glorious spring morning dawns. t 1;;1' upon it. i :iiic How lovely it is to see the swift change taking place upon the fields, as the sun rises higher. The rushing, hurrying river f4 is glad: for as it leaps at the old mill wheel with renewed energy, 1' I as the child, taken with a sudden fit of pleasure, springs to his 1.415717; feet and runs shouting among his playmates. 4 471355, Down the road from the hill comes another farmer, who calls ??Wikr to the man in the field in such a voice as belongs to n-me other Tiem- than the true-hearted farmer, or one who has never practiced 'VFEVtg-j. deceit. He is answered in a voice equally as. hearty and the 1171231. tones of both are echoed far along the cliff and together die N55; into silence. . 31:51.3 , Soon the meadow lark warbles a love song to his mate; then 11,;ng the robin chirps to God his gratitude; Soon the numerous 4116? 1 I