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

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. o .J a r . , i A ,fa'. 3 Ai'e :- A1, 4L. 0' I h t where $511115 Emilie By Roy Tracer. 13 Remote, forlorn, dre'am-haunted and alone, A life walked-but as a life unknown. Where? On the mighty highway to the grave, Speeding forward with time in its flight, Stopped at a crossroad, groping for light. Thus a six-foot, broad-shouldered figure stood over one of the many mighty creations of Godewith what as a foundation, ahi-e art of man. The hrst warm rays of sunshine on a Sunday of early spring shone with sadness upon a well constructed man. Features bold, but regular; piercing steel-gray eyes, overshadowed with heavy dark brows and long black lashes. Thick black hair waved over a high forehead. A fine-formed month, bordered on either side by dimples, added a smiling but bold appearance to the countenance. His garments were of the best tailor make, in perfect harmony with the handsome lines of his figure. This was Dan Martin, a farmeris son, who four years before had been the joke of his school: the scoff of his class. But what could have Changed this rustic, awkward country lad, who might have been seen upon the street corner with a cigarette in one side of his mouth? Could this be the boisterous boy who was the torment of his mother, and the good for nothing of his father? Could this be the young man wha might now be seen during his vacations work- ing energetically upon his fatheris farmt Yes, all this and more, a young man of whom his parents might be proudepromising to be a man of value to the nation. But what could have brought about such a change? What could have made an efficient man out of a worthless boy? Four years of high school. But why was he in such a reverie? Was it failure; was it suc- cess; or was it love? The world said it was failure. Records said it was success. His guardian angel said it was love. 49 ; -..h km -a.,...'A- , '1

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Nearly four years he had battled successfully with every ob- stacle that had come within his reach. From nothing he had become the star of his class, the pride of his school, and a miodel man. Suc- cess was his-and proud world you can not rob him. He was tussling, tumbling, shifting the castles of ambition within his mind. He would soon be a graduate and must choose his life work, and toward that end dir-ect his college course. He thought of the chances of a man, as a young man sees them; how difficult it is to accumulate wealth. But wealth was but a small part of his desires. He wished honor, love, happiness. Honor as a writer, a commander, or an explorer. But who could word paint a picture, a character different from the thousands painted by our famous authors? Who among this generation wish to live a life like that of the greatest military leader the world has ever known, Napoleon Bonaparte, whose fame. gushed forth as a river of blood at Austerlitz and sank into a salt marsh of remem- brance at Waterloo? Who could explore the sphere of some far off planet, there being no clime of this old world from pole to pole and from mountain top to the heart of the African jungles untrodden by the foot of civilized man? Could he afford to throw his life away upon the farm? Was it worthy of him? It was his birth- place, the home of his happiness and the voice of his calling. Yet he knew that its days of peace and healthful toil offered no adequate opportunity for the spirit he felt striving within him. Why did his present mood prevent him from coolly making a choice of his lifeis calling? V It was love. He loved with great intensity the girl who had been the dream of his daily school life. For her he would gladly lay down his calling, his life, his all. For her he would strive through the darksome pits of failure to the topmost round of the ladder of- SUCCCSS. But now his high school days would soon be over, which meant that he would lose all possibility of being in the society of Ruth Fuget. I shine of her joyous presence, it seemed death itself could not bring a greater blight to his spirit than the impending separation. A dull, dead cloud seem N 'ed to settle upon him-a grim despair. Oh, there is not a ghos t of a chance for me? he was saying to 50 To him, after having spent four years in the genial sun- ' we gladly k'.Pi out no HUN '0! i. Ellie W35 'Ith hid passed. a ,5gun's had mnislli Eli the use of all this :azleworld? Who can Eran hdngs who ham 9 llln' not plunge into I worthless life? llu Why. what is said ah afsmewnnhless. ten :m N. Rmh Fugct, I MI .1 lilo ahead. And M the minute mrpusclt :selc-mxghtv mountains c strand bitttcrfh' scrks i! :Mf r e - ' .we. nmx dotting film. mt speedilv nn :taducl's came da d l Shiny;