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

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1.. V 3?, EJ': I 3 'I dp'ifstpwf W: t 'Er Vf'r u Vb l w 4' rk' :515'4 ' - 2: u w in. l?! 1 I 'kf e. ,a4, 1:;3 2' ' 56ft? 7 ' 9 'le'Vf a i, 0 .n .l. :- himself when he heard the sound of footsteps, and, glancing up, his eyes almost flashed from his head There was Jack Preston, who had beenehis rival in debate and in athletics, and now in love, walking with Ruth Fuget. Jack had the air of a City gentleman and Dan knew him well worthy ofe could he say Ruth Fuget? She, the daughter of a rich banker, the beauty of her set and the idol of man. Dan thought, as his face grew harder, III am just as good as he? but conscience said, Prove '13,, Dan would have gladly kept out of their way, had he a min- utes notice, but there was no time for escape, so he turned his face toward hisbook till they had passed, followed by a longing glance. And when their figures had vanished in the distance, he thought to himself. wWhat is the use of all this foolishness? Why did God ever place me in the world? Who can live a life different from all the hordes of human beings who have populated the earth in the past centuries? Why not plunge into the whirlpool at my feet and put an end to my worthless life? But no, I will try, if the end brings me out worthy, what is said about me will not amount to much. If it proves me worthless, ten angels swearing I was worthy will not make me so. Ruth Fuget, I will win you? Nature said. llGo aheadfl And who can dispute the mighty law of Godafrom the minute corpuscles of the electrical current above his head to the mighty mountains on either side, every human being, bird, flower and butterfly seeks its mate. Above his head a long obtuse angle of geese, now dotting the blue sky, now losing itself in the foggy mist, went speedily on their way to their nesting Clime. Two wood ducks came dashing down the, desert of water from their home upon the wave. Even the massive structure that arched the Willamette, rolling in a maddened torrent to its peace- ful mate, the Columbia, had attracted the construction of a similar bridge. Dan rose from where he had been sitting for some two hours, with the intention of returning home. But the grandeur of the place tied him with the bonds of nature. JThe sun was flaming its last rays of light over the Coast Range, with its many thousand firs, whose tops projected through the foggy veil that hung about its dales, down into the beautiful valley of the Willamette. The 51 ff I .,. I M..W.-.'M ' ,

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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;

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growling waters were taking on the gray cast of night, blackened by the shadows of tall trees from the bank. It Was in this state, this heaven, that Danls thoughts fell into poetry and he cried aloud: Roll on, ye mighty waters seaward bound, Roll on, oh, fair Willamette of the West, Roll from the Cascades, diamond peak of snow, Roll from the Coast Rangeis forest dark and wild, Roll on through the valley, beautiful and green, Roll on, ye can not see the grandeur of your works, Roll on into the dark blue sea. And hark! Out of the roar of the river's torrent came a faint, low, moaning tone. Strive on, ye curse of your race, ' Strive on, ye hayseed of the West, Strive from your pleasant country farm, Strive from your motherls loving arm, Strive on your college course to win, Strive on, ye can not miss the grandeur Of your calling. Strive on, yes, to your topmost star. Dan awoke from his dream with a sudden start when he heard a well known voice callv- llHa, ha; pardon me for disturbing you, but you look lone- some all by yourselffi It is useless trying to describe With words, tongue or pen, a hope, a love, a Dan Martin, as he stood in that dream of life; as he found himself searching the volumes in the depths of Ruth Fugefs eyes-eyes which sometimes were an easy passage to translate, now could not be mastered by the worlds greatest detective. He stood, ' held off by what seemed to be the hand of all damnation, so that 116 could not make a single struggle to clasp that pearl in his arms for an embracement. He could not find words to speak, and stood as motionless as the pillars of the bridge, till her voice, far above description, again broke forth-- llYou stupid boy, why dorft you Speak to me ?,, My dear Ruth, my only, my all. You may 'call it lonesome, but lonesome IS not the name for it. How can you be so cruel to 52 i W int you cw l at C d CI i ii divided,- anymplacf f uSClU me zero. lfilonly Slapped to SI :3: . QMF-n Dan broke I :mdl: . gt Where is he now: mm Harrisburg to mime were to co tithem. But they are : 2::hcm,which I shall dr ribein abettcr mood 2 hamment trying to g Film his ear. and he 4 ?'de me. Pray wa M but walked on to Mate, and waited h: ilml Watching 1h. 'llhshcd by dazzled h 3:, u curtains of 0 11 Stat .i ., ue. .1 'hflmg abYsS Of Mm . hi hi it. c0 lint