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

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i N 7.. 4 TL; . b ' w , a .0 W. v ! Tfth'r t a hj'fh, 5 d z a '!$ I h'! 5 I A h 48'; H . t u 1 v t ' e ; P re a .y: ' ?TI hwy, i ' f. trunk of atree that had been uprooted by the wind, A Evavrtvh 1mm? By Sam W. Sheldt, 15 A setting sun, a sloping meadow, a rushing, 3 clump of giant hrs to the right, Wild, odorous f1 and a roaring ocean down below. All seemed rolling of the ocean, dashing high against the rocks. Far off in the distance could be seen a dim blue light. It was that of a lighthouse far off in the ocean. Old Nathan had come again after many years to look at the lonely spot. He could see but little resemblance to the home of his childhood. If he could but see someone he knew, he would be satisfied. The old house where he had once lived was now a heap of ruins, the path that led down to the spring could no longer be seen. He sat on the tumbling stream, o-wers to the left, blended save the and as he gazed upon the scene the memories of his boyhood days returned to hlm. The place had once hummed with the sounds of busy workers, Iike bees about a hive. Rough wooden shanties showed where the shepherds had slept at night and the remains of a ruined cave still marked the spot where many a man had taken refuge. The tears rushed to the old mants eyes as he turned to leave the for- saken place.

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Holmes for tive times signals, changed them. Now the ball went to in succession, and each time he was able to gain a little on account of his weight. Campbell, on the side lines, saw that at the rate Holmes was playing he would not last long. This proved true, for in the next down Holmes was hurt and Campbell was put in in his place. The next signal and the ball came to Campbell, who broke through for one of those long runs. By the ten-yard line he Hew. Now it was the line of the flve-yard line that his Hying feet scat- tered. Near the side line the big Orange, watchful for just such a play, was waiting. A half back and a Heet tackle blocked the way in front of him. From the fullback he turned at right angles to where the half crouched low in expectation, took one quick step and jumped; jumped as he had never jumped before, and right over the half back he went, coming down on the other side and planting the ball between the posts. A'few minutes later the sound of the refereets whistle closed the game, with the Varsity as winner. 31': teats 101 . 1 tothehomc 0t 1 . . ouhl he sattstt dwas now a heap 0t tn hmgcr hc St , . ' 1 filhce 9126 h httw. he w is Chih i am he '75 spring could I wiltathad been uprmted hy the v :ihtmtmOttCS at his htth' oncehummcd with the SM xahite. Rough wmdcn sh; thstept at night and the rcnt :tespotwhtre many a man ha the 01d mants eyes as he tu

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Elie g?tmngwt Experimrp nf My Eifp By Jewel Hays, i15 I well remember that bitter cold evening when the snow fell thick and fast in that little Blue mountains. Mother and I were alone, my having gone to a distant sheep camp to remain over night. We went to bed very early, but to my surprise sleep would not come to I seemed to be in dread of soniethings-an in late December, valley west of the father and brother close my tired eyelids. inexplicable something which amused every sense and drove sleep away. I did not speak of this peculiar fear. however. as mother was of a nervous disposition and I thought she might be frightened. At last, when it was about ten o'clock. I think, I fell into a light slumber. I had not slept long before I was awakened by the whine of our dog. I listened-every sense on the alert. 1 could hear the, dog growl fiercely for a few moments. then he would raise his voice to the most pitiful howl one ever heard. I lay listening for perhaps Efteen minutes, then, thinking he was lonely because of fathers absence, I slipped quietly out of bed so I should not awaken mother, and crept down the stairs to try and console the poor fellow if I could. I unlocked the front door as noiselessly as possible and peered out. The snow had ceased falling; the moon had filled the heavens with her silvery light; the myriad stars shone forth with a glow of splendor; not a cloud marred the beauty of the clear blue sky. The snow lay like a death-white blanket over hill and valley: and as the rays of the moon caught and refieeted its glow, it gleamed and sparkled as though the angels had sprinkled the earth with dia- ymonds. Everything was white, excepting over on a distant hill a .few fir trees cast an ominous shadow down into a little glen to mingle with a few more shadows which were lurkingr there. The mght was perfeet-a poet could not imagine one more perfect. When I first looked out I could see neither the dog nor any- thing that might disturb him; but as I turned my eyes toward the place where the 01d pump stood. a si ght met my gaze that froze me to the Hoor I stood upon. i Every sense excepting that of sight 64 r