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

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and in fact cannot, sink in it. You can waik out Where it is flfty feet deep and your body will not go under. Its buoyancy is unim- aginable. Anyone can fioat upon it at first trial. There is nothing to do but lie down gently upon it and Hoat. But swimming is a different matter. You will fmd that not quite so enjoyable. At hrst your body simply refuses to stay anywhere but on top, but after several efforts you learn to wrestle with its novelties. The sunsets are glorious. Nature seems to empty all her paint lots on the evening sky and the day dies with unsurpassable splen- dor.

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M tgwed $alt iliakv Thelma Lee Hughs Think of a lake from twenty-Iive hundred to three thousand square miles in area, lying a thousand miles inland, at an altitude of four thousand feet above the level of the sea, whose waters are six times as Salty as those of the ocean. Four large rivers How into this American Dead Sea, and with their aid the lake does not raise its surface or lose any of its saltiness. Where does all the water go? Where does all the salt come from? As you stand upon its shores, these are some of the questions your mind is asking. No answer comes from the mysterious depths, nothing but death-like silence. Salt Lake is entrancing in its beauty and a sense of loneliness steals over you as you see the sea gulls soaring above it. This great expanse of water is their play ground, they delight in floating upon its clear surface. . If one wishes to enjoy the real beauty of the place, let him take a skiff and row over the lake. Near the shore it is an opal green, delicate and wavering. Further out this changes into a blue as dazzling as the skies that bend above it, and then it gradually deep- ens into a royal purple which darkens and lightens as you silently skim over it. The whole lake is dotted with picturesque, mountainous islands, rising out of the blue-green sea. Streams of pure fresh water tum- ble down their canyons, grasses liourish everywhere, vast deposits of salt are found uponithese small islands. Salt Lake was oncesas large as Lake Huron, and was over a thousand feet deep. Its former marks are as plain as if they had been traced but yesterday. Gradually the lake seems to dry up. Perhaps some day there will be only traces of this wonderful work of nature. One of the most interesting things of Salt Lake are the bathers. A first bath is always as good as a circus. The human body will not, 71

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,y I I33 I Md . .xi x vh s Elli? Eammmt Glnnnerzatinn By Ray Vaulthrin, ,13 When the days are short and it rains continually and it seems as if everything is dead and that a fellow could not have any fun, if he tried, then we enjoy our noonday conversation in the base- ment. We might compare ourselves to an old-fashioned family, all gathered around the fireplace, only we have no lireplace and no grandfather to tell us stories. We tell our own stories. We are shut in from the rest of the world. No one knows any- thing about our fun. Professor Beals, Miss Thompson, Professor Scullen and the grade teachers are all home to dinner. There is no one to watch us except Mr. Miller, the janitor, and he likes to see us enjoy ourselves. He often calls us his children. We are assembled in a circle .. Some are sitting on boxes, some on oldydesks, and very frequently you will see Carey ,perched on a block of wood. If you were to visit this happy crowd, you would find some striking peculiarities. There are some who talk all the time but do not succeed in saying much; for instance, Carey and your humble servant. Katie is a match for them, however, and fre- quently takes them down a notch or two when they are inclined to brag. ' Boyce is looked to as authority on all subjects, but his specialty is Rrigometry. XVe have some, like Evelena and Blanch, who do not talk at all. I often wonder if they enjoy our fun. I hope they do. Carl and Wilbur are very much interested when we talk of past experiences with the hay baler. We often speak of the time when we were in Careyls peach. orchard and he hollowed to us, Help your- selves, boys? and we understood him to say liGet out of there, boys? , Ejner is the only llinanii among us. He is a great debator in high school, but our subjects are out of his line of thought. Johnie is a very modest boy and does not converse on subjects purely social. It takes something like dreams to interest him. Thomas is a good type of an Oregon farmer. We are very soory that we lost 'dered as the baby of Annie Jensen, our little pet. She was con51 73