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

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THE JUNCO-ED 1927 realize that a party was just four times as thrilling as the Franco-Prussian war? Our plans were going splendidly. Tom Atkinson, the class president, was to be the host. He was really lawfullyl good looking, and the most popular boy in the class. Eloise Byland, the vice-president, was to be the hostess, and Tom's lady of the evening, of course. Eloise was one of these lovely, irresponsible, curly-headed blondes. She was the kind of a girl who always got good grades from the younga English prof., and never failed to be given the snap questions in history. She would make an adorable hostess, if we could only get her there on time, and we were counting on Tom to do that. Saint.Patrick's eve finally arrived. The high school gymnasium was beautifully decorated as an oriental garden with shaded lamps and tinkling prisms. The refreshmentss were safely locked away, needless to say. The onchestra came about eight-thirty and the guests began to arrive about nine, but where, oh, where, were the host and hostess? Certainly not receiving guests as they should have been. The entertainment Icom- mittee was on pins and needles, so to .speak. Time dragged slowly on until it was a quarter of ten. Horrors! How could a formal dance be properly started without a host or a hostess. It was terrible! Don Chapman, chairman of the entertainment committee, was pacing the floor, tearing his hair, and cursing inwardly. Glee Norton was almost in tears. Oh dear, she moaned, for the tenth time, why didn't we choose some one sensible. Did you ever know Eloise to be on time at anything? We phoned frantically all over town always to receive the same mes- sage, Oh, they went to the Sophomore dance at the high school gym. Why don't you call there? The third time that happened Don nearly broke the telephone. So there we were, if the news leaked out we would be the joke of the town. We :could fairly see the glaring headlines in the school's weekly paper, the Comet, declaring, Sophomore Formal The Absolute Bunk, or words to that effect. Those horrid upper classmen would make a huge joke of it, of course. ' At eleven-thirty we had given up all hope, and were just going to call all the hospitals to find out where the accident had happened, when we received a very mysterious message. It seemed to be a Chineses puzzle, several ancient Greek letters and a solid geometry problem combined, but it was written on green stationery. Those infernal Freshmen! roared Don and started toward the door, for all the world like a mad bull at a red flag. We stopped him, however, and announced our discovery to the two hundred Sophomore guests. A band of carefully selected persons got their coats, hopped into several of the various cars parked around the block, and started for that Frosh Circus. When we burst into th-e hall, we found our long lost president and vice S4

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 about six feet square and had one of the kids take a bucket of cherries up on it. While he poured the cherries over the side I up and pops them one with my trusty old shot gun, pitting them slick as a whistle. By this time I calculated that I had enough material for a fair sized story for the Astonisher, so I bade the venerable old gentleman good day and made for my flivver. He accompanied me out to the gate and looked on while I twisted the front of my automobile. Pretty stubborn cuss ain't it ? he asked, when he heard me mutter something not fit for publication. Now that reminds me of an old mule I used to have in '78 - He got no further as the faithful tin can cut in on his remarks- th-ank heaven--and left. I thot, as I hustled over -the sylvan road that perhaps Ananias could be considered an honest man after all. VARDELL NELSON, Senior. -.LO THE SOPHOMORE FORMAL A The Sophomores were planning a very select dance, a formal to be exact, on St. Patrick's eve. Professor Carder, the principal of our Alma Mater, old Union Central High, frowned darkly upon the proceedings. First, he declared there had been the Senior Mix, then the Junior Sneak and now both the Sophomores and the Freshmen were planning entertainments. Was it any wonder that -World History and Caesar suffered so sadly? But speaking of the Freshmen, they were having a Frosh 'Circus on the same evening that we were giving our dance. It's really so proper, Doris Langdon told one of them very sweetly, are you going to decorate in green? Q But I say, Don Chapman told a group of us, we'd better watch those Frosh closely. They've got something up their sleeves and I donft mean I think so either. Well, well, Mr. HawkshaW, said Susan Stewart, the class secretary, you've been doing a little detecting, I take it? The usual procedure is to steal the ice cream, isn't it? Well, don't worry, those refreshments will be Safely locked in the basement. Don's Warnings aroused our suspicions, however. The Freshmen gathered in small groups in the halls, talking in low voices, and as soon as one of us approached, they would begin to talk about Algebra or an English theme just a little too loudly. We did not have much time to bother about them, however, while rushing out of 'assembly hall every few minutes and being late to school at noon half the time. We worked our heads off, but in -the wrong way, so it seemed. You should have heard the Prof's lamentations as to all the golden opportunities we were wasting. Myl my! what is this generation coming to? he would solemnly remark. The poor old dear, howl could he 33

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fu THE JUNCO-EDI1927 president sitting in a large cage. Before them pranced a barker with a high silk hat and a green waistcoat, hollering at the top of his lungs, Ladi-e-es and gentlem-een, here you see two real Sophomores, the only ones in captivity, captured in the wild of Union Central High School. And those terrible Frosh, they actually thought it was funny. What simply slays me, I told them, is the impudence of some people. A rescue was affected and revenge vowed. We returned to the- party and as we were so very late in really starting, please don't ask me when that ,perfectly superb orchestra played Home Sweet Home. And those Frosh, how' they did suffer for their .sins. In fact, .they suffered the rest of the school year. Wasn't it lucky that Sophomore razing was in vogue? HAZEL WEBSTER, Sophomore. -.LD A HOLD UP The nigh-t was dark and a storm seemed to be gathering. The town clock .struck twelve as John strolled leisurely home. He was in no particular hurry and his mind was full of happy reflections over the enjoyable party he had just attended. He was thinking about everything but the approach- ing storm and the deep darkness, when suddenly his happy thoughts were rudly jarred by a rough voice. Stickem' up it said, 'tan make it snappy. John found himself confronted by a rough looking individual, while at the same time he looked straight into the barrel of? a thirty-eight. His mind was then a confusion of thoughts. Should he run? Should he fight? or yet, should he give the man what he wished? If he tried to run the man might shoot him. The man was much tallen and more heavily built than he, hence a physical struggle might not prove wise. The best thing, he determined, was to give the man what he asked, and he grinned with satisfaction for he remembered that there was only a 'little more than five dollars in his pocket book. C'mon, said the robber, what do you think I am, a cigar store Indian? Come back to earth and show me the linin' in them pockets or there'll be la funeral in this burg. Automatically John turned his pockets inside out. As his pocket book came into view the robber's eyes gleamed. Gimme that, 'he said, and gimme that ring too. John hesitated, he hated to part with the ring, it wasn't a very costly one, but it was his class ring Che was senior in high schooly and he had just received it two weeks before. That ring won't do you any good, he said, It's-- . No arguin' goes, interrupted the thug, I guess I know what's good for me. 35