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

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THE JUNCO-ED 1927 Maybe you do,' ' thought John, This may mean your Waterloo, and he quickly handed the ring over. Now, said the robber, turn aroun' and walk back the way you came, an' keep your nose in line with your feet if you don't want to get it shot off. John turned and retraced his steps for about sixty paces and then couldn't resist the temptation to turn around-the robber was gone! Well, I'1l be jinxed, said John. That was pretty nifty but I have a slight chance to get even. He reported the robbery at police headquar- ters and then went to bed. ' The next day as he was coming home from school his curosity was aroused by a group of laborers in the middle of the street. Approaching one of the men he inquired the reason for the excitement and was told that one of the workm-en, while digging a ditch for a sewer pipe, had punctured a gas main with his pick. John walked over to the ditch and saw a man stopping up the hole in the pipe and then John started. On the little finger was ia ring that looked very much like his own class ring. The distance to the bottom of the pit was to great to make sure, however, so John leaped down beside the man. This individual regarded him mildly and John felt sure that he was not the robber because of his small stature. John regarded the ring again. It certainly was his class ring. What yer lookin' at? Me ring? asked the man. Yes, I beg your pardon, sir, answered John, but will you please tell me where you got it ? Sure, said the man, I won that ring in a game of poker down to Clinker's last night. John knew the reputation of the place to which he referred. It was a saloon of low reputation in the eastern part of the city. But whom did you win it from? asked John eagerly. 'fCan't tell yer that, replied the laborer. He was a stranger to me an' an ornery lookin' cuss at that. Well, replied John, I'll wager that the initials in that ring are J. A. O. The man hurriedly took off the ring and looked inside. Then he started. Well, I'll tell you, said John. That ring is mine and the man you played cards with last night is a robber. And John related the adventure he had had the night before. Well, I'll be hanged, ejaculated the Workman. I told you he lookec crooked. Will you help me bring this man to justice? asked John. Will I, his new-found friend shouted, Well I-can a duck swim? Thanks, said John somewhat relieved, but I haven't asked you your name yet-mine's John Oakland. And mine's Pat O'Brien, an' I'm Irish, added the laborer with a broad smile. All right, Pat, said John, look for me over at Clinker's tonight at seven sharp. V 36

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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

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THE ,IUNCO-ED 1927 You bet your boots I wi1l, sang out Pat, and with those words ringing in his ears John left him. That night as John approached C1inker's he saw a figure hurrying toward him. Hello, Pat, said John as the figure slowed up near him. What's your rush ? He's in there, whispered the excited Pat pointing to Clinkers. Good, answered John. Is there a 'phone near here that I lean use? Yeh, right in this here house me friend Charlie lives, he'd let you use six phones if he had 'em. Good, said John again, the police patrol will be here in a minute now and our fine friend, Mr. Robber, will have a nice story to tell the Judge. John had told the police not to stop exactly at Clinkers but a few doors to the north where he and Pat awaited them. This precaution he took to keep from alarming the robber who might make a getaway if he saw the poicle too soon. Pat then pointed the robber out to the Chief of Police and that officer gave a perceptible start as he saw the man, the reason for which John found out before many minutes passed. The Chief then posted his men around the saloon while he and another officer en- tered to arrest the robber. The thief was playing cards and as the policeman entered he made no move to get away. When the Chief attempted to handcuff him he knocked that officer to the floor and before the other officer could touch him he sprang to the other side of the room and pushing an electric but- ton, he placed the whole room in darkness. Curses and shouts followed and then some more curses and shouts. Then a door slammed and John who was Waiting outside, heard a scuffle. Then from around the side of the building came a trio of policemen, holding tightly the struggling robber. Before John realized fully what had happened he found the Chief talking to him while that individual kept rubbing his chin reflectively. My boy, he said, pointing at the robber, you have rendered hu- manity a great service by helping to bring that man to justice. He is Hague Henderson-better known to government officials as 'Hard Hague' and he is wanted for a bank robbery, several petty thefts, and also for connection with a murder lease. A reward of five hundred dollars has been offered for his arrest and that reward goes to you along with a thousand thanks from me. Then feeling his chin again, he turned swiftly to Hague and said, Don't forget, if you have any time left when the judge gets through with you that you'll serve somemore for striking an officer of the law. These last Words were almost lost to John, he was so surpirsed to be told of the reward. 'Suddenly he felt a nudge in his ribs and he saw Pat smilingly looking at him. 37