Lake Stevens High School - Pilchuck Yearbook (Lake Stevens, WA)

Page 15 text:

FRCPHFCY r ■ c Ow It was midnight, the witch- ing hour. High in the henvena hung the noon, its rays casting fantastic lights through the to.ll fir tress that swayed in the gloor.i. Two girls wound their way up the slopes of. pilchuck toward the hone of The . itch of the Stilla- guanish . The witch's hut shrouded in the deepest gloon, was an object of mystery even in the daytime, and at night it took on .an .aspect fearful to behold. Trembling with every step they tool: and throwing furtive glances here and there, the girls slowly approached the door. As if anticipating their -'.rrival the door slowly opened and a voice rising in swift crescendo from a moan to a shriek demanded, Who is it that seeks ’The Witch of the Stillaguamish’ at this hour of the night? With their teeth and knees beating a rival tattoo, the girls managed to stammer out. Two of the girls from the 1936 class desire to know the future of their classmates. V h.at you ask is- difficult to ascertain, responded the with, as a student from Lake Stevens is liable to become any- thing, but I shall consult my crystal sphere. Now listen care- fully to all I shall reveal. As the girls seated them- selves in the dim light, the witch waved her hand over a dully gleaming globe, and an unearthly radiance illumin-ted the small hut. The witch seemed to be in a trance and suddenly exclaimed, What do I see? I see needles and pins. 'That do they foreshadow? Oh yes, I understand Adeline Loth is dressmaker for the sensational actress Pauline Sltucy, who has just completed her latest pic- ture, Babies InEonnets . The globe now seems filled with flying papers. I hear the words ’Point of Order, Mr. Chair- man,’ and in the midst of the disturbance I see Senators Prank Carr and Ronald Jaclcson trying tc put a filibuster through Con- gress . A horse and buggy is rac- ing swiftly around the tr-ck. Between runs, Jin Matzcnauer’s face comes into view. He is the champion in the final buggy races held at Granite Palls, 1950. ’.That do I hear. Oh, it is Helen Shaler making her debut at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York. Her wonderful voice is making everyone sit up and listen. I see babies, Hazel Loop, who has resigned from her po- sition as head nurse at Budding hospital, is now the proud moth- er of the new set of quintuplets which is the talk cf the country. My globe becomes dark, clouds cf dust seem to obscure all things from sight. Now faintly I see an ancient Pord delivery driven by Clarence Pet- erson for the Wilund Bros, grocery. It also see a genial butcher in the shape of Paul Backstron whose shop is up the street from the Wiklund Bros, store. I see Leona Mears has been widowed three tines and divorced twice. Both the president of Mexico and the Kind of England are paying her alimony. I hear the click of a typewriter as Ellen Krcgh writes the private correspondence of