Lincoln Junior High School - Lincoln Life Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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53s mm .L MN I x 1. Raga? J Q THE DESERT HOAX EVERISH and eyesore from the heat and the glare of the desert sun, we gave a sigh of relief as it terminated its thunderous descent down the western heavens in a greenish opaque mist just above the horizon-a mist of whose portent we had no cognition. And, now at last, the coolness of twilight was at hand as a faint breeze sprang up and fanned our min burning faces It was our first day on the Utah desert, and all had gone well save that we were not prepared for the inSLdIerable heat Vvhich radiated all about us. It darkened rapidlyain fact so rapidly that a desert wise man would have felt the ominous significance of the hastened fall of night. We hastily pitched our tent and prepared to spend the rnghtedght on the traH. Soon the breeze becanne thter and fainter and finally left us altogether. Silence reigned, and without it was black as ink. A chill crept along my spine and I could feel the hair raise on my head. What strange fascination was this? What was there in the night to terrify me? And then I listened with straining ears and thumping heart. From out of the west came a faint whirring sound-yes, very faint, as of a merry cicada in the neighboring oak. I3ut there are no cicadas on the desert. IAfhence then came the murmur, whose very thrills pricked my spine? I rushed out and peered. lqothing yvas there but the eternal blackness of the night, not even a breeze. But the murmur was still there-yes, even more distinct and audible. It rose and fell. It seemed in accord with the pulsations within my breast and each time it seemed nearer-it seemed nearer! It was nearer! The faint breeze bestirred itself again and was at my side carrying in its soft arms soothing caresses to my fevered brow. And in its wake came that awful sound that was waking the night. Helpless with terror, and a tremble which I could not control, I vainly sought to pierce the darkness for some vision of what approached us there beyond. The feeble rays of the camp light could give no Clue as its light was spent ,ere its rays reached the edge of the tent, and as before, I saw nothing but the blackness of night, heard nothing but the chilling murmur, now no longer a melody but a moan as of a forlorn wind that has wandered afar and seeks the shortest way home. Then it dawned upon me. IIA storm! I cried, IIA storm! Make everything fasteI should have known! Then the breeze whined and rose to a wind, and the sand began to leap with it. IAfe humered the tent,tied aH paraphernaha together and crouched doyvn behind a. With bated breath we awaited our fate. The moaning was much louder now, as of a saw mill in full running. Louder and louder it grew! Nearer and nearer it came! IA7e Hattened Otuselves to the earth. It becaine a shikter Vvhine--a shrUl ear pierchig squeal that penetrated and froze the marrow in the bones. It would soon be upon us. VVe clawed frantically against the earth, not daring to look up or run. 1X deafening roar hHed theinght fnnn heaven to eard1;then a boonnng and bony barding as if France,s greatest artillery were speaking with voices of death, and into the chtle of our canualight with rnany yeHs and Hourkhes chniered the boys fron1 Salt Lake High in a Collegiate Ford. GORDON SIEMS, Ninth grade E541

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SON G REATH of fading Howers In scented, golden air, Sky of fairy colors Scintillating there A city is at resting For the day no more is bright, Dusk has slowly settled Nlerging into night. Purple evening coming, Golden sunset gone, Amber moon is gleaming, In the heavens, lone, Homelights now are kindled, Fires begin to glow, Comes a Heeting bird,s song Calling soft and low. Sun and dawn and glorious light, Hearts begin to sing, Gone the blackness 0f the night, Dawn! new hopes to bring. Twilight, eve, and dawning Silver, purple and rose Not mere change of night or day But moreeto him Who knows! eRUTH RAUCH, 9B H31

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xAK. ' ??x- i J W .L Lljgfgm LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON IMMY was awakened one morning in May by the rays of the sun brilliantly J streaming through the open window. The outside world was one of beauty. Bees were busily engrossed in gathering honey from the blossom laden apple trees; but- terflies hovered about; and the flowers spread generously their rich perfume. But in the Jonesls kitchen such calm and peace did not prevail. Mr. Jones had, from all appearances, arisen on the wrong side of the bed. To him, the beauties of the outdoors were of no consequence. The minute Jimmy made his appearance his father started right in. Before that he had used some of his vocabulary on his wife, to Hget warmed up. A visit to the woodshed, accompanied by his father and the old, trusty, very frequently used razor-strap, was Jimmyls next experience. tThe remainder of his meals that day were eaten in a vertical positionJ The Victim of this treatment, afterward, bitterly remarked to himself that held never be such a ,fraid-Cat as his Dad had been if ever his little boy put a toad, perfectly harmless as that, in his bed. tMr. Jones had been Visited by a toad of Jimmyls find, the preceding nightJ Later that morning, Jimmy, accompanied by his ardent followers, made an excur- sion to a uhaunted house. After an exploration of the first and second Hoovrs 0f the house, there followed an investigation of the cellar. Spooky the place certainly was, and the stairs creaked under the weight of the group. Some matches had been pro- cured and the boys were vainly endeavoring to locate the secret door, that led to T? Jimmy was poking around, and beneath his inquisitive fingers some cement near the ground gave way. Something IIsquishy and lisquirmy crawled out, and clung vig- orously to Jimmyls hand. IIHey, Fellas! A ghostls got me! I canlt get away cuz' hes hanging on tal me! Help! shouted the terrified boy. All flew up the stairs as if by magic, and were out the first place available, window or door. When Jimmy at last reached terra firma the IIthing,, was still on his hand. He was afraid to look at it, expecting to see some rattley old skeleton hanging fast to his fingers, or a ghost, staring at him, with eyes of fire. Finally, he decided to brave all perils and look. The sight which he beheld brought a shriek to his lips, and conse- quently, his companions. There, in the humiliated Jimmyls palm, was the terrifying, hair-raising monster, a frightened little toad, andAa perfectly harmless one at that. IIWell, anyways, he tried miserably to console himself, Iltherels more excuse for me than Dad; cuzl hels olderln I am, and this toad,s bigger and besidesAthey all tell me I take after my father? IRENE HOLTH, Eiyhth grade I551