Lincoln Junior High School - Panthers Lair Yearbook (Orem, UT)

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The Life of a Dog at Our House by Becky Campbell Oh hum!!! It was so very comfortable to be in bed that morning in June. I had made up my mind to sleep in. I was trying to concentrate on one of those dreams that you don't tell any- one about, when suddenly, I felt something moist and hairy on my face. I awoke suddenly with my shaggy dog laying her hair all over my bed. I could not make myself angry, as she looked so innocent and loving. But why, of all mornings, did she pick this one to awaken me with her pink tongue? . The next day we planned to take a short vacation to some parks in and around Utah. Of course Dusty, the shag mop, had to come along. Mother and Dad put up protest, but we told them if they sent Dusty to a vet to be put in a cage, we would go right along with her. Mom and Dad thought this was a grand idea, but since they didn't have big enough cages for us, there was no alternative. We all went! Riding along in the car was not the most extravagant experience I have ever had. There was hair flying all over from that abominable blob of hairy dog. I was just about ready to shove her out of the window. Becauge it was very warnh we decided to stop at a dairy queen for an ice cream cone. Dusty was not to be excluded. She wanted one too. We ordered five small cones and one large one for the biggest in the family. After receiving our cones, I couldn't quite understand why everyone was looking at us as though we were insane. Hadn't they ever seen a dog lick at an ice cream cone before? About three hours later we stopped at a park to eat lunch. After finishing, we packed up and took off. While watching scenery I glanced behind the car. I saw the darndest looking dog trotting behind our car. I then realized that we had left Dusty behind. Very late that night we arrived home. Before I even got near my bedroom, Dusty raced into my room and jumped up on the bed. I tried to move her, but she just growled. I ended up on the floor that night rolled up in my rug. Days went by of cutting, shampooing and peroxiding Dusty's hair. Well, she did not mind. A wedding invitation came to us one day. It was for my cousin in Washington. We then started preparing for the trip. This time, only my mother, sister, Judy and I went. We wanted to take Dusty but she was a little sick. So I kissed her good-bye and we left. All went well at the wedding and soon we were on our way back home. I was terribly excited about seeing Dusty, and of course the rest of the family. But somehow I missed Dusty more than anyone else. We drove up in- to the drive way and my sister, Myra, came running out of the house. I thought to myself Myra must not be feeling well. She had the strangest look on her face. What's wrong? , I asked. Myra then told us Dusty had died. How could someone so sweet, wonderful and companionable die? I could hardly believe that our poor Dusty had died. I kept thinking, no more waking in the morning to those loving eyes. I thought I would really be lost without her. After a few weeks we got a Syberian Sled dog. She was just little and white then. I have come to love her just as much as I loved Dusty. But I could never forget all the exa periences we had together. We named our new dog Frosty, and more than likely we will have some more little Frosties to take care of on Valentines Day. The dog in your life is more than a mere possess ion. He becomes very much a part of your way of liv- ing, subtly influencing you and your family in a mult- itude of ways you may never suspect. No matter how much you may resist, he will leave his mark on you. Perhaps make you a warmer, more tolerant person, more in tune with the good things of life. Companionship, adoration, loyalty, you'll learn more about these through your dog. And more about sadness, too, for there are those inevitable partings. For all of the little irritations he will bring to bear, you'll discover a million attributes which make the sum total of his stay in your home a pleasant meaningful experience.

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The Priceless but Worthless Room by Michael Holdaway It was a hot July afternoon. I was in my back yard and was dreaming of the cold Arctic. If only I could leave this miserable place. It was now ninty- five degrees in the shade. Soon I found myself on an airplane headed for the Arctic. Finally my dream was coming true. I had fallen asleep for about seven hours. When I awoke, we were in a terrible blizzard, a piece of flying ice had hit one of the airplane windows. The cold ice and snow were flying through the window with terrific speed. It had torn the leather seat to threads. Then someone in the back of the airplane yelled, The wing is on fire. Children were cold and crying and adults were praying and hoping. Then there was a huge ex - plosion! The burning airplane had hit one of the lofty peaks of the Arctic. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the cold snow. I was dressed for warm weather. I hated the cold. I hated the heat! I wished I were dead! Then ulthedistance, I saw a cosy little home, flood- ed in Arctic light. Was I insane? A house in this forbidden place. I managed to make it there. I open- ed the door. It was warm inside and the windows had no curtains. The floor was bare and in the corner there was a dinner fit for a king. I saw a door and opening it, I discovered another room. It had beaut- iful velvet drapery and woolen carpet and exquisite hand-carved furniture. There was a table of fruit in the corner. This room also had a door, and I open- ed it. This room had walls of gold and silver with furniture of lead. In the corner was some bread, meat and milk. There was also a door in this room. Finally I had gone through several more rooms, each getting richer as I passed through it. Finally I came to the last room. I opened the door, this room was of pure diamonds blended with rubys and other gems. The furniture was of solid glowing diamonds, the draperies of golden threads, the floor of polish- ed marble. I enjoyed this beauty for a few hours, for I was soon hungry. I looked for some food, there was none to be found. In all the other rooms there was food. I now remember that the same rooms that were more beautiful had less food. It was getting cold in this room of jewels. I tried to find the door, it was gone. I layed down on the bed of hard diamonds. There were my last words, I gave up food and warmth for the cold feel Of now hated jewels. door, it was gone. I layed down on the bed of hard diamonds. These were my last words, I gave up food and warmth for the cold feel of now hated jewels. Arts and Grafts by George Taylor . In the ninth grade arts and crafts this year, Since it is an all year class, we have the privilege of making large projects such as leather handbags and mosaic pictures. Mosaic pictures are made by glueing small glass tiles of different colors in any form desired. They may be glued on almost any smooth surface. When you are through glueing the tiles into place you place strips of brass all around the picture to set off the most important parts. when you are through placing the brass on the picture you take some grout which is much like plaster and place this in the cracks left between the tiles. When you are finisha ed grouting, you take some lacquer and paint this all over the picture, to protect the tiles. This type of art is quite expensive and takes a long time to complete, but when it is done it will become a prized possission, for if you would want to purchase a picture in a store it would cost you quite a sum of money. . We are required to make in a year's time, one mosaic picture, one project in leather and one in the metal project field. . At the Close of each term we are to hand in a fifteen page report on anything we choose. This is all the homework we have for each term. We have also planned to take about three field trips this year, one of which will be in Salt Lake City. We are going to have loads of fun this year in arts and crafts.