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

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LINCOLN JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT COUNCIL LaMar Gagon Ferrell Reed Richard Gordon Fred Clayson David Dickson Mr. Gary Keetch President 9th Grade Pres. Stage Manager Radio Reporter Stage Manager Faculty Adviser Julie Anderson Beverly Prescott Ann Bunnell Sandra Gillman News Reporter Historial VicE-President 8th Grade President Jeanette Rohbock Diann Rowley Vickie Peterson Gayle Cameron Secretary Program Chairman 7th Grade President Historial WELCOME TO OUR SCHOOL Carl Ellis 7 Russell Olsen 8 Robert wit: 7 Pamela Warner 9 Randy Smith 7 David Christen 7 Randy Bell 7 Donna Thatcher 8 Neola Young 7 Valerie Johnson 7 Joan Roveto 8 Cathy Christen 9 Brenda Young 9 Karen Olsen 7 Kay DeLong 8

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She had coal black hair that hung down over her shoulders. Her face was very beautiful too. Long black eye lashes borderd her jet black eyes. Her lips were perfect in shape and blood red in color. She wore a robe of deep purple velvet. The robe came to her ankles. On her feet were golden sandals. Her skin was white as snow. She lay in the water weeping violently. Suddenly she rose up out of the water and float- ed up the cliff. Her feet never touched the steep bank. When she reached the top, she told me to follow her. I was so surprised that there really was a Dragon Lady, I had no choice but to follow. We walked for what seemed like hours. Ahead was a huge stone which blocked our way. when we reached it I was shocked to see that she walked right through the rock. She called for me to follow so I stepped through the rock. The sight which met my eyes was a gorgeous one. I had entered a room too large to be measured. Its floor was of rich hard wood. The furnishings and draperies were of the richest sort. She bade me welcome and told me to make myself comfortable. The sofa I seated myself on was of deep blue satin with ivory legs. On a cut glass table in front of me I found jewels of rare beauty. When the Dragon Lady ap- peared again she bade me to follow her. As we walked through room after room, I noticed that they were all very elaborately decorated, I counted twenty and then lost count. Finally we entered a room which she said was to be mine. It was in this room I stayed for two days. I had everything I wanted except food. This was brought three times a day. My room was about half the size of the first room I spoke of and beautifully furnished. On the morning of the third day the Dragon Lady came into my room for the first time. She was wearing a black robe with the same gold san- dals. She also was wearing the most gorgeous necklace you ever saw. It was of pure diamonds, She sat in the high backed chair and talked to me for a short time. When she arose to leave she got as far as the door, stopped, turned and faced me, then fell to the floor. I rushed over to her, she was dead. I removed the necklace from her neck, and saw that it had sharp thorns on it. The thorns had cone tained poison, for I saw that some had remained on them. I left and returned to the village, telling the natives what had happened. They returned with me to the castle. We found no trace of either the Dragon Lady or the necklace. I learned from the natives that the black robe was a sign of death. We returned to the village and I left the Hindo Islands immediately, trying to for- get the awful incident. I have told you my story as it happened six years ago.

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Days of Horror by Dorothy Fielding I shudder to think of the many ways that men were punished in mid-evil days. Ways that were horrid and ruthless and bold- to talk of these makes my blood run cold. A coffin with slowly closing door, that held twelve spikes, or maybe more. Tongues and ears were slashed away and then set up for a public display. Or chained to the sand 'neath the burning sun, more and more often these things were done. Pulled on a rack 'till your innards were out, burned at the stake 'till your ashes -- about. Tied to a wall near some flesh hungry rats, with only the squeaking of evil-eyed bats. Hung by the thumbs from the rafters so high, and with only the vultures to croak and fly. To be boiled in oil, or drowned in mud, these are the things that chill my blood. Rain by Lorna Hodgkinson Pitter, patter comes the rain Knocking on our window pane, Sometimes soft and sometimes loud; Sometimes it comes in a great big cloud. Rain to me is somewhat frightening, Especially when thereis thunder and lightening. But still its fun to watch the rain If you are behind a window pane. Taffi by Marsha Thomas I found him starved and almost dead He was too weak to raise his head I picked him up and took him home, For now lid keep him for my own. I fed him meat and milk to keep strong He was fat and healthy before long. I gaye him understanding and lots of care Both fun and excitement we did share! With eyes as brown as chocolate drops A nose as black as night A curly tail that's quite a pro At wiggling left and right. This little pup has won my heart I hope that we will never part. He is so cute and sweet With his little white tail and feetf I hope that together we will always stay, For this little pup has made my life both wonderful and gay. He has a brand of beauty that belongs to him alone, This little dog called Taffi I will forever call my own!