Lock Haven Junior High School - Echo Yearbook (Lock Haven, PA)

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THE ECHO 31 Spooky-Grams Say, fellows, said jim lVlartin, the leader of our gang of ten boys, ul overheard Sol Jenkin's crowd talk- ing about going for a moonlight hike to explore the old house down the road. They don't know its our hangout. What do you say we give them a scare ? That will be fun, we chimed in. When is it to be? I asked. Tomorrow night at 7:00 o'clock they are going to start. The next evening at 6:30 we met at Jim's house with our bikes, and we each had a sheet. After a fast ride along the road we arrived at our hangout. 3-96-15 This place looks spoofyf' said a timid member of Sol's crowd as they came in sight of the old house. Oh, don't be so scary, said Sol, who was somewhat of a bully. As they went up the path to the house they heard a moan coming from the direction of the house. They al- most jumped out of their shoes. That is just the wind whistling through the trees, said Jack Barton, Sol's right hand man. When they were all in the house the door suddenly closed with a bang. That is the wind also, volunteered one of the les- ser members. As they went up the stairs they heard a scraping above them. few That's the old tree rubbing on the roof, said Sol, somewhat shakily. They were at the top of the attic when Joe Browne, who was leading, stepped in a sticky substance. Sol lit a match and studied the mass. B-bloo-o-d, he whispered fearfully. just then they heard a blood-curdling yell, and a white form glided softly toward them. They let out a yell in chorus and went down the steps, lickety-cut. On the second floor a slimy hand reached out of a closet and brushed Sol's face. He went down the remain- ing steps, five or six at a time. He tried the door but found it locked on the outside! That capped the climax. Slimy hands grabbed them from behind and bound, gagged and blindfolded them. They were carried up the road a few hundred yards and their bonds released. Before they could untie their blind- folds and gags the ghosts had disappeared. Those boys never stopped running till they reached home. Hs vs as A laughing match took place in a few minutes at the old house. Those wet gloves made dandy 'slimy hands', laugh- ed Jim. That red paint for blood sure got them, I giggled. Thus ended the episode of the old house. Donald Ardnt-8. The Indian Trail As we walk along the path that they say the Indians first traveled, we look down over the steep, rocky hill-side and see below us a stream. The trail is very dangerous for the bed of the stream lies many feet below. It is very pretty in the fall. The trees are all dressed in their gay W colors. Here the trail is so steep that you have to get down by steps made from the roots of a large tree. Along the trail are many tall stones. ln the hot summer. the trail is very cool and inviting. Delores Graham. Thais Hallowelen Jack-O-Lanterns all around, Ghosts that never make a sound, joyous children roam the street, That's l'lallowe'en. Little pumpkins all carved out Make curious faces all about, Corn shocks now, stand all in row, That's l'lallowe'en. Ghosts to frighten lassies gay, Stop their joyous, petty play, To run away and yell and scream, That's l'lallowe'en. joyous children play around, Oh, don't you hear that shrieking sound? Oh see! A ghost is after them, but That's l'lallowe'en. The most joyous time of all the year, Time of laughter, song, and cheer, Jack-O-Lanterns, clowns, and spooks, That's l'lallowe'en. Loreta Petrucci-7.

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30 TH E. ECHO ed his bag and hat and was with her in a minute. Better get a fresh horse, girl, Wilkins told Edith. Not time. Come, and away rode the two people. No time for words as they sped across Bandit's Hole. Doc, shouted Edith, turn southeast so we can get past lVlcGrouth and his men. They're layin' for me, I bet. I'll lead then you'll be sure to know the way. UO. K. was Wilkin's answer. At last the horse Edie was riding began to drop behind. She motioned for the doctor to go on and then settled the foaming, sweating horse into a trot. Thankful that she was past NlcGrough's men, Edie relaxed and took time to wonder, for the first time, who shot Bob and why. Suddenly it came to her that Jack Brickly must have thought Bob was Mr. Trevill and shot him. That was it! When at last she reached X Bar X she found her idea was correct as to season but one of Brickly's men had fired, not Brickly. Bob had been put to bed and Wilkins was ready to leave after dressing Bob's arm. Bob, pale and weak, smiled at Edith and she said tremulously: Forgive me, Bob, please. I am just a little girl. No, sir, a girl who would ride into 'Bandit's Hole' as you did to get the doctor isn't little but is big. Con- gratulations, big sister! I'll tell you what was in my hand. It was a birthday present for a girl who refused to be called little. Bob! you darling! cried the red-faced Edith. 'Tm just a big little girl. Ruth Smith-8. W f-ir NEVER rAu.s I shuffled sulkily down Broadway, intent upon the serious problem of causing sufficient trouble to land me safely in jail for the few cold months of winter. The cold had come uncommonly soon this year, only last night my thin overcoat and a few newspapers had failed to warm my park bench sufficiently. Always before I had managed to commit some minor offense that would sentence me to a few months of luxury in a nice, warm jail, with plenty to eat, but this year all my old tricks seemed to fail me. When I cut capers and act foolishly, yelling and walking on my hands, the policeman, in answer to bystanders' queries, laughingly asserted that I was a foolish Harvard boy, celebrating a football victory. Disgusted, I entered a large expensive restaurant, hoping the waiters would not notice my frayed and patched suit. Unluckily, the headwaiter spied me and promptly chased me out quicker than I had gone in. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I have been a little too hasty. Going down a side street, I came upon a less preten- tious restaurant. I entered and ordered the largest meal on the menu. When I had eaten, I dared the proprietor to call the police, as I had not a cent. At last, I thought, I have gained entrance to jail! But not so- again I was destined to be disappointed. The head wait- er, by a signal from the proprietor, promptly seized me by the seat of my pants and my coat collar and kicked me out into the street, where I lay sprawling. As I got painfully up, feeling for broken bones, I wandered herdlessly on un- til my mad rush brought me to a quiet shaded avenue, up which I walked. I was suddenly arrested by the sound of music pealing from the organ of a great cathedral. I lis- tened, enthralled. All at once I saw the kind of life I was living and for the first time was ashamed of it. I was in- spired to a higher goal in life than a park bench warmer, forced to seek my winter lodgings in a jail. I would square myself with the world-build a home, get a re- spectable job, and have a tidy savings account. These were my rosy dreams of the future. But a hand clapped roughly on my shoulder, broke the bubble of my dreams and I came back to earth with a start. Watcha doin', the cop queried? I had nothing to do but admit. Nothin', I replied suspiciously. Well, come along-a few months in jail won't hurt you. Mary Frances Hickoff. ew MY woons When a certain restless spirit overtakes me, I always feel like walking up a crooked path that leads into a beau- tiful woods located on a round hill-top. just now this woods looks very pretty with its differ- ent shades of brown sprinkled here and there with dabs of green and red. In the summer it has its green leaves and the moss and the fragrant flowers growing along the fences and on the ground. When the winter thaws and spring appears the leaves start to bud and the violets spring up everywhere. This woods then has a scene no costly perfume can imitate. Still, winter with its snows is the most beautiful to me, as this woods has large, branched trees on which the snow Hutfs like balls of cotton. This hill is, too, my fav- orite sledding place. Jean Kunes.

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THE ECHO Don't sit and wait, For dreams to come true: There's a thing to cheer you, When you're blue. Along the road, It'll give you a lift, This one little word, lt's name is Thrift Now Thrift is a word, That we should know, For it'll help us, Through many a blow. Every penny that you save, All money that you wisely use. Will for you a wide road pave, And color it with brightened hues. THRIFI' I V S Thrift will make your lt'll clean you of sorrow And trouble, too. lt'll make a pathway, Bright and clear, lt'll bring you days, Of joy and cheer. So save your pennies, Right away, They'll make dollars, Some lucky day. Then when you're old, Some future day, You can use the money, You saved away. Lo dreams come true reta Petrucci--7.