Martinsville High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Martinsville, IL)

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fi ,A :W ' I N 'I g if Uhr writing nn the mall It was a sort of dismal, melancholy day that I was plodding my way toward the castle called Doom. I had been traveling for a long time and was now becoming tired and weary. I began searching the horizon for signs of the fortress, but could see nothing, not even a tree. While I stood looking in awe at the mysterious landscape, a feeling of loneliness stole over me which made me wish I had never started on this perilous journey. Presently turning to the East, I saw a huge, dark, ominous structure standing rigid on the plain as though it had suddenly risen from the ground. There it stood like some terrible monster ready to spring upon its prey. After some hesitation I turned and walked toward this unique build- ing. Something, I know not what, made me stop and stare at it. Its dark walls and huge doors and windows made a sort of foreboding picture as it stood all alone in this deserted plain. I approached the door, and as I ascended the marble stairs my steps sounded like the clanging of a black-smith's hammer on the anvil. With a loud creaking and groaning noise the door began to open slowly as by some supernatural power, and, without any volition on my part, I entered and the door closed suddenly behind me. I wanted to flee, but it was now too late for the door was securely fastened. Looking about I found myself in a ca-pacious room, dark and dingy, and strewn with broken furniture. Along one side stood a large, curious- ly carved chair, dusty and decayed as though no one had occupied it for centuries. The wall was bare with the exception of one picture of a hid- eous dragon that glared ominously down at me as I stood looking at it. Surely some one lives here, I thought, as I made my way down an old dilapidated flight of stairs that probably led to the basement. Not a sound broke the stillness, except my breathing and the beating of my heart a.s it throbbed frantically against my ribs, I began to tremble from head to foot, the air seemed to press down upon me as the waves of the ocean press down upon its drowning prey. On arriving at the bottom of the stairs, I stood as one in a trance, my blood almost freezing in my veins, for there before me was a number of skeletons, some standing and others lying on the floor but all staring at me. Who are you? I asked in a terrified tone, but the only answer was the echo of my voice reverberating through the silent halls. I took a few steps toward them, however, they remained motionless, their pallid bones giving off a sort of dull light. There were no signs of life about them only two glittering eyes that shone forth from each bony skull. I turned to retrace my steps, but alas! the door was closed! I was panic stricken, and in a passion of terror, ran through the door at the other side of the room. Just as I was about to spring' up a iiight of stairs, a huge skeleton dressed in black swung out in front of me. Covering my eyes with my P X il. i W 7'7? '4i55 - 'Fifi iiilxs' I to ' W A f' w e -ee i s . E CW TWENTY

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.tx VXW-bi gig? -i' ff lv J.-1' - iA1 Jiri' -- K F EL 1 hai- H A mit nf Ilnfnrmaiinn Is there anyone who does not know what is meant by the word notes ? Perhaps a little explanation would be acceptable. There are two distinct classes in common use today. Those used for the purpose of transferring money value are called Commercial notes. School notes are those used to transfer necessary information from one student to an- other in the study hall. We have, after due consideration, concluded that the latter are decidedly the more important for our use. This case has been decided by an overwhelming majority of our school, the only oppo- nents being the teachers. Therefore, we have adopted them for every- day use. They are, perhapls, the most convenient papers now used in the public schools all over the land. Our highest aim is to be able to distribute the notes in such a way that they will not interfere with the work of our busy faculty. We are getting along nicely with it too. . There are some three ways by which we distribute them. Some like to double up the note and throw itg some prefer rolling it on t.he floor and others pla-ce it in a book and transfer the book, thus casting a business- like appearance. The first is probably the one most dangerous, so we have relied on the last method. , By close observation it seems that some of our teachers are slow to observe what is going on around them. That is just a few of them, be sure, for there are two or three periods in the hall during which very few notes are transferred. Of course, there are exceptions to all rules, for there are some who would throw notes if they knewthey would be hanged. Now We hope that this essay will not arouse any suspicion on the part of our beloved guardians, but only help them to maintain their ex- cellent temperaments, trusting us now and forever. IRMA ULREY Xkjgkkxvnxxxxxxd. NX . 'qumul ll N INETEEN

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N Q 5 itil X Q 'X k ,fa E2 its-ee! -E iii hands I shrank back in horror, not wishing to gaze upon his dreadful countenance. Where am I? I shrieked. You are with the dead, came back the reply in a sort of coarse, muffled voice, and at five o'clock you shall face the Judgment. I opened my eyes, but no one was in sight, where the apparition had stood was inscribed on the wall, BE SURE YOUR SINS WILL FIND YOU OUT. Totally exhausted from the strain of these last few minutes, 1 sank down upon the floor. From somewhere came the sound of a- clock striking one! two! three! four! At five o'clock, at five o'clock, then what ? kept running through my mind. A dull, grating noise penetrated the stillness, growing louder and louder as it drew nearer to me. In a little while I could hear foot steps approaching, and then above all this came a more dreadful sound-the striking of the clock. ONE! The Judgment is coming, I cried. TWO! Oh, why wasn't I warned of this ? THREE! I can't breathe -give me one more breath. FOUR! Summoning up all of my strength I made one desperate leap for safety, and, to my great surprise, landed head first on my bedroom floor. 'Tm glad this is only a dream and not the real Judgment, I muttered with a huge sigh of relief as I climbed I must needs say this in thy praise, back into bed. T0 A FORD Thou animated trash and tin, Why shouldst thou act the way thou dost? Thou makst me long to cave thee in: I hate to say so but I must. When in great haste for some event, I seize thy crank and turn it round, To one weak groan thou givest vent, And then refuse to make a sound. Thou hast diseases by the peck, Flatfootedness especially! And after that disease I check, Then thou begins to hit on three. Thou Ubreakst me up for gas and oil, And not to mention vast repairs, 'Til in dismay, I thee pronounce The seat of my financial cares. And yet with all thy faulty ways, Though drawbacks thou hast such a. hoard, -THEODORE THOMPSON '25 THE VIOLET Away down in a meadow green And growing by a brook, There sways a lovely violet That's sheltered in a nook. She nods and nods from side to side Upon her slender stem: To gs she is a pretty flower, To nature she's a gem. And often in the early morn The tears shine in her eyes, And as she' very slowly awalces, She looks up at the skies. The violet leads a quiet life Upon her grassy bed: And as the lengthened shadows fall She gently droops her head. Here, hidden in the dreamy night, She sighs in sweet repose, Until the golden sun does rise What should I do without thee, Ford? Her glory to expose. RUBY RAMSAY, '25 ANN JOHNSON, '25 - - -f-A 'm . X?-fi'9W ' xxx X A -T X 'ul x f' iff' 'U' 'l: AC7' 2 K X , X I i f a s if TWENTY-ONE