McKinley High School - Nugget Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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THE CARNATION Raprdly the boss of Camp Frfteen walked northward Arrrved at the north tract he sought out Cole r bg burly rough fellow beernv hrm drrectrng some lumberjz-rl-.s rt work on r saw B10 ohn walked over to hrm Bay Qole come here Yeh ln a mrnute ln a few moments the laly Cole swaggered ox er and sard Well whrt yer want Qhoate3 Wasnt ackson that greenv workrng on your sectron t0day3 Yeh there he lb over at that brv owls pomtrng that way Lole slowly looked well l ll be that darn fool has slrpped away' Both Lole and Choate searched the woods thereabouts but found nothrnf of the mrssrng man That night when the men turned rn the skres were overcast and a storm was rn the offlng As Blg ohn made the rounds to see lf all the men were rn he notrced that aclcson s bunk was strll empty When john went rnto hrs own cabrn the frrst brg drops of rarn were tallmg and the wrnd was whrstlrng overhead The good fellow was troubled about thrs ackson why had he taken that lrquor he drd not seem l1Le a man who drank a lot Frnally Bug ohn dropped off rnto troubled slumber About mldnrght a terrrflc thunderbolt awolxe hrm Getting up Big ohn 1 lanced outsrde Torrents of rarn were comrng down and the wrnd howled rn the swayrng treetops above Suddenly 1 strealt of lrghtnrng lrt up the whole outside Xnother flash avarn lrt up the outsrde It rs the old hermrt muttered Brg ohn to hrmself l ll slrp on my thrnf s and run out and get hrm Poor old fellow he seemed drrnk crazed 'md runnrng towards the north tract That contemptrble aclcson has gotten the old fellow drunk urckly Qhoate slrpped on hrs clothes and throwing a slrcker over hrmself clashed out mto the storm lll follow the trarl and be xt hrm to the tract there lll meet hrnr and brrng hrm back sind Brg ohn as he ran thru the drrvmg rarn At tract twelve another flash of lrghtnrng showed ohn that he was late ln the mrdst of the clearing lyrng face downward was the drmlt craled man apparently he had frllen unconscrous Brg john was standrng on the edge of the Qlearrng when he first saw the fallen man 'Suddenly he remembered th rt the brg prne to the east had been sawed nearly all the way thru to be felled the next mornrng As he thought of thrs and the fact that the unconscrous man lay rn rts path Brg ohn forgetful of hrmself dashed forward to save the poor drunl-.en hermrt The wrld wrnd above seemed to rncrease rn rts fury rs rf lxnowrng that her prey was about to be snatched from her The next mornrng they found hrm hrs great body prnroned by the fallen prne There they lard to rest thrs man who had dred to save another T ruly Brg John Choate was one of n rture s noblemen BWI I9 , ' , k N , 2 ig , , ln . .- 1. T . I. if J v T' I 1 ' . ,I - . -Z . 5 . . . A . ' i J ' 5 . .. . .. ' . . r ' Z , T7 . Hvflhat was that? Could it be Jackson? .' f 5' ' D .l . rx ' K I V - f ' A, ' H . T ' ' J rt ,, , . ' . A , X 1 ' , . '- ' -- z ' . . . .T R , ,T dz T1 ' . . ' 1 ' , . . i . ' , 'n ' .. 2 '. . . .

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THE CARNATION ONE OF NATURE S NOBLEMEN Big ohn Choate was boss ofC1mp Number Fifteen As he walked thru the woods he seemed to be a part of them and hrs big rugged frame was but rn keeping wrth the mighty prnes hrs merry whistle was answered by the birds and a mischievous little squrrrel seemed intent on playin with the steel muscled grant As Big ohn walked under a huge pine a little cone fell at hrs feet Ho Ho friend squirrel you missed your arm that time and the roarlng laughter went rollicking thru the woods Qhatterrng and scolding the rmpudent little animal scurrred behind a limb and was lost to sight Presently the steady chopping of a woodsman could be heard and as Choate entered the clearing he saw that rt was acques the old hermit of Sanosa woods The old hermit was an eccentric rndrvrdual who had ln ed alone rn Sanosa woods for the past fifty years and was considered half crazy by most of the people thereabouts Ho there friend acques how comes rt3 All right John but this gol derned old log here wont split but l guess l m gettin old and can t split em any more cackled the old man Let me give her a whack or two So saying Big ohn rolled up hrs sleeves spat on hrs hands and grasped the ax As the sun shone thru the trees rt glrnted on the man s sun bronzed arms The play of the wrry muscles as the ax swiftly flew thru the arr seemed to cast a spell over hrm and the shriveled up old man gazed rn envy at the mighty muscled grant With a final blow at its heart ax sat down on a log to rest himself Taking hrs bandana kerchref he wiped the sweat off hrs brow How s everything over to the camp ohn3 asked the old hermit Farr fair lve been havrn trouble wrth a fellow named ackson Hes an onery cuss and he wont listen to a word of advrce thinks he knows rt all He nearly chopped hrs finger off the other clay Well l guess lll be going back I gotta keep my eye on those new fellows Good bye Big ohn gazing at the ground hrs boot drawing armless lines drd not notrce that at the mention of ackson the old man had been startled and hrs beady black eyes shifted warrly Lamp Number Fifteen was one of a charn of lumber camps established rn the big north woods of Wisconsin Of some thirty camps Number Fifteen had the best reputation Thru the honesty and efficiency of Big ohn Choate Number Fifteen turned out the most lumber of any camp there 'rbouts The bunkhouses were kept clean the mess was of the best and the men were for the most part contented As Choate entered the camp one of the cooks came running towards him evrdently wrth important news Meestarr ohn' Nleestalr ohn' Zat fellow ackson he gone Four bottles wheesky gone too cried the excited fellow Wheres Lole3 asked Bug John hrs bushy brow taking on a troubled look Over at 1ee north trac I8 Y .. .KJ .. I C , , . . ' T . . T v v , Q - . g . ' ' . ' .J. . .- i the tough pine knot fell in splinters, and Big John, throwing down the I T ' r J 1 '

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THE CARNATION THE HATER Being a Tale Without Hero or Heroine By H lVlcKlNLEY MANN l hate' l hate' l hate' All men are my enemles Hunted feared hated l hate' For months l have started xt the slightest footfall move at nlght dayllght l fear Light IS man s frlend the dark the beast s l the Hater l have spoken The Hater the beast was at large The posses of every county of Callfornla searched for hum He was wanted wanted for murder He had lcllled one of two deputies who were taking hlm from the prlson at San uentm to the electrlc chair located at a small town five mlles dlstant Alone unarmed he had overcome hrs two armed guards kllled one changed clothes with the other leavlng hxm bound and had dlsappeared mto the surroundmg hllls He seemed a flend All efforts to apprehend hum had falled Qonvlcted for one of the most hemous series of murders ln the hxstory of the Golden State he was feared by all the people of the countryside ID whxch he had escaped Doors were barred men feared to leave their famllles unprotected This state of HHHIYS had existed for about two months before mv trace of the manslayer was found He had been seen ln San Francisco Loaves of bread wlth the center torn out had located the man Three years of prison food mamly bread on account of hrs surly conduct had rumed hrs dlgestlon He could eat only the very center of large lo nes of bread and careless drsposal of the wasted crusts had been notlced reported to the ldederal Food Admlmstrator of the cxty and at last the pollce had heard The peculiar form of waste was recognlzed as belon mg to the Hater and a plan for xmmedlate actlon was formed A cordon of polxce was qulclcly thrown about the house under sus plclon and two plaln clothes men entered ln the room of the hunted m in all was dxsorder A note gxve evxdence of hrs whereabouts It read l am hate' Beware l krll l hate l laugh l have gone to MEXICO Let hlm follow who dares l hate' Two days later just after a heavy storm the express from San Fran clsco dlrect to Mexico Cxty halted on the border lme A red rag had attracted the englneer s attentlon and had brought to hxs notlce a huddled heap of humanlty just off the track It was the Hater Burned scarred almost past recogmtlon he lay near has last evll work The rails had been crossed wlth a long steel bar left from former work upon the road camouflaged wlth brush and other avaxlable materxal A terrlble dlsaster hxd been narrowly averted But the Hater' What had ltllled hum The elements had conspnred The wmds had blown The telegraph wlres were down He had stepped upon a lxve wlre At last he lay electrocuted wrapped partly ln his chosen battle flat, The red flag the Hag of anarchy the flag of hate Hate had become hrs master fate had mastered hate - 1 . f 1 2 . . 1 .. 4 I 1 L k 'v v X V t K , . . , . E , . ' zu . KJ' ' . f'1 . ' . 2 . nz . : ' 5 2 . -, . z . - fi 1 T 1 K . YY.