Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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-- -f-'mba jlillirrur WHICH GOES T0 PROVE- M. SKINNER ND the ghost made as tho' it was going to strike Mother, then it looked out of the window, shook its head and vanished into thin air, just as there was a crash. Mother looked up and saw Dad standing in the doorway. H 'Gosh, I wouldn't have slammed that door so hard if I had known you were asleep,' he said. Imagine, after Mother was all worked up over seeing a ghost, to find it was a dream. Thus did lVlarion finish her ghost story. Three girls, Marion, Louise and Helen, sat before the open fire in Marion '-s home. It was a rainy, gloomy evening, just the kind to make one think of ghosts. And the girls thought of them! All three were ready to jump and shriek at any unexpected sound or sight. I don't believe in ghosts, said Helen, to prove she wasn't afraid. I certainly do not. There never was such a thing. It is simply a case of nerves, a dream, or someone's too active imagination, or of circum- stances. ''Wh0-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e! shrieked something outside. Wl1at was that? gasped the girls in unison. ''Who-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ese-e ! Silence followed. In the pause the girls heard the wind blowing in the t1'ees with a roar they had been too busy talking to hear before. Oh! they sighed. It's the wind in some tree, added Marion. We have a number of musical trees around this place. The explanation was satisfactory, but the girls shivered nervously whenever they heard that yell. At half-past nine Helen's brother came to escort her home, so she gathered up her books, for she had come directly to Marion's from school and had done her studying with the girls, anl Went l1o1ne. She was tired, so tired that she did not bother to light the lights, which were gas lights, when she reached her room, but undressed and hustled into bed in the dark, and was soon asleep. In the meantime the rain fell, and the wind blew and blew and blew. About one o'clock, a most ghostly hour, just outside Helen's window a big limb gave Way fllld crashed to the ground. The noise awoke her. She sat up in bed-and a big, white thing rose up at the foot of her bed. Helen gasped and became motionless and the ghost became motionless, and the two stared at each other. There was just enough light to see something white, but not light enough to see anything in detail. Just for two seconds the two stared, then Helen dived under the bed clothes. Soon she pushed out and saw nothing. She sat up in bed again. Slowly from the foot of the bed rose the white thing. T 1 Twenty-One '-- ...I gg

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Bl Twenty The 1HlIirrnr----- much grieved that he could hardly speak, but he managed to stammer, ' ' All right, Coach. Jimmie went half dazed through the remainder of his classes. Al- though he was willing to do everything he could for the good of his school, coach 's words dealt llllll a severe blow. Friday night was an ideal night for basket ball. It was cold, and there was a snappy northwester blowing. The gymnasium was packed. Every seat was filled, and some of tl1e spectators were standing. Jim- mie went into the dressing-room, dressed, then went and sat on the sub bench. He felt down and out. The game started out fast. For ten minutes neither side scored. The guarding was faultless. Then Bill Reed got a basket. Tl1e hall was filled with cheers. But this atmosphere quickly changed. An Atlanta player was dribbling down the fioor when Bill deliberately and nastily tripped him. This offense was repeated two more time by Bill. The spectators from Atlanta and Westfield both openly gave their opinion of him. Westfield stood for clean sport. lt was about two minutes before the end of the half. At the beginning of the second half Jimmie was put in. As before, as soon as the ball was near the basket, it was intercepted by an oppos- ing player and sent back up the floor. Players on both sides tried long shots to no avail. There were but a few minutes to play when an Atlanta player got a basket. The Atlanta boosters were wild. On a foul Atlanta made good. Tl1e score was 3-2 in favor of Atlanta. Jimmie knew that there were but a few more minutes to play. He started dribbling down the floor with a husky Atlanta guard pounding after him. Trusting to luck Jimmie threw from the center of the floor. As the ball arched straight for the basket, a hush went through the auditorium. Just as the referee blew the whistle, the ball dropped through the basket for the winning of point of the game. The game was talked of and talked of. It was the first time in three years that Westfield had beaten Atlanta. Bill received a great raz- zing from the coach, team and pupils of Westfield High School. He had shown in the game with Atlanta that he lacked the spirit that every team--whether high school, college or professional must have- the spirit that makes the players play clean. -uf' 's

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L+ if l' ., The Mirror - - Who, or what are you? Whispered Helen. No answer. Answer me! commanded Helen pointing her hand at the ghost. It made a faint movement, but gave no answer. I can 't stay here with you at the foot of my bed, shivered Helen and she began to creep out of bed. The ghost made similar movements, but before she had reached the floor it had vanished. Helen groped around and found a match and lighted the gas. Naturally she saw nothing of the ghost, but on the Wall opposite her bed Was the big mirror from downstairs. Her mother had put it there while Helen Was at school, and since Helen had not been home since then for her mother to tell her, she had seen a ghost You see! That goes to prove what I said last night about a ghost being a case of nerves, dreams, too-active imagination, or circumstan- ces, said Helen after she had told her chums about it the next day. a.. ,. ,. Ill it Twenty Two , , , , ,