Morenci High School - Senior Yearbook (Morenci, MI)

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crash, sparks flying around add confusion to the scene. The shrill cries of terror of women are heard amid the groans of the injured and dying. Above all this scene of confusion and terror the fire monster reigns supreme. The combat between fire and water is fierce. The crackling and roar drowns out the sizzling and splash of the water. One flame dies down only to have another take its place with defiance. It is dawn and the red-eyed monster proves himself the master. The crowd dispersesg the flames with one last taunt of victory leap sky-high in what seems like a roar of derisive laughter. and then die down. Off in the ristance the rumbling of the receding engines is heard, it grows fainter and fainter and is heard no more. It is dawn, the turmoil is over. Only a few people are remaining to offer help, to the injured who lie in huddled heaps on the grass. Where is the merry crowd? Where are the beautiful and laughing Women? Where is the music, the beautiful lighted building? All that remains are four blackened, ru- ined walls. The janitor awoke with a start, looked at his cold pipe and mopped his perspiring forehead with a large, red grimy bandanna. Thank my lucky stars, he murmured, it was only a dream. G. B. Ill.-XGINA'l'IONS .lust imagine Myrl F. in Golf Breen-hes. Imagine Vic K. in Short Pants. Imagine Glenn D. wearing a Plug Hat. Imagine lion S. in a Barrel. . Can you picture Eldena D. in a Hoop Skirt? Can you picture Esther M. and Bertha 0. with a beau? 4. l annieh Sophomore Class Story F course the house is haunted. Doesn't every- 'D QW body say it is? This outburst came from Dale Mercer, who was seated in the tree Q directly above me. Around me, lying in ks Q nervous positions on the ground, were 1-S' Roy Banks, Glenn Fox and Burton Wage1'. At the time we were discussing hotly whether or not a certain house in town was haunted. The house, which was on the edge of town, certainly looked haunted, but us boys were forever arguing over the matter. Which ever Way we argued, none of us would pass that house at night unless we had to. The talk grew hotter, as it always did, then: I say the house is haunted, said Glenn. I went past there two weeks ago and I saw something white in one Window. You're seeing things, came from Royg there never were any spooks and there never will be. What would a self-respecting ghost do in that old house. Tell me that. 0h. you don't know so muchf' Glenn shot back. A ghost don't like good houses. He wants an old one with the windows broken and boards loose. You know a lot about it. you do put in Dale. My grandfather know a boy who knew a boy that had an uncle whose father-'s house was haunted and he had to burn down the house to get rid of the ghost. Well. my great-grandfather saw a ghost once and would have caught it but. it vanished in the air, said Burton. You Q-an't catch a ghost. said Roy. There aren't any, so you can't catch any. I'll het I can catch one, burst out Burton. So can l, chiiued in Glenn and Dale. 'Well. why don't you try.'i I said, butting in.

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The elattcr of a horse-'s hoofs in the yard. Bang! i'olonel! Oh Colonel ! No longer is the house quiet and peaceful. The Colonel hurries intogthe living room. Hastily the kerosene lamp is lighted. Its brave light drives away the shadows. The Volonel glances at the clock. . t'Only twelve! What can anybody want at this hour? The voice outside calls urgently. The Colonel goes quickly to the door. He opens it. A man, covered with the dust of his long ride, thrusts a telegram into his hand. Quick, it's for Mr. Calvin Coolidge! The man steps into the house while the Colonel goes to the foot of the stairs and calls: Cal. Cal! In a few minutes Mr. and Mrs. Coolidge and the boys appear. The Colonel hands the message to Calvin. Quick- ly he tears it open and reads. Then he turns to the an- xiously waiting family. Mr. Harding is dead. I am to go to Washington at once. A gasp of surprise from the entire family followed this announcement. Washington I said Mrs. Coolidge. l'resideut! said the Volonel. The two boys merely stared. ' Yes, and I shall take oath at once. But first allow me to write Mrs. Harding. Picking up tlie pen Mr. Coolidge wrote a few lines to Mrs. Harding. He handed it to the man who had brought the telegram. Then he turned to his father.' ' - ' You are a notary? I 4- Yes. I - ' ' 75 The Uolonel reached to the table and got the Bible from which I'alvin's mother had always read to him. And in the light of the lamp. with his family and one stranger from the outer world. Ualvin Foolidge repeated afterffhis father the oath of office. At the last! l'So help me God from his son, old Colonelfi'oolidge bowed his head and said: Mary, your son has not failed you. '- - .Elizabeth Thompson. 1 7 ire :2? 'f-N J LL the rooms were lit up in the sumptuous hotel. The hall-room floor was crowded with gay whirling couples, and the shrill P laughs of the women heard above the din of the orchestra. Down in the basement in the furnace room, the janitor, tired with his day's work, tipped his chair against the wall so that his hack covered up the No Smoking sign. With a happy sigh he took out his blackened clay pipe. filled it with tobacco, lit it and gave the match a careless toss towards a pile of shavings. The janito1 s eyes commenced to blink sleepily. his head started to nod, finally it rested upon his chest. His snoring pro- 'claimed that he was asleep. 1 The pungent odor of smoke filled the air. The pile of shavings had caught fire. Eagerly the little, greedy flames licked up every shaving. and started to climb the wall. Soon the wall looked like a mass of fiery serpents. The janitor awoke with a start. saw his plight. and made a dash for the stairway. But alas! the fire monster had the upper hand. The stairway was full of dancing, mocking flames. With one pull of the fire alarm the jani- tor sank to the floor in despair. The flames danced and crackled around him in savage glee. A Outside the night was black and peaceful, Suddenly in a voice of terror the cry of Fire! rang out and seemed to rcverherate on the still air. Instantly the distant roar of the fire engines are heard. It grows louder and louder. It stops. A crowd gathers. Men are shouting out orders and advice. Now the fire monster is in all his glory. He sends mocking flames out the windows: he roars in his fury, and stands out in a strange and lurid contrast against 'the black sky: A ' f The air is full of flying bricks' and' burning embers, theiuner walls of the huildiuig collapse wiflra groan and

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For the next hour we discussed the best ways and means of capturing ghosts, and set the attempt for that night. Then we all went to dinner. - That evening about eight o'clock we all met on a street corner after each one had told his mother that he was staying at a friend's house for the night. From the corner we hurried to the house, but upon reaching the place our spirit for adventure failed. At last, after work- ing up eaeh other's courage. we went inside. Here we refused to separate. so all stood by while Bur- ton, Glenn and Dale, fixed their ghost traps. Burton propped open the front door and tied a rope across it. XVhen the ghost fell he would get it, Glenn had a rope las- so with which to lasso the ghost, while Dale refused to bother it at all. Having fixed the trap, we went into the center room and cowered together in one corner. Every time a Window creaked or any noise eamc we would start half out of our shoes with fear. There We sat in huddled fear and shivering, listening to the mice running in the room above. All at once, after what seemed hours of waiting, we heard something at the door. Then as something indis- tinct and white came gliding into the room, we left. Glenn forgot his lasso and jumped from one of the windows into a mud puddle. This. however, did not stop him in his flight for home. The rest of us dashed for the front door, where. tripping over Burton's rope, we rolled from the poreh and. picking ourselves up, dashed for home. in safety. The next morning. immediately after breakfast was over. we assembled in l'Jale's back yard, far from the laughter of the older folk. As we sat there thinking of the past night's events, a dog which we had never seen before trotted past the yard, and, strange to say, that dog was il nice, pure White. We all looked doubtfully at each other, but none of us spoke. When the dog had passed from sight we solemnly agreed that the house was haunted and took up a new argument. l was not the first to 1'l1Il.H said Glenn, Oh no. you wasnt jeered Dale. t'Rats. said Roy. we all ran. And that's that. A. N. 'Cllhe High School 2Hz1Ilnfne'en Qgartg The High School instead of having the annual High School Fair decided to have a Hallowe'en party, which was held October 31, 1924, at the school building. All parties attending came masked and the evening do- ings will long be remembered by all. Among the various masquerade costumes Fletcher Bishop as the Hunchback of Notre Dame received the first prize. A few games were played in the main hall, after which, all gathered in the assembly room where the apple, paper and weiner races made much enjoyment for all. Pumpkins and corn fodder were used as decorations. Popcorn and apples a plenty were served as refresh- ments. The Student Council had charge of all arrangements and so remained after the party to clean up the popcorn, broken apples and pumpkins. A. M. 11 First Freshman-'tHow far are you from the answer? Second Freslnnan- Two seats.