Morenci High School - Senior Yearbook (Morenci, MI)

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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.

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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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just Editing Luff as she sat knitting on her tiny porch. Her little home was perhaps the most pic- turesque in Somerset Valley. It was all white and gleaming with cool looking green shutters to add to its colonial beauty. Her sparkling cobblestone walk was bordered with spicy pinks and demure English violets. And 1116 garden, oh such a garden! It's tall holly- hocks, marigolds, moss roses. purple gentians, sweet peas a11d violets, were a beacon of gorgeous light to beauty- seeking tourists. A Grandmother looked over the top of her glasses, as she heard footsteps coming heavily up the walk. Norma Shearson, grandmother's only daughter, walked heavily to- ward her. Hello, dearief' Grandmother called cheerily. HHello, came back the reply, but a little gruffly. Norma sat down. looked at the floor and commenced ruffling up the sand at her feet. Then the storm came. Tears welled up in the soft blue eyes of the younger woman. and a small.. wrinkled hand patted her shoulder softly. Tell me, Norma, said the soft voice. i'lt'sf-it's Bobbie I came back the reply with a sob. Why, what's the matter with the child? Has he caught some disease? Or did he take a cold when he fell in the river Saturday? Tell me, dearie. and I will get my herbs and come right over. No, it isn't a case that herbs can cure, mother. It's his schooling. The principal just called on me. And he's going to expel him if he don't study harder. Oh, it's aw- ful! And to think it's my own son. He won't get his Al- gebra' and he hates 'Foreign Language' But if he is ex- pelled. if he is, it's going to be a terrible disgrace. What will I do? 5505-D9 HE sunshine smiled down on Grandmother ll fi J 0 X431 Just leave it to me. dcarie. I will see Bobby, and don't worry. Bobhie's a good boy. Why, I have known him all his life and have never known him to do wrong. He'll make good. I know he will! f Norma left much relieved and Grandmother Luff put up her knitting and went into the house. Noon came, and so did Bobbie. As he went by the house, Grandmother hailed him. He was glad, for he loved Grandmother dearly and he cleared the steps with a single bound. Bobbie stayed for lunch, and then they talked, first about every- day subjects and then about school. Bob's brow contracted in a deep frown at the very thought of it and he kicked viciously at the rug. l-ie had been failing noticeably in his work for the past two months. His Algebra teacher did not understand him. Bobbie was in class, that's true, but his mind was elsewhere. The trees, birds and flowers fascinated him. He was fishing for trout instead of making a X b equals ab. It was worse yet in his foreign language class. The in- structor, a fussy, little man, admitted he was absolutely hopeless. In fact. he was just drifting. Drifting through lite, bored and tired of it all.. He couldn't get ahead. Just drifting. Perhaps the first thought was that he was- taking the wrong course. But it was not, so. To change the 00111788 would mean the rcarrangement of the whole routine of classes. One student changing would invite more and the whole class would he in a wave of excitement continually. Of course. Bob's argument was strong. What boy xl09Sll'fI have strong arguments? And Robert Shearson was every inch a true boy. Grandmother was a determined, although gentle woman, and when she said she would arrange things, the things WERE arranged. They talked and talked, and when Bobbie left, a broad smile was on his face. Norma Shearson heard no more about the troublesome subjects, only she did notice that her son spent a great deal of his time with Grandmother. The report cards when