Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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,,,,, ,H ., fi, .1,ff-1,,.,ffmfW jsp.: 1- fp. -'wean P ,fW'2,fgi1' LIIERLTUKE I rw- ----- :.:':-W-y I L 3-gs, Zgfk ,ff-i Y I f E 231 :HFS is .Slit iw-15? A Y re' FE' .25 ffif' VJ'S,1! 7 715 ' .: ?i' 1MnluPa We were surveying near the Sagman river at the time, Bill and myself. J The side we were working on sloped toward the river and was bare of trees and so exceedingly muddy. I was driving stakes when I real- ized that it was growing dark. I looked at my watch and found it was half-past four. Let's call it a day, Bill, I said as I glanced at the sky, which was a muddy color and promised snow. Bill answered without raising his head. Only got a little more to do, and besides, it 's not as muddy on the other side of the river. ' An instant later a long, solitary howl sounded off to our right. Bill, sweat- covered and muddy, looked up. I'm ready to go any time, said he, that fellow sounds hungry to me. . That long howl that carries so far and makes the mountaineer glad to be close to his fireside, had made us both freeze in our boots. We picked up our instruments and started up the stream to the bridge. By this time a dozen howls had sounded to the right and be- hind, which informed us that a good-sized pack was gathering. HThose wolves are out for blood tonight, I heard Bill whisper under his breath. Yes, and we are the blood, I returned with a quiver of excitement in my voice. Don't worry, said Bill, Uthey're half a mile back and not coming yet. Despite our anxiety to hurry, it was impossible to travel faster than a walk, because of the thick mud on our boots. I heard Bill cuss under his breath as he stumbled over a hidden stump. Let's throw our tripods up on this bank. Yes, and have them stolen by some hobo Indians tomorrow, Re- turned Bill. c Indians or no Indians, I declared as I tossed my tripod up on the bank, I'm going into camp light. We could tell by the howls all coming from one place that the wolves had packed and had now picked our scent. By this time Bill was S .a.,.,.- Hmmm.

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x ' as A 5 1:1-,...:-xA.:-v.,1 ' 1 .f JL, gi THE IDES OF MARCH The Freshies gave a splendid St. Patrick party the 17th of March. Decorations were carried out in green and white. Ferns were placed around the room. Green and white colors were worked out in the re- freshments as well as decorations. Games and dancing were features of the entertainment. We were very well assisted by the following faculty members: Mrs. Fleming, Miss Keate, Miss Ware, Mr. Gardner, Mr. Russon, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson and Miss Hartley. THE CHRISTMAS TREE PARTY The Seniors were the honored guests at a Sophomore Christmas party, December 22, 1919. It proved very enjoyable and the Sophomore entertainment committees' fears were soon abated when the 'dignified Seniors entered into the spirit of the affair. We don 't know what caused it, probably the mistletoe. The Senior boys still remember it. The center of attraction was a large Christmas tree, a real one, too, all gayly decorated and lighted, and gifts for everyone. Don 't you re- member? The Seniors do. After receiving their toys the jolly crowd retired to the gymnasium, where games and dancing were indulged in. Oh, boy! Did you say Hula, hula? Ask Miss VVare. Lastly-Eats. Those Sophs certainly are there with the eats. Too bad for the fellows that were training. MARCH NINETEEN March 19 proved the date of one of our most splendid parties, and members of the class will readily recall the party for a long time to come. Our class gathered in the gymnasium on the afternoon of March 19 for a few hours of frolic. In the far corner of the gym was a booth, artisti- cally decorated in green and white, our class colors, where doughnuts and punch were served. A splendid program, followed by games and dancing, furnished the entertainment for the rest of the afternoon. Every seventh grader who was there will never forget the games, especially the suit-case race. We are sorry, but we blush even yet when we think of it, boys. A HALLOWEEN PARTY Halloween night found the eighth grade revellers out in the cold. Maybe Dick was afraid to venture forth that night. However, he did turn up and let them in the gym building. As soon as We got warm our good spirit became livened and we re- tired to the gym to participate in games and dancing. Girls in Halloween caps and aprons served us delicious sherbet and cake.

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'--F Q .. I. if, i . I v A s , 1 thoroughly alarmed and also discarded his tripod. But, he said sooth- lllglyi rwe can climb a tree if they get too close. me H F stay there till we freeze and drop down to them, not for By this time we had reached the bridge, and, after crossing the stream and going toward camp, we went nearer to the bank for an easier path. As we reached a point about a quarter of a mile below the bridge the wolf pack swept past us on the opposite side. H?10'l111.d for the bridge and going twice as fast as we are, said Bill as we urrie on. i I never to this day have figured how we made that last quarter-mile into camp. IVe both fell several times, but always stumbled on. Within forty feet of the camp we both fell. I heard Bill weakly call for the cook in the shanty. A moment later the door burst open and the cook ran to our aid. Just as we stumbled into camp I turned and saw a scene I will never forget. A hundred yards away, just emerging from the forest, was a pack of wolves. All that could be seen of them in the dark were their slim, shadowy forms and. blood-red eyes. All night they stayed around the cabin, ate a deer that had been killed that morning, and did not leave until sunrise the next day. Roscon MILLER, '21. illllg Eating Ahuenturr When I took my aunt and sister to Pequot Hotel, the night before the Yale-Harvard boat race, I found the gang of Harvard boys there. They celebrated a good deal that night in the usual Harvard way. Some of the Harvard men had a room next to mine. About 3 a. m. things quieted down. When I woke up next morning it was broad day- light and I was utterly alone. The race was to be at 11 o'clock. I jumped out of bed and looked at my Watch--it was nearly ten! I looked for my clothes. My valise was gone! I rang the bell, but in the excitement downstairs, I suppose no one answered. What was I to do? Those Harvard friends of mine had a good joke on me in stealing my clothes and taking themselves to the race without waking me up. I don't know what I should have done in my anguish when, thank goodness, I heard a tap at my door, and went to it. Well, do hurry! CIt was my sister's voice.J Aunt won't go to the race, we 'll have to go without her. They've stolen my clothes, Molly-those Harvard fellows. :KI-IaVen,t you anything? she asked, through the keyhole. Not a thing, dear. 5 , c J -me T: ag