Murray High School - Crest Yearbook (Murray, UT)

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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

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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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.. .-., .- N- ',, , .. V. .. ,,. , 1 A .giiwi ' fam, .. . -v f f ....,g,. . ,.. , ..,..,..f,.-7.4 - - .. - .JAM-V U: - Oh, Well! it's a just punishment to you after last night. That noise was dreadful. ' Perhaps it Was, I said, but don't preach now, sister, dear- get me something to put on. I Want to see that race. I haven 't anything except some dresses and one of aunt's. You don 't expect me to go to the race with you dressed like that, do you? Who will know the difference? I asked. Why, anyone could tell, and besides, you haven 't any shoes and your hair-and We haven 't any extra hat. I've got it, I replied. Borrow three dollars from aunt and hurry to the store and buy a pair of coveralls. After receiving the coveralls, which were about six sizes too large around, I found my shoes were also gone, but thank goodness my vest was left, which contained the tickets. I sent Sis down to borrow a pair of the janitor 's shoes. On her arrival she brought back a pair of shoes -size 10, at least-with hob nails in them the size of thumb tacks. Here, Sis, is your ticket. You had better go or you'll be late, I'll see you after the race. I'm not fit to be seen with you. After dressing I looked a fit dude for the garbage can, but neverthe- less, I was going to see that race. Descending the stairs, the hob nails in my shoes made enough noise for a herd of cattle. As I left the door I heard the recorder bust into a fit of laughter. When I ordered a taxi I heard the chauffeur remark: Gee whiz! The steel strikers must have received another raise. By this time I began to feel like a piece of cheese in Lake alley. I had ridden about three blocks when bang! a tire blew out. So I decided to Walk, hoping to get to the race in time. Imagine yourself Walking down Main street in a pair of coveralls that were too large and a pair of shoes the size of box cars. As I rounded the corner I heard someone say: Hey, Fred, are you going on shift?,' I turned around and, to my surprise, there stood one of the gang of the night before. You lizzard, I replied, cough up those clothes or I'll knock a bale of hay out of you. He just replied: Oh, cool off or you might hurt yourself. Where did you get that outfit, what is it, the latest on Broadway? Yes, I replied, it's one of those evening dress suits you wear in the coal yards. I have been waiting here for you for half an hour. I saw your sister and she said you were coming, so I took pity on you and got your clothes inside of this store, and you can change, Make it snappy, be- cause it 's now 10:50. Listen, if they ask you how you got your clothes, tell them you got wise through the bell-hop. So long, see you later. LYNN NIILLER, '21. S 1 , Wim f . Wsnausijjv