New Richmond High School - Yearbook (New Richmond, IN)

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An firming Spent Nunn in an 09121 Hunan , Y grandfather's house was deserted, no one had stayed there since his death, two years ago. I kept telling myself over and over again I wasn't afraid. The place belonged to me and I had a perfect right to E964 stay there if I chose. It was late, the night was bad and as no other place offered itself, there was where I made my way. I confess I felt a little nervous as I groped around in the dark for the keyhole, but once inside and the lights on, I began to feel comfortable. After making sure that all the windows were fastened and the door locked I went upstairs to bed. I must have been asleep several hours when I awoke with a start. I re- mained quiet for a few minutes, trying to divine what had awakened me, but I felt sure it must have been the wind. The wind had sprung up while I slept, and was now slashing the floor and rocking the old house in a terrible manner, banging doors and rattling windows. I was almost asleep again when there was such an awful crash, that I sat bolt upright in bed. The crash was followed by a death- like stillness, and then very faintly to my straining ears I caught the sound of some one slowly creeping up the stairs. What could I do there all alone in this big house? Silently I crawled .Jul of bed and hid behind an old chest and waited breathlessly. Still that slow monotonous tread on the stairs. Why didn't it either stop or come quickly. That slow, ghostly, continuous step was maddening, and yet it was coming nearer and nearer all the time. Now it must be at the top, yes, the door was opened inch by inch until it was opened wide enough for a man to squeeze through. I could only feel his presence in my room, for it was still too dark to see distinctly. What could onyone mean wandering around there in the pitch blackness of the night, for he made no effort to make a light. Surely, it was now coming in my direction, for I could feel its hot breath on my cheekg still I didn't move, I was as one who had been petrified, and then-- all was blackness. VVhen I came to the daylight was streaming in through the open window and my dear old friend Carlo was licking my hands and face in joy. Carlo, not liking the baggage room, had gotten loose and followed me here. By breaking in the window and coming up the stairs he had caused me to nearly die of fright. ' N. L., ,I7. Uhr 1352115 Hear Ed Hinton ring the bells- Rusty bells! What a world of servitude their jangling foretells. How they jangle, rangle, twangle, In the school house old quadrangle, VVhile the fiendish eyes that vie us Watch for sluggards than the pious. Countenanced with burning ire, Looking holes, holes, holes Thro' our cringing, quaking souls, While our timid little hearts, Beating, swelling, aching In the palpitating bosoms of us boys. H. M., '15. Page Twenty sei en

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what Mg Bug Saih Ahuui Glam It seems to me that things like cats Have no more business here than rate, Said my dog Shep to me one day, Wlieii we were lying on a bunch of hay. If they were gone away, you see, Thereid be more room for dogs like me. But they are always in the way, And I guess they'e here to stay. I know what I'd do if I could, I'd chase them all to Kittywood, So they never, never could come back And growl at me with bristled back. It's my opinion fget that?j There oughtn't be such things as cats. But still it is great fun for me To chase the mean things up a tree. G GB111' Elraining No pie, no cake, no pop, no cream, These are the rules of the basketball tcam. Early to bed and get lots of rest, F or it takes much training to do our best. Lucille Lovef' don't be angry with me, For Wediiesday we practice. Now don't you see We'd like to be there and sit with the rest, But it takes much training to do our best. -Ioe's place is forsaken by the basketball team, And of all his good eats we only can dream. We canit have dates with the girls down west, For it takes much training to do our best. Keep up in your classes, for it's sure to tell, If all these things are not done well. Obey all the rules and don't think them jest, For it takes much training to do our best. T17 ? J. C.xA 5 Page Twenty-six

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