Northeast Junior High School - Buccaneer Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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lUl.S'3 'Ni Qixf-ffvfxi ' - The Faithful Guard PRIZE STORY OF SUB-FRESHMEN ALFRED TOSSPAN ' The hills of Montana were full of wolves, and the strongest traps could not hold them, only a few were caught in a single day. The wolf is crafty, greedy, and ravenous. It preys mostly upon sheep for food. Near Kalispell, in northwestern Montana, was the ranch of I. C. Donelson, a well known man about the country, who made a good deal of money in sheep raising, but the sudden coming of hundreds of wolves from Canada for no reason at all, had slack- ened up his yearly income. One night as he sat in his comfortable home in a soft cush- ioned chair by the fireplace, his faithful wolfdog, Lightning, by his side, the out -of doors was full of misery with the rain almost a clondburst and the wind threatening. With his large herd of sheep in the corral, and the gates securely bolted for the night, Mr. Donelson sat thinking. Lightning at the moment, was as still as a log, but at the sudden bang of a door, he cocked his ears straight up listening for a second bang. Another bang, only half as loud, came to his ear. He gave a low growl, and his mas- ter eyed him suspiciously, and then asked, What's the matter, old boy? Another slow growlf was uttered from the deep lungs of Lightning, and as quick as a flash his head and watchful eyes were turned toward the door -opening on the path to the barn some distance away. Did you hear' something, old boy? his master asked anxiously. Lightning leaped up toward the door, and before his master could speak another Word, was clawing at the knob. He gives me the creeps, but he senses danger, and I thought I heard a door bang, said Mr. Donelson to himself. I'll go out and see, but it might be some of the boys. In a few hurried moments, Mr. Donelson had bundled up in his rain clothes, grabbed his rifle from the wall, opened the door, and passed into the threatening storm. As they neared the barn, Lightning lowered himself and crept slowly and cautiously to the barn. His master, a few feet behind, was holding his rifle straight ahead, when the door slowly opened. Both man and dog stood breathlessly, expecting the form of a man to come into view. A man? No, it was a wolf that they saw. It had been prowling around for shelter. As the head appeared, Donelson pulled the trigger, and the wolf staggered and fell to the ground. The shot aroused the boys, and in a few moments they were all close around the wolf inspecting the body. You boys should have been on the job instead of sleep- ing, Mr. Donelson said. But the danger's over now, so why worry? Let's all go in and have a glass of wine. After the beast had been carelessly' thrown into the corner of the barn, the boys passed hurriedly through the slackening rain to the house. The next morning brought sunshine down upon the earth's surface. The events of the night before were almost forgotten. The spring joy was within the hearts of everyone on the ranch. After an early breakfast the day's work began. The first thing was to drive the sheep up in the hills for Lightning to guard. With the help of most of the boys, Mr. Donelson was able to place the sheep safely in Lightning's care. Towards dusk that evening, Lightning noticed a huge grey wolf sneaking upon a lamb. Down deep in Lightning's heart there was a feeling, which if expressed in words, would have been, That wolf shall die. With an action that gave him his name, he dashed through the flock of sheep towards the wolf . He was upon him in a few seconds, and fighting to a finish. Lightning's teeth were now deep in the wolf's throat. As the wolf fell, Lightning gave his signal cry. In a few moments Mr. Donelson. his boys, and several neighbors were on the scene. George Kelly, a neigh- bor of Mr. Donelson, was the first to speak. Why, that's the leader of all wolves in this country. Do you realize we will be bothered no more by wolves? Everyone agreed with him, and his statement was true for in a few days there was not a wolf in the country, thanks to Lightning, the faithful guard. fl ,4?3 lelfwxjw pw ,9v L o Sixty

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IDlS.'E rX1.r-4: Q The Ghost Ship PRIZE FRESHMAN POEM VIRCIINIA POTTER Strong blow the galeg howl the fierce typhoong Loud crashing thunder heralds night's noon. Lo, through the darkness flashes a lightg What strange phenomenon stalks tonight? Hark! 'tis the Ghost Ship wandering hereg 'Tis ill omen if it anchors near. Each man, his place on deck or below! With the Ghost Ship near, what storms may blow? The gray hulk dippedg empty it seemed. In the round-house a ghastly light gleamed. The Ghost struck fear in the hearts of meng There's been such a ship since time began. 'Twas visioned by seamen long ago, Seen in the mists of each storm to blow. You have a Ghost Ship, and so have I, We see its gray hulk on each blue sky. Only the fear of what might happen, Spoiling the joy, making all misshapeng Your Ghost Ship's not real, neither is mine, Still it rides high seas, till the end of time. kbs -KQ,. 1'wX ow Exiov Fifty-nine

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JT - Signs of Spring PRIZE SUB-FRESHMAN POEM HARRY ABELI, VV hen the sun comes out, and the snow goes away, And the days grow longer from day to day. VVhen the toys are broken that Santa did bring- These are a few of the signs of spring. VV hen the boys send the baseball high in the air, And the girls go singing with never a care, VVl1en the children are swinging high in a swing- These are a few signs of spring. Wlieii the birds are singing up in the tree, Bringing cheerful messages to you and me, Anal church bells the Easter tidings ring- These are some of the signs of spring. Wlieii airplanes are sailing high overhead, And the tulip comes peeping out of its bed, VVlien the grass comes up so bright and green- Thesc are El few of the signs of Spring. VV hen Northeast Junior starts toward the top, The other schools are out of luck, cause we won't stop lfVhen Coach says, Soon we'll have a swimming team - These are a few of the signs of Spring. VVhen the grouchiest man comes singing a song, And everything seems to go merrily along, just think of this message I've tried to bring, And he happy and cheerful for this is spring. l.-ra-if -11 Kb .471 zafmxiw 9- 6-,rw Sixty-one