Oroville Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Oroville, CA)

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I V I A week’s trial. Then if you are satisfactory, the last day I’ll hire you. Remember, now. one week. Next morning Mark was up with the birds looking lor news. news, news! That night he wondered how the other reporters had found news and he had not. The second day he decided to postpone the work in the streets and study, other papets. All day he studied hard. Nevertheless he could not find an account of anything that had happened similarly in Fairville. Next day he was on the lookout for news such as he had read in the other papers. The neighbor’s little girl ran away, but she came back again; that was all. Night came at last. Still Mark had written nothing. So the next day and the next day passed, till finally the last day of Mark’s week had come. In the morning he took matters calmly, ever on the alert for news. As he passed a lar-se rose bush he heard Willie Morse crying on the other side of the bush. Mark loved children and he loved to settle their troubles. When he was seated comfortably by Willie’s side, the child told Mark of his poor dog. When Willie fell asleep. Mark planned a news item of Willie’s trouble. He did not consider his item worth printing, but he wanted to show llelmont that he had not forgotten the bargain. Next morning when Mark read the ‘Star” he found the following news item: WOODROW WILSON HELD A PRISONER. Trap Thought to Have Been Set By People of This City. May 16.—Woodrow Wilson, a dog belonging to William Morse, was yesterday the victim of a steel trap in Mr. Benot's hen house. Due to the absence of anyone at the Benot home, poor Woodrow suffered for some time before he was loosed by William. It is believed that in the course of a few days the victim will recover. Anyone wishing to call on Woodrow, should go to William’s home. When Mark entered the office. Belmont greeted him with: You’re my finished reporter.” “Which way?” The way you get paid, of course.” 4 KATE LAMPHIEAR. '18.

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pitiful little group encamped on the seashore. Unable to withstand the pleading look she had seen In the pilot's eyes, she wrapped herself in the great wolf-skin coat, tiptoed out of the house and almost ran through the storm to the little boat. So quiet had been her exit that not even a bark fiom the house dog betrayed it. Suddenly a glad shout rang out above the din of the I ▼ I A storm. It awakened Carina’s father who arose and followed the sound. This was the picture that met his eyes: Carina’s hands rested on the head of the sick boy from whose face the signs of suffering had already disappeared. Devoutly the two fathers joined hands in recognition of the power of the Wonder Child who would henceforward be free to use her gift. • —LURLINE SMITH. ’17. Tlie Finished Reporter Mark Benot sought employment. He had almost given up hope when he caught a glimpse of the Fairville “Star ’ ottice far up the street. The Star” was the only newspaper printed in the town. While he walked toward the office he thought of his last English tfacher and how she had told him he ought to study Journalism. At the office he met a man neither small in circumference nor very great in height. Mr. Belmcnt. Wi en Mark took the seat Belmont motioned him, he did not know that he was soon to learn whether the twinkle in Belmont’s eye meant wf;t or humor. “So you want to try out, do you? Have you done any writing since you tinished high school last year?” Why, urn—some. Not much, though.’’ Belmont's face became grave, but his eyes fairly flashed. May I ask what w'as the nature?” Mark -was white—he looked at the floor, but it didn’t open. He looked at the ceiling, but it didn’t fall. Then he said. “Love letters.” Mark did not even wait to say good-day, but bolted for the door. Oh, come back,” he heard someone say, and Belmont had Mark by the arm. Belmont rubbed the smile off his face and half whispered to Mark: I once wrote those .same things. Best kind of practice. I shall give you just one 23

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HEA RD ON Awakened from a doze by a loud hearty laugh from the man across the aisle from me, I turned to see what was the cause of the mirth. A tall, well-knit young man was reading an Item from a Chicago newspaper to a friend who was sitting opposite him. Spitzenburg Hurtzenburg. January 20: Rudolph Spitzenburg. and Rosie Hurtzenburg, both of Chicago, were married by Pastor Robenhurst of the German Lutheran church. Then the man burst into another hearty fit of laughter and told his friend this story. One evening when Mr. Hurtzenburg returned home from his office, Rosie came into the sitting room where he was reading a newspaper. Pretending to be busy arranging some books, she asked if Rudolph had spoken to him that day. Hurtzenburg took a few puffs from his German pipe and said. Yes.'' Rosie then impatiently asked what he had said. Hurtzenburg turned his paper around, shook the ashes out of his pipe, refilled it and lit it. Every different move he made caused Rosie to become more impatient and just as she was going to repeat the question he said, ‘Rosie, what do you find to like in that fellow? He only gets fifteen a week and you know Coleman's dry goods company would not raise his wages.’ 2i A. SMOKER gH I 7 I A Rosie, not wanting to discuss the matter turned the subject to her father’s favorite pastime, 'German Pinochle.’ After a while Hurtzenburg said. 1 was playing pinochle with Jacobiwich and young Swartzenson and that Shafscoph (sheepshead) made me lose the game to Jacobiwich when he should have lost, because he bid four hundred and Swartzenson made a fool’s play that caused Jacobiwich to win the game when he only needed three hundred to get out. But the worst of it was that I came out a so. but because he was bidder his points counted first and he won.’ The gestures he made and tone of voice he used made Rosie want to laugh and to prevent herself from doing so she hurriedly left the room just in time to bump into young Spitzenburg entering. She told him not to go into the room because her father was not in the best of humor and told him the reason why. Young Spitzenburg laughed and said. Youi father cares more for pinochle than he does for anything else and if he loses he takes it more to heart than if he had iost a large amount of money.’ The talk went on in this way for about a half hour and then Spitzenburg left with a well formulated plan of action in his head. After leaving the house he turned his steps toward the 5