Salem High School - Clarion Annual Yearbook (Salem, OR)

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'-i. w :I .4 4h 9 u ?..q h,. u.. DEDICATION. To our superintendent, Mr. L. R. Traver, whose efforts have made possible the existence of the CLARION, as a token of our gratitude, we respectfully dedicate this issue. Photos by Tom Cronise, Salem. Or. Plates by Williamson-Haffner Co., Denver. Printed by the Statesman Publishing Co., Salem, 0!.

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s v Great Results Cannot be Expected Where Uprightness and Industry are Discarded.--T. T. Gear. Vol.1. SALEM, OREGON, JUNE, 1905. No. 8. Elmwood Phantoms EFFIE BOGGS, i07. tFirst Prize Storyi. LYDE, you remember the marshes we Visited last week? I meant to tell you then about the house which stood on the elevated land at the farther end of the swamp. When I first came to this country, fifteen years ago, I was asked to spend the evening with some young men about my own age. They told me to meet them at the Goblin House. I had heard of the place and knew where it was, but why they should choose such a place for a friendly chat was a mystery to me. Filled with curiosity and anxious to become acquainted with them and their amusements, I met them at the appointed hour and place. . The house, almost entirely covered with ivy and moss, gave no sign of life. An old cedar, whose out spreading branches almost hid the entrance, stood like a sentry. We climbed the rickety steps and entered. I was conscious of my surroundings and kept an eye open to the strange things which I saw. My companions seemed not to notice my shyness but talked and joked as if it were a common occasion. Passing through a long hall we came to a room comfortably furnished. I came to the conclusion that this must be their club room. I was not satisfied with this inviting place, when I had expected to see stranger sights within the walls of this tumble-down building. My thoughts must have expressed themselves outwardly, for the one who seemed to be leader suggested that they show their friend over the house. I was delighted at this, yet a feeling of fear crept over me. Not wishing to show my weakness, however, I gladly consented to be shown whatever there was of any importance to see. Keeping up their gay conversation, they lead the way through a rear door, which I had not noticed before, as it was hidden by a heavy drapery.