Sentous Junior High School - Comet Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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ani figs!! 11 Y - J , rex-cum .g,k'-4,., ,J camp was excited. and we were not allowed to write home. At noon, in the mess hall, we received a mysterious note saying that they would get even with us. That night we were gathered around the flagpole telling stories, when a scout came running up and told the stable was on fire, All the scoutw quickly got buckets from their cabins. There al- ways is a bucket to each cabin. They ran down and formed a fire brigade and extinguished the fire. We then chased the man that made the fire, but did not catch him. Then we were posted two boys to a place. Another boy named Frank, who was a good friend of mine, and I were posted at a fork in the path. The place where Frank and I were posted was a very dangerous cne, and all the protection we had was my scout knife. We were given orders to stay where we were no matter what happened unless a mari crime alorg the road. When we were going down, we attacked a man but found him to belong to the camp. Our password was Be a scout. , After about an hour we heard shooting that lasted another hour. Then we heard the password, Be a scout. We found we had beaten the bootleggers, and only one of our men, the chief, was wounded. He was not hurt badly, but he had a bullet in his shoulder. That night he was sent back to St. Louis. In the morning I had the biggest surprise of my life. After break- fast the Scout Executive told us it was only a joke. Nothing was true. Everyone nearly fell through the floor. Just a few boys, then all the scouts, said, I knew it all the time. 5 Louis Fisher, winner of first place among the B8's, will now read his prize story, Spotty, the Baldy Eagle. Louis is a member of Mrs. Millar's English class. SPOTTY, THE BALD EAGLE fBy Louis Fisher, B8 Winner of First Placel I was born in a nest on a high crag away from panthers, snakes and ot er animals that might do harm. The bald eagle is known for his tremendous reserve supply, with which they can cliirb dazzling heights with ease. However, my father was no exception, as he lacked none of the good qualities of a bald eagle. I had often seen my father Crift through space and longed for the day when I would be taught to fly. After being in the nest for three months my training began. I was taught to fly high in the air till l sighted my prey. which was usually a mouse or small birdg then swoop down and grab it in my talons, which were like swords. I had barely finished my training when my father failed to come home. I became worried. My mother sent me to bed, assuring me he was all right. Next morning, when my father still failed to come, my mother went out to hunt for him. When she was on her quest she' heard he had been caught by a hunter and taken where he was kept in a large cage. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT

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.I e 1 .Q 2:1 g O Lu-azure -l.LJ....- .J Our second story will be read by Leonard West, an A7. Leonard will read for you his story, called Camp Irondale. Leonard is in Mrs. Grif'f'ith's English class. His story placed first among the A7's. CAMP IRONDALE fBy Leonard West, A7 Winner of First Placel In July, two years ago, I took a trip to a camp in the Ozarks, seventy-two miles south of St. Louis. When I arrived, the scouts that were still there from the other section, made fun of us and called us Rookies The Scout Master told us what cabins to take. Our eight were put in number four. After a few days' stay, they got us up one night and said, The mess hall is on fire. I didn't know anything until I got there. Every- body quickly formed a fire brigade and put it out. Three days later we took a hike up to Red Rock mountain, or rather to the foot of it to Camp Sudden, another camp belonging to Camp Irondale. Everyone had a hard time getting through the wilderness, which was filled with thorny vines, forests, rivers, and small clifs. We took a swim in one of these rivers, which greatly refreshed us, because it was a hot day-about one hundred and five degrees in the shade. The next day we climbed the mountains and had a splendid time. That night we played Dicky, Show Your Light. There were four Dickies that took flashlights and went into the forest to shine them. You would think this easy, but it wasn't, because there were so many lightning bugs that you could not see his light. I would have enjoyed this, had it not been for my sore feet. We arrived at the main camp near night and took another hike-a nature hike. After a while we reached a sign that said, Keep out or be shot. We accepted the challenge and went in. After walking a while, we came to an old house with a still near it. We thought it deserted, but soon saw a man, with a gun in his hand, standing as if listening. Then, all of a sudden, he fired in the air, then at us, but missed. Part of us ran to a fence and the other half stayed to watch. I went with the ones that ran to the fence to guard the road. After an hour of patient waiting we were rewarded by seeing a car coming down the road that led to the old house. The road had ruts of about a foot deep in some places, and some of the cars got stuck. From the road we saw scouts walking around the lights and knew they were the other half, so we went up to them. The car was a Chevrolet with a man and a boy in it. The scouts helped them out and got the license number. The man joined us, but the boy stayed in the back seat. Some boy caught a glimpse of bottles and a shotgun in the lack where the boy sat. Soon the car was out and gone, so we started back. After we climbed over the fence We held a council. We decided not to tell anybody at camp and keep out of trouble. When we we1'e ready to leave we saw the same automobile full of men going up the road. When we reached camp no one could keep the secret any longer. In five minutes everybody knew about it. The next day we got the sheriff and a few men from camp, and started for the Old House. Soon the sheriff attacked and caught all the men. They destroyed the still and made the men,pay a fine of tive hundred dollars and leave the state within twelve hours. These hours began in the night. Everybody at THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT

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1 gi: 2 l H 1 is-.. rin-cum IN -1 LX1- ..- ..-I All the responsibility of raising me was on my mother's shoulders, but she faced it bravely. I was just growing into manhood, when my mother also failed to come home. I was told she had been killed. I did not till then realize what my parents did for me. Now I was alone, having no one to depend upon but myself. I realized the patience they had with me, but I was forced to face it the best I could. One day as I was out hunting for food I saw a large bird in a tree. Thinking how ggpd it would taste, I made a vicious thrust at it with my beak. Whatwas my surprise to find that a net had closed around me. I tried to get loose, but the net was made of fthe strongest fabric, and I felt faint. When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a large cage in a circus. I learned this was to be my future home for a time to come. It seemed that l had been in this cage a century. But I am now a full grown eagle, having been in there only for a year of suifering. One day the keeper, as he put the food in my cage, failed to close the door securely. Seeing the door open, I walked out. My wings refused to work. I iiapped them vainly, trying to soar into the air, but they were too stiff from lack of use. The keeper, seeing me out of my cage, hurried toward me, but seeing my predicament, he ap- proached more slowly. Perhaps this is what saved my lifeg as he neared me my wings caught wind and I rose rapidly. He tried vainly to catch me, but it was of no use, for already I was fast regaining my strength, and I rose higher and higher. As the fresh air filled my nostrils my whole body trembled with gladness and excitement. Then I remembered 1ny father and mother and wondered if fate, too, had remembered them as it had favored me. Friends of radio land, this is Station S.S.S., broadcasting bedtime stories. We are presenting tonight the winners of the Souvenir Edition Story Contest. The A8 winner of first place was Virginia Ward. She will now read her story, Cassius ' lag.-l. CASSIUS fBy Virginia Ward, A8 Winner of First Placel Shakespeare has well described Cassius, as the lean and hungry man, who thinks too much, never smiles, and has a head full of dangerous ideas. Cassius, although a great leader himself, was very jealous of Caesar. He was at the head of the Conspirators. One of his very clever acts was to win Brutus over to the Conspiracy. Cassius was a great reader and also a close observer. He was not a lover of plays, but lived his life in gloom and in deep cogitations. He could not endure defeat, as is shown by the manner in which he accepted the defeat of his army. Rather than to acknowledge being conquered he forced his servant, Pindarus, to kill him. His parting words were: t'Caesar, thou art revenged, even with the sword that kgllgd thee, and this shorred that he Hnally had to admit the greatness o aesar. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT