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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
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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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1 1 ' 'll i Lu-1:11924 IN l-k: 4-- -4: The Night I Forgot to Make the Candles is the name of the next story. It won first place among the B9 stories. Ila Andirst, the author of this story, will read it. .' .-..-s-.l- TI-IE DAY I FORGOT TO MAKE CANDLES lBy lla Andrist, B9 Winner of,First.PlaceI Oh, Grandmother, said Betty Jean, as she climbed on'her Grand- mother's dap and kissed leer withered cheek. You promised to tell me a story today. . I Yes, dear, answered her Grandmother, I0.0IC1Ilg' down into the beaming face of Betty Jeang I have been waiting for you. What shall it be today? Q Oh-let's see, said Betty, scowling down at the rug as lf she wanted the rug to tell her what it would be. 'The Day I Forgot to Make Candles', and, with a little laugh to the rug, she snuggled down in Grandmother's lap to be ready for the story. Why, Betty, you can say it frontwards, backwards and sideways, and still you ask me to tell it to you, and with a smile she kissed Betty's rosy cheek. ' I know, Grandmother, but I think it is the finest of them all. All rightg it shall be as you wish, and Grandma leaned com- fortably against the high back of the big chair. . It was around the middle of November when Mother told me that Daddy and she had to go to town, a distance of ten miles, to buy some groceries. As the ground was covered with snow, they would and look after the house. not return that night, so I would have to care for the smaller children Just before Mother and Dad left, Mother told me to be sure and not forget the candles. I promised I wouldn't, and we waved to them till they were lost to view. The smaller children returned to the pro- cess of making a ship they had seen in a window the last time they had visited in the town, and I watched them for a while. It was early in the morning, so I said to myself that I could make the candles about noon. On the table there lay 'Uncle Tom's Cabin,' that Will had bor- rowed from the Jones boys, and I was about to pick it up and read when there came a knock at the door. I immediately went to the door, for I could not think who it could be. To my great surprise, there stood Mary Jones in the doorway, her cheeks aglow and a pretty smile on her face. She was the daughter of wealthy parents. All the children gave a glad scream and rushed over to her. She kissed little May and then was immediately hurried into the' room, with the younger children trailing in back of her and each doing his share of screaming and cheering. It was a great day for our family, when Mary Jones came to visit. Each time she would bring mysterious packages, which made it more exciting. The younger gayly helped her undo her wraps. . 'Now, children,' said Mary, getting on a chair and clapping her hands for silence, 'please do not come into the kitchen, for Agnes and I are golng to preparela surprise.' The children clapped their hands in glee and returned to the work of forming the ship. ' Mary and I soon came out with two large platters of candy. The children came and hugged Mary and the platter while she served a THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT
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