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

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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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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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H 'ggi W g II I mm.. sc 5' .-Q-,. .1 portion to each little child. Mary and I soon were 'lost.in a book, while the other children crunched candy or put the finishing touches on the boat. And so the day passed quickly. It was getting dusk when Mary told nie her father would call for her in a short while. The last rays of the sun went down as we bade Mary goodbye and watched her disappear ove' the hill. I had com- pletely forgotten the candles while preparing dinner. While we were eating it began growing dark, so I went to get a candle. Suddenly I lemembered that I had not moulded them. I hattily tried to prepare the making of the candles, but it was already too dark. The smaller children cuddled close to me as we sat around the Hreplace. I tried to keep them quiet by telling them a story, but they would jump at a little noise and wish that Mother were home. Sud- denly there came a noise far oif, as if some horses were galloping, and they came nearer and nearer to the house, while the children huddled closer and closer around me. Then we heard somebody walking on the crisp snow. It would crackle and moan under the weight as the object went around the back of the house. There was a noise as if someone stumbled, and then-silence. ' I shook as I picked up enough courage to go into the kitchen and peek out the window to see who it was. It was very dark outside. All of a sudden the door flung open and a cheery voice said, 'Why, Agnes, what is the matter?' as I broke a plate and stumbled over a chair in my haste ,to get in,to.the other room. - 'Why, Father., how you frightened me,' I said, when I saw who it was. The story was-soon told about how Mother and Dad found the roads fairly good, so they returned that evening. Everything was all' right, for they,ha,d,b9ught some ,candles in town, but Mother told me' not to forget to make candles after this experience. j'Why,, ,Grandmoth'er, said Betty Jean, clapping her hands, that is the best you have' ever told it. Thanks, dear, answered her Grandmother, as Betty skipped away to tell the ,story to Lilberta, ,yvho had just arrivtd. ' ' 1 - 5,. The.A9r:te wini-first'place was Howard Rogers. His story is called Catching a 'Ghickeri for the Preacher's Dinner. He will nowread his story. ' ' .. I I CATCHING A' CH1e1gEN FOR THE PREACHE.R'S DINNER lBy Howard Rogers, A9 Winner of First Placezl ' ,A What a job! To catch a chicken for the preacher's dinner. 'tBut, -mother, I exclaimed, you know I'm not quick enuogh to catch a chicken. Of 'course you're,not, returned my mother, 'but you can't learn aiiy younger. Now, I wantthat chicken before ten o'clock, so hustle a ong. V , , . I have forgotten nearly all the things I thought of' as I walked out of the back door and in the direction of the chicken yard, for they did have a yard to themselves, but it was no easy job to corner one of them. I know I wished the preacher had a home of his own and would stop calling on the members of his congregation and staying for a week or so. This week was our turn, and of all the odd jobs THERE IS N0 SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT