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

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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

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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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pl -l - 1 44 3:3 , 'pn 1 l 'ilxuuzzuza ' IN LXI- -- -4: around the farm, the catching of the chicken for his Sunday dinner had fallen to me. I walked gloomily out to the chicken yard, went inside, sat .down, and watched our dozen chickens busily snatching and pecking in the dirt. Well, I thought, sitting down will never get me any chickens, so I stood up. Then I wondered if I should sneak up on them or make a runing attack. I decided upon the latter, and with one grand rush I dived into the midst of them. Feathers flew everywhere, and two minutes later I emerged, scratched and peeked, empty-handed, and very angry. Next I took a long pole and very carefully herded all the chickens except one into the hen house. The chicken left outside was the one I had decided to catch. .. Maybe I can hypnotize him by looking him in the eyes, I thought, for I had read somewhere that men sometimes caught lions by that method. After several attempts I gave up, because I found I could not see both of his eyes at the same time, moreover, he always turned his tail upon me and ran. After I had run around the yard about ten times chasing that chicken, I went in the house, where it was cooler, to think of some- thing else. Ten minutes later I emerged, carrying a small rifle over my shoulder and a box of cartridges in my hand. I was going to shoot him. I knew I was a poor shot, but I thought I could hit him at least once with all the bullets I had. I aimed straight for his head. Bang! The chicken stood there. Bang! Again I missed. Bang! Bang! Still he was running around the yard, and finally, after all but one of my bullets were gone, I stopped firing. I looked at the chicken, and oh, how angry he made me when I saw him laugh at me! You don't think I can hit anything, do you? I said, well, you just watch me. I then aimed at an apple' on an apple tree about one hundred yards away. I pulled the trigger and, to my surprise, the apple lay on the ground, split in two. by the bulelt. I turned to the chicken and found that he had died with amazementg so the preacher had his chicken that Sunday. ,151- Radio Station S.S.S.- The Voice of Education Owned and Operated by'Sentous Junior High School, Inc. Radio Super Station S.S.S. t.1.5. . Dear little friends, this concludes our program for tonight. Good night and sweet dreams. Radio S.S.S. THERE IS N0 SUBSTITUTE FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT