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

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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

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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 '-51,5 1 I Lx-urn: V 4' -- THE POETS' HOUR 8:00 P. M. to 9:00 P M. Radio SfCl.lf'i07L S.S.S.- The Voice of Ecluf'ation Owned and Operated by Sontous Junior High School, Inc. Radio Super Station S.S.S. Qear friends of radio land, you will now have the opportunity of hearing the results of the semi-annual poetry contest conducted by the Comet As the contest was carried on through the English de- partment, three teachers, Mrs. Millar, Mrs. De Kruif and Mrs. Olds, formed the rules. The contestants were given one month in which to prepare their poems. Many interesting pieces of work have been submittd. But, as we stated in the rules at the beginning of the con- test, only three places are given in the awarding of honors for poems. The judges chosen to decide upon the merits of Sentous' budding poets were members of our faculty here. Miss Bullock, Sentous' Li- brarian, was chief judge. She was assisted by Miss Draper, Sentous' favorite history teacher, and by Mr. Knight, Sentous' famous mathe- matics teacher. - Dear friends of poetry, it gives us great pleasure to present to you the winners of the Souvenir Poetry Contest. This contest is carried on each semester, and places are given only to the three best poems turned in. The pictures of these winners appear in the photographic section of the Souvenir. - There were seventy-two poems submitted. The poem winning first place was Written by Fuji Sugahara, a B8. The name Sugahara is well known to Sentousites, who Well remember certain fine accom- plishments in class room and in sports carried on by brothers of little Fuji. Fjui herself is a fine student. She is in Mrs. Griffith's English class. She will now read her poem, which won first place among all the poems submitted by contestants this semester. ii..-Sli, CALIFORNIA Iwinning First Place in Poetry Contestl California, the greatest state of all, As We hear its bells ring out the call. To gorgeous mountains and valleys wide With beautiful scenery from side to side. There are rivers and oceans bright That always glisten by day and night. The golden sunset's bright array Of lovely colors harmonious and gay. Red, gold, silver, blue and tan, Reminding us of old Japan. We hear the birds chirping all the day As we go along the roadside way. We pass the tiees in orchards iine, Enjoy the roses and the v'ines.I In beauty, climate and all the rest, God made California the best. I Fuji Sugahara, B8. THEREQIS NO sUBs'rrrUrE ron sonooi. SPIRIT'