Siskiyou Union High School - White and Gold Yearbook (Weed, CA)

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J U N I E HONORABLE MENTION STORY The first dog we .kids ever owned was a little brown mongrel which we named junie. Junie was quite the dog. He had a short light brown coat, a long slender tail, and a fbx-like nose. He must have had a conglomeration of ancestors, among which were fox terrier and shepherd. From his terrier relations he inherited his pointed nose and his guar- dianship of our property. From his shepherd relatives he got his love to chase anything that moved. From somewhere in his vague family tree he inherited a wonderful intelligence. Junie was quite the watch dog. He even went so far as to threaten Mom with bodily harm when she reprimanded us for some misdeed. He would growl and gnash his teeth at her as if he were the one receiving the punishment. Before Junie was very old, he began to look upon himself as a more civilized human and, like most humans, he was susceptible to the horrible habits of the humanl race. At an early age he picked up the habit of smoking from the hay hands. Everywhere he went, he carried a straw or a chip in his mouth which he regarded as a cigarette. He was also stuck on sleeping inside the house in the rocking chair, covered with a sheepskin coat. He wouldn't think of sleeping outdoors with the common stock. Things were ine when he could push the kitchen door open and come in at will, but when we built the screen porch with its door swinging out, trouble started. Nobody wanted to go out every five minutes and open the door, and he definitely didn't want to stay outside. He would yell, growl, and tear at the door with his claws until you thought the thing was going to fall apart. Something definitely had to be done. One of the hired men had just the solution- he put a leather strap across the bottom of the door through which the dog could put his paw and pull open the door. - Like everything else Junie had to come to an end. This came about due to his habit of tagging along after us kids. He didn't see the car as it went whizzing by. V Bon HANNON, Tulelake High School. ,M ,i .7 ., 1 ...M K iQ,iE3u9,,,.,l - 1' ' ' M sssswilg W -- f .,,.,,,,.4, , 1 feng- . 5 . , .. Qs. .si fs ,zsthf Z5 SQSSQEQEQTSSQ 5: yt: :sas if tsiis tfss' 2: E f.1.f.'.ff1aii1Sfis11t12 Qeefriisfzsaiiwigsi 2, 1 gzmssmzizssss i i. .,.., W t fgxg f iizg- 5 5 5 33-.V I I. 3 ,-I., I te. MMM ' .M aetsvsmvy xg 1, i v 1 1 . - - - . H H A T 2 . i fflfl 1: ii.: ..,. ' E' , m 5:1 K 1 riaafifff HQNQR ABLE MENTION 4 ..s,.s.sW,s . -7 . -.awe-rims: .Ms vQf1 wW:ssks' .: 'Ts.ss:ftis'sk,asiamsmwsfws a sf -.'fsff2J. M-BENQW xgsssgmsn imwess-sywMrsg,gwss? Q ,..s 21 Ms.-:s: . ' .11 :ev q ' ,mi :iii :We ' fsZiff-QiisastmeksasstwewwisissmissiaziasigssiltgassWQ, ' lisa: p ef a - a 6 213523 . c fit V t 1 kgs... ,'.. Eg V - W JOE DAVIS - . W , 7 23g?fQQ23?ilEraslgs15r:.Qg :2s.ws3m1:fl1 H ', . , S ' ' f f McCloud High School 5 s 4 is , 5-gy.fg,1e'rJ. ,f.,s....,. ,svesw .,,.tss..,.. .aw . 5 , 1.,,.g:.,,,....,,V..,.-,ia , . sg s.v..3s2rgf:Ks,,i P T' . lii . .,.ss..sa.ss,Ws l 7 :gang ' l - W , 0 W 'WMQ1 4 bfi! E s'm?'f2sf?33i g. . ,r ...sssss f -H iff 1 5 ,..,:,.i+s,.,,Ms.et..,?i,?'f Yiisfe t me 4. 1 5 -1-51-5-:L- -,,. 'ml 'iifi wg ifjiiiiifgifis ,si 'Qi SW ,.2 'ifQLif2if3S2'?ffiiEi ' mag, , A ,, . ,,..,,m.m..m, S' f , , I .V WET .:. 1 fig ., ,-,jg .gfapgggi v:Q.I.gi:.sQ5:'riQ 3 1 .. K ez ' 'M'e1l'1fs :iff'.:,a.:1:..Qs::agam'W 'sW ,,.,v , . - .H s may , .... - V ef S5532-1-enggsifgee Q pn g ., 4 . . nf L -'-213. lf' . Ifyxy' -ff, - T .J I f .. Q , xg 25

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Oh, Pa, not reallyli' I've changed my mind. After all, a ruined life is a pretty terrible thing to have on one's conscigncef' Gee, if only he would come now. I'd better get ready. Miranda plants a big kiss on her father,s forehead and sails out of the room. She is nearly halfway up the stairs .doing two at a time, when a series of thumps, rattles, knocks, and squeaks followed by a loud blast on a somewhat ancient horn, announces the arrival of the Boy Friend. Miranda retraces her steps, this time doing three in a leap, and after opening the front door, shouts, Hi! Dan-the old car sounds pretty smooth tonight-Yeah, be ready in a minute, just gotta comb my hair. And believe it or not, Miranda, wearing the new dress, is seated beside Dan in his old Ford on her way to the dance in about ten minutes. Just shows what a girl can do when she's desperate enough fand young enoughj. NANCY WATK1Ns '47, McCloud High School. THE MURDERER'S SIDE SECOND PLACE STORY I, as you have probably guessed from the title, am a murderer. I am going to cell you of my exploits. First, I must tell you the motive, since all murderers have motive of one type or another. My rich relative on my Mother's second cousin's Great G'randfather's side by marriage has a will which he will change if I and the other two hundred and twenty heirs don't mend our ways. Because, you see, we're all a nasty lot. Something must be done about this. So comes murder. First, I thought of a big party -naturally at his place. Then while all the relatives are in the main hall leering at each other, I slink silently up the stairs fmurderers always slinkj. I then proceed to beat his brains out with a poker. The next step is to divert suspicion from myself. The best way to do this is to make myself number one suspect, because everyone knows the main suspects never commits the murder, except' this once of course. So I strew my personal effects about the corps, includ- ing my wallet, my handkerchief, etc. Then I leave to join the others. Now is the time to start worrying. Oh, not about the police, they never catch their murderer in murder stories, but about the hero. The main trouble is that I don't know who he is. It,s as bad as the hero trying to find who the murderer is. After a murder in a mansion, everyone stays around to see who will be murdered next. So to keep the story moving, I killed a few more people for various reasons. Now the hero is getting hot on my trail. I know this because this is approximately where he does in all murder mysteries. Though I admit this isn't much of a mystery. By the way, by this time I have discovered who the hero is. None other than Ulysses Upperbottom of the Van Snaif Upperbottoms. Since I know who he is, he must know who I am. So he calmly assembles the congre- gation and proceeds to tell them how I committed the murder. How did he know? Well, he took out the drain beneath the sink where I had washed the blood off my hands and found my fingerprints on the blood. I then pull out my gun, which I had concealed under my toupe, and say with a snarl, Yes, I did it, and I'm glad, GLAD! The police who have been waiting outside the door all this time break it down fthey havenlt learned to use doorknobs yetj and catch me red- handed. Subsequently I am dragged off to jail. And here I am. Just for killing an old geezer who evicted widows and orphans from their flats, foreclosed mortgages, and made faces at babies. The world is much better off without him. That's gratitude for you. i CREIGHTON WHITE, Junior, Yreka High School. 24

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SCHOOL DESKS HONORABLE MENTION STORY The schools of today are beautiful buildings made more and more attractive to youth. The bookshelves contain not only classics, but books on many modern subjects, such as atomic energy and aeronautics. There are all kinds of laboratory equipment, typewriters for commercial training, and machines for shop. But still the most fascinating equipment are the desks. What is there unusual about our school desks, which happen to be long tables? They are only desks? True, most of them are of a certain height and width, and the varnish has brought out the natural golden color of the wood. The color scheme of the rooms makes the place cheery, what with the golden tone of the desks in harmony with the green black- boardsf' Most of these desks at one time were quite new looking, plain and smooth. That was when they were put to the use for which they were intended. But now! How different! They are far from plain and smooth. There are notches, lines, and holes on the tops and even the sides of the tables. It is very irritating to try to write without a heavy notebook beneath your paper. Why, your paper would be just full of holes from where your pen would go through, without the notebook or a pad. One gets very disgusted with the pitfalls. Oh, that awful desk! you think. I'd even burn the schoolhouse down to get some new desks! But when you look more closely at the tables to see what is carved there, you brighten up and giggle. Across the desk in big, deep letters is scratched, Kilroy Was Here. Well, he must have been a pretty conceited guy to broadcast it like that. I-Iere's another one that says, Open the Door, Richard. Evidently someone likes plenty of ventilation, because that sign is followed by Open the Window, Mack! What really interests me is the gossip that is scrawled on the tables. I find that Tuesf day morning is the best time to do the Snooper sleuthingf' Monday has passed, and the tables have recorded the dates and current love affairs of the weekend. Even Frank Sinatra and Van Johnson make table headlines under Crushes. A line, two notches, or a Kilroy usually separates the couples' names or initials, for instance, B. P. plus R. L. or Dave loves Kathy. It's a little confusing at times to be under the impression that Sally is Bob's girl and by Monday,s she's John's. Oh well, as they say, l'It's love that makes the world go 'round. There is always an amazing amount of talented artists wandering through the class- rooms. A few of these modest creatures do sign their names to their drawings. A popular guy that people enjoy drawing is Smoe. Did you ever hear of him? Well, he's Kilroy,s cousin, and he has a big nose, big ears, cue-ball head, and two little button eyes. You'll probably recognize him by this final description: He,s always looking over a wall and watching you! A recent favorite scene by the artists is the picture of a door with a hand pounding on it. It seems that someone Wants to see Richard, who is on the other side. So far the caller hasn't had much luck about getting in. A few of the things written on these tables are quite old. Some concerns people as far back as ten years. It's quite a joke to see whom the alumni were going with at the time, and to see whom they ended up marrying. In about ten years I should like to make a special trip through my school and mainly direct my interest at the desks. Clf there's anything left of them by then.j It would bring back many fond memories of high school. Yet, I would feel that I had aged to see, on the tables, names of those who were infants when I was in high school. But time will march on for them, too. However, the fascinating desks will be there with their ever-permanent and ever-changing legends. DONNA EBBE '48, McCloud High School. 26