Union High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Union, OR)

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THE SAGE 19 Top How—Agnes Johnson, Wanda Haller, Adrian Goodhrod, Mabel Joues, Ulirystal Raster. Middle How Ora Davis, Etta Overton, Elsie Caspar, Lillian Katz, Bottom Row David Kennedy, Fannie Mekennon, Elwyn Davis. “SOPHOMORES. ? Why are the Sophomores proud? Firstly, because we are the interclass Champions of girls' Bask t Ball. We have never known defeat. Secondly, because we are Sophomores.” for that is the one class in High School that amounts to anything, or at least that is our opinion, but oth r classes have a very different idea of us. so if we do not praise ourselves, think what a predicament we should be in. What does U- H. S. stand for? Union’s Honorable Sophomor s. of course. 1913 may be an unlucky year, but not for this intelligent bunch. That does not phase us. for SUPERSTITION SHOWS IGNORANCE” and none of the 1913 class have anything so vile as that. At present out-average excels any. even that of the Seniors Conceited! That would not half express it. We love—no. simply adore our teachers, and they more than idolize us thev worship us. Why? Because no one could be around us long without so doing. (We ars not to blame.) The Freshman says, 1 know 1C The Sophomore says. “Just so, The Junior says, “1 think so. And the Senior says, “I don't know.

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18 THE SAGE CARTOON OK JUNIOR SEARCHING FOR SUBJECT MATTER FOB A THEME. There was a laddie named Paul. And tho surprisingly small He was so exce dingly bright He ne'er needed a light. Not even a candle at all. There was a big lubber named Art. Who was so exc edingly smart. He digested geometry Then cried for trigonometry. Cried till Mae gave him a tart. A sporty young fellow named Gussie Made all the t achers quite fussy; He slept during school. Twas against the rule And to all the girls he talked mushy.

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20 THE SAGE A NHJHT IN THE WOODS. Th, leaves were all well out and beautified every branch twig, and vine. Many of the blossoms had bloomed and were again as unnoticeable as the tiniest blossom of the dark forest. The June sun was warm as the kitchen, when I left that Saturday morning on a irip 1 shall try to t 11 you about. It was vacation time and we. two s rong boys, were go ng to have a good time in th woods without a camping outfit or any hing of the sort. My friend. I shall call him Pete, was a handsome lad of about twenty years. His hair was light brown and his eyes were blue. I was called “Spikie.” being tall and slim and very homely. N vertheless w. enjoyed ourselves. We took our bicycles and fishing tackle, gun. and some w're a'nd matches, and s arted out. The roads were exc llerit and therefore we went at a great speed for the first five miles. We did not take any lunch with us. but depend d upon fishing and some of our kind friends along the road for that. We had a very good d nner and were off again a one o’clock. We only had four more miles to go and w soon came to the edge of the forest. We entered the narrow road as though it were onlv leading to a park. But it was a thick forest in a thinly settl d part of the Mississippi Valley. W‘? heard in the distance the sound of wood-choppers and the echo made a strange wild sound. There wer streams scattered throughout the forest which made a dull humming sound. As we came near one of these we saw s veral chip-monks, but we did not care for these because they were not good to eat. We started to fish at once and it d d not take us long o catch more than we could eat in one meal. Pete built a fire while I cleaned the speckled trout. These with the loaf of bread which I had purchased of our friends were just fine as we were very hungry. As the sun was setting we gathered branches for a bed and piled them up near some tall oak trees, then we collected some dead logs for our fire during the night. It was long past our bed time when we went to bed and the evening seem d long and dreary. The logs we had gathered were too dry and were burned before nTd-night. While lying on our b d we told stories talking in undertones. About half-past twelve. Pete fell asleep but I could not sleep in my strange bed. I laid there listening to the owls and other night birds scr eching. I could follow them from tree to tree. I tried to forget them but it was all in vain. Suddenly I heard something walking and h ard its panting and later felt its hot breath on my face. Imagine my fright, no cover to pull over my face. I tried to turn over but could not. My coat was stuck to the branches with pitch. A hot tongue touched my fac as if trying to lick it. I put my arms over my face. Many strange thoughts passed through my mind. I am afraid you would laugh if I would tell them to you. I do not know’ how' the night passed—I think I fainted—but when I opened my eyes it w'as beginning to get light. I sat up. though not withou difficulty, and looked around, wondering that I was yet alive. My eyes soon caught my dog, Hovel , sleeping on the branch s at our feet. LILLIAN RATZ.