Western Oregon University - Yearbook (Monmouth, OR)

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THIRTY a THE NORM white and yellow stones. A thought fiashed unbi-dden through his mind. ttThose agates ! Instantly he knew the secret of Rut:h,s mysterious behavior that morning. He was sure she had meant to try to get into the shags cave. ttIVs near 10w t1de new. Per; haps if I hurwry-Jt He dashed at a reckless pace down the creek, Upon the rocks, Marys anxiety Changed to fear. The tlde was rising faster now. Mary shrieked Ruth7s name desperately,- Still no answer. Nearly every wave broke over the foot of the ledge. The rocks at the end were covered. W ild'ly Mary called, and as she did so, Ruth came in sight. A glance showed her the danger she must face. tTll have to climb up here, she called, indicating the spur above. ttYou cant! screamed Mary. Before she tried, however, she tossed up to- the ledge on which Mary lay the bag in which she had placed her agate'ss. Then in vain she tried to! regain the spur from which she had dropped . t0 the floor of the cave. The under surface of the rock was slippery with seaweed, and she could not pull herself up high . enough to: gain a secure footing or reach a hold for her hands. The waves: were breaking over the end of the ledge, and the side of it was steep and 'slimy. She tried to climb up nearer the end, but slipped and fell. At last, bruised and breathless, she gave up her useless attempts and looked up at Mary. ttTrwy the other side V, urged Mary, frantically. ' Ruth shook her head. ttNo use-w'itts steeper than this Vt They waited, gazing helplessly at each other, till the waves began to wash near where Ruth stood. tTll have to- bitter sob's. But as. Ruth turned, a loud call from above caused both girls to look up. They saw Wil'l coming down the rocks at a headlong: pace. It was the work of a. moment to. fasten one end of the rone hecam'led to a point of rock and to lower the other end to Ruth. Wlth the help of the rope, she soon climbed to safety. . W11Ps face was paler than hers, and. his. voice shook with some Eglsttlogpther than anger as he asked, ttDid you come for moss a . es. r001Euth nodded, pointing to the bag in front of them on the s. ttWell, young lady? declared Will, ttyou owe them. and our life to two patches of olrange-colored fungi. y go back in the cave? she called. Mary broke into .. .1. '3: um um :In'w in a m ha: :- mw :4 llth n u- am- :5 hm taw- 5 Nu

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gates MHNJ VUW limit , Tim high tide. I'm uni gluing ti 1M wprr; when they'redpu l frum the north side? ,9. Hm zimv uf year. i .n- xx law the nl'kiam TOCkS an. ll! :1 lunv Hf 5411135th U hrr rulhln, whuwas A mush fur yum. she :cmlvl'rsl zilnuti. Thanh I'm gumg up themet AH day? ,iutw l-uckvts for me a. , lzc- mw a curiousm nu: uf an nltl log. 1W 5hr lug 3 little DIN? miner xximz Ruth's WWI l .1 Ilam n the pathtotlle 31ml, aftvr a glan'c: 1; rt. in; that time. Hg? . .. vthem'i mu W ,1ng - HI Hutll'm A laP'W: 3' ' . .ve t 1g :lu' WWW wmvew 'l'lu' WV? W mL-i. Wth sift lw '3 ml. i Mm, aw TWENTY-NINE THE NORM Ruth and Mary, having reached the top of the hill, cautiously began descending the bluff own the north side. The sand slipped , from under their feet as they went, and Mary was breathless 5 and? somewhat alarmed by the time they r'eaehed the rock ledges - above the cave. iiWe can never get down these rocks to the cave. the water i'snlt low enough? she deelaned. itI can climb down that ridge, reach that overhanging spur you see, and drop from there to the beach? said Ruth, indicating the spur she meant. tiThen I can. explore the cave, and by that time the tide will be still lower, and I can get back by these rocks that are partly under Water new. . Both girls were seen clambening down over the jagged edges. As Mary stepped to a lower led'ge, she caught her feet in. a. crevice 0f the rocks and fell with Some force. She was up instantly, but a sharp pain, in the ankle she had twisted made her sink back to the rocks. iTve wrenched my ankle? she gasped. iiShall I help you ?ll a'SLk'ed Ruth, anxiously. ttNlo, it will soon step paining me. G0! on to the cave, or the tide will turn and you cant get down. If I sit still, my ankle will be all right, Mary assured her. Ruth loolked dubious, but at length decided that Mary might safely be left, and crept carefully down the uneven rock ridge to the spur which. jutted out over the floor of the cave. From this spur she let herself down, and walked back into the little cave. The walls and reef were dripping with moisture, and covered 'in many places with. seaweed. Ruth. went down on her knees, regard- less of the dampness, and began. looking for agates. She soon found some of the unusual ones. for which. she was searching, and was instantly absorbed in her task. The surf thundered en the reef and r'e-echoed in the cave with a dull meaning sound. which would have alarmed a girl less brave than Ruth. The sound drowned Maryts voice, as. she called to Ruth, haming become alarmed at the length. of her absence. The tide had turned, and an occasional wave advanced nearly Besides, a to the foot of the ledge. Ruth Was still out of sight in the caiye. i- 'X' 96 -X- it- As Will fished leisurely up the creek that afternoon, he eaught Sight of some fungi, similar to the one he had? neticed 1n the morning, As he saw them, he had a Vision of a httle heap of

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m '. llnshvd unbidden lw km-w the 30ch F i... mm sure she 11:? s m-ur low ti r vklvxs pace d rhungnl t0 denow: own the fear 'l '1! Ruth's name dB: hrnkq- HVOF the foot dial. t l m, Ruth cameinslgh p1 fsu't'. vallml, indicatingm. u-d up tn the ledgeoul piun-d hl'r agates. ll 'um which she had . 'r surfact- uf themd M nut pull herselfup rmu'h u huld for be?! ill Hf llft' ledgaandll 1n rlimh up nearertll . EUR! lu'vatlllesishe lt Mary. framimlly. '1' , q tm-pwr than this- 1 0-;u'h nlher, tlthe Ml. lll' t'ullml. Mal'l'bllh b V .. gd 'I'nm ulmvr mne DJ . -; 3 LBJ. H thi' rilk' 350 1h . - n nil? 9 Hm utter 9mm pl .THIRTY-ONE THE N ORM . lWith apologies to IrvingJ l .OEVER has lived in the Willamette Valley must be familiar with the ivy-clad Normal building of the A Modern Rip Van Winkle little Village of Monmouth. It is a brick structure, lBy BESSIE BAYSJ With two. stories and an. attic, and was erected by some of the early citizens of the place as a training school for teachers. ,1 At the time Of my lstOiryf the attic, was seldom visited, but those who clamber'ed up. there, when the weather was. fair and settled, could overlook all the surrounding neighborhood. Near this. building, and in this same village, there lived, many years since, a young girl by the name of Gertrude Ro-hr, a student Vonf the Normal. She was a simple, good-natured girl, a kind classmate and a great favorite among all the other students. She assisted them bat their sports, made up good excuses for them when they wished to miss class and told them long stories of ghosts, witches and. goblins. On a fine, sunny afternoon, she could frequently be seen on the campus, surrounded by a group of students, ready to. listen to some story she had heard or imagined. The great error 01 G-eartrudel's composition was an. insuper'able aversion to all kinds of study. She was the foremost girl in all school frolics, but as to getting her lessons she found it im- possible. Her instructor's kept continually dinning in her ears about her idleness, her carelessness and the ttMinus C,s she was W1 getting in every test. One day, after an unusually poor lesson in Technical English, Gertrude was neudluced almost to despair, and to escape her in- structors and sympathizing classmates, gathered her Carsonls H and Book up and started for the attic, determined to conquer , the mysteries of Carsonian:ism. On reaching the attic, she threw herself panting and fatigued 0n the sofa in the Y. W . C. A. room and seen fell asleep. . . She had not been sleeping long when she heard a vome saylng, llGertrude! Gertrude? She'looked anxiously into the darkness