Unionville High School, The Graphic, 1949, Page 17

Description:	I glide along for a considerable distance and then land on top of a haystack. It feelsnice to rest for awhile. From here I have a clear view of the road. There is an old junkylooking car on it. It is sputtering, jerking and rattling along. There, it has stopped; theengine finally died. I don’t blame it. If I were that old I believe I’d die too. A tall, thinman gets out and fiddles around with the car for a long while. His wife and children, whoare sitting in the car, become tired. His wife calls out to him, “Jim, I told you yesterdayto get a new car.’’ James Eugene Long, replies, “I know, but I just hate to part with thisone. Besides I’ll work it over tomorrow, and it will run for at least another week.*’ Thatmust be the same car which Jim, with a nice long hour of school time, could never coax torun to town after ice. That car caused him many a red face, and the Forty-niners countenances a pinkish cast.After a nice rest, a puff of wind starts me off again. Ahead I can see a cozy little house.The breeze lets me linger at the door, and inside I see a kitchen full of baking excitement.On the table is a cake which has fallen flatter than a pancake. The lady of the house is engaged in the task of icing it. There is icing all over her face. A little girl who looks justlike her walks into the room and says, “Mother, does a Forty-niner mean you’re forty-nineyears old? The school kids say that you are a Forty-niner.’’ Her mother tells her that itmeans that she graduated from high school in the year 1949. This lady has long curly hair.It is the former Mary Lavon Russ. There is a truck outside which has “Bart Stines andSon’’ written on it. That must be Mary’s husband and son.The wind has me traveling on. It blows me into a pile of junk. On an old building nearby I read the sign: “Ray, the Junk-Man.’’ A man comes out of the building now. It isRaymond Lee Riddle. A nice big truck load of junk is coming into the lot. I hope the windstarts up soon, because I don’t want Ray to see me. Just my luck -- the wind wouldn’t blowme away and now Raymond comes over toward me. I hear him say, “Well, that junk isn’teven worth the price of junk.’’ Ohl My land, he gives me a big kick and now I am on myway again.I’m coming down on somebody’s mail box. I can hardly read the name. I’ll just leanover a little and see if I can make out the name. It is Fred Johnson. Now who could thatbe ? I lean over a little too far, lose my balance, and fall off the mail box. A young lady,accompanied by a nice looking man comes out of the house. She is laughing very hard.Something must be funny. He says: “Now what are you laughing at, Dolly?’’ Well, I’ll bedoggone, that must be Dolly Faye Pelley and that young man must be her husband.My friend, the wind, comes along and takes me away up in the sky. I stayed up in thesky a long time -- so long that I had begun to wonder if I ever was going to come down --when a nice big farm comes into view. I glide down beside a big table that is set outsidethe back door of a house. The family is eating its supper. That little boy sitting in thehigh-chair looks like someone I know. Oh dear, the lady is pointing over this way, andthat man is turning around. I can see now that the man is William Keith Richardson.A fierce looking dog comes my way and picks me up. I hope he doesn’t bury me. Hecarries me some distance and when he puts me down I notice it is getting dark. This placemust be a park of some kind, because there are many benches and tables scattered about.Maybe I will stay here all night. Here comes a nice looking young man with a pretty younglady. They sit on the bench beside which I am lying. The man is someone I should know.He looks like a Forty-niner, but I can’t fix a name to his face. Oh my land, he is proposingto the girl. She says, “Of course, I will marry you, Dick. I have been waiting a long timefor you to ask me. If you hadn’t asked me tonight, I was going to ask you. Well, that youngman must be Richard B. Peterson. I don’t recognize the girl but I hope they have a veryhappy life.17
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