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Show I t I i Page Four SOUTH HIGH SCRIBE Friday, December 18 1942 The Scribe staff wishes to thank those faculty members who grac-iously donated their time in judg-ing these contributions and the many other stories, poems and es-says which could not be published. To Miss Myrth Harvey, Mrs. Claire Jackson, and Granville Ole-so- n go'' the sincere thanks of the entire staff. All stories and poems entered . in this contest, even those of merit I which were judged high, could not of course, be published. Many of the entries deserve hon orable mention. They show that i students are thinking, and think- - . ing hard. They indicate that the x standard of literary values pos- - sessed by teen-ager- s is indeed of a quality to prove that many poten- - tial Mark Twains and Amy Low- - ell's are being groomed at South. J T .1 Ml IMI I.I Ml t Not long ago I was told this strange story by a young Amer-ican volunteer of the Eagle Squadron in the R.A.F. He was re-covering from injuries sustained while acting as a part of a fighting, escort on a bombing mission over occupied France late in 1941. As to its authenticity, I can say nothing. Perhaps it was only the imaginative thoughts of a delirious youth, but on the other hand, it might be true .... It was a clear night as the large bomber squadron took off for a raid on a factory district in occupied France. It was a large-scal- e raid with at least 300 bombers and fighters taking part. As rapidly as the planes took off, one by one they headed east-southea- st to the important objective. After about a half hour of flight our objective came into view. As our bombers .got to work methodically bombing the factories to the ground, we of the fighter escort found our hands full, also. With Jerries all around us, we had a fight of it for a time. During the fight my motor was damaged, and, as we headed home, I was limping quite bad-ly. Because of my bad motor I gradually fell behind the remain-der of the group. Being in a single plane, and damaged at that. I was easy pickings for the Huns. At about midchannel I was attacked by a German night patrol, and my motor on the blink, I didn't have much of a chance. A German got on my tail and I was brought down. In the fight I was hit with a stray bullet in my shoulder. I don't have a very clear mem-ory of the next few minutes, for the impact of striking the water rendered me senseless. My first sensation w a s of being pulled pulled from my sinking ship. The wound in my shoulder had been paining me, but as I was pulled from the ship, the pain seemed miraculously to diminish. I thought for a moment that I was still unconscious and was dream-ing, for certainly there would be no one in the middle of the Eng-lish channel at this early hour of the morning. My mind still felt a little foggy. As I looked at my rescuer I was startled that his appearance. He was dark-haire- d man with frank, gray eyes that had the look of having seen through all of earths existence. ' He had a carefully groomed beard and a firm jaw. His clothes, however, were the most startling thing about him. He wore a flowing robe of white made of some soft material. When I noticed this robe, I thought surely that I was dream-ing and 1 murmured my thoughts. "No, my son. You're not dreaming," the strange man said. His voice, as he spoke, was rich x. - - and cultured, and he spoke in a kind and reassuring manner. When he had lifted me from the wreck, we seemed to float into the air and over the water toward England. Swiftly we sped through the air, and, though the night was cold, I felt no discomfort. It seems strange to me now that I was not alarmed at my strange mode of travel, but I was not frightened at all. From time to time he reas-sured me by talking to me and easing the pain in my shoulder. Within a very short time I heard the sound of waves on the beach and I knew it must be the shores of England. Dropping down to the beach he gently laid me down. A few seconds later I heard the sound of voices and footsteps coming toward us. While we waited for the arrival of the originators of the voices, this strange man talked to me and eased my mind. As some men came running up, this tall stranger turned to go, but I called to him, asking him not to leave. "I must go now, my son," he said. "But perhaps we'll meet again soon." With those words he seemed to fade into the darkness of the early morning. Then gentle hands lifted me to a stretcher and 'heard a cock-ney voice say that I must be delirious, talking to myself that way. I couldn't imagine what he meant by that until later at the .hospital. I must have lost consciousness then, and when I came to I found 1 was here, in this hospital. I asked the doctor how I had come here, and for my answer he sent in a man from the pa-trol station on the coast, where I had been found. When I asked him about my companion, he appeared sur-prised. "Why, you were alone on the beach, lad," he asserted. "And there was no evidence of anyone having been in the vicinity. You evidently swam or floated on some debris from where your plane crashed, although it was a miracle you made it with your shoulder wounded like it was." He left me with my mind in a turmoil. I couldn't have swum from the wreck. There must ' have been someone there to help me. Yet witnesses say there was no one there beside me. I began to ponder on the subject. The way the strange man .had car-ried me through the air. The way he had eased my pain. The manner in which he had talked. He couldn't have been any ordi-nary person. And then I remem-bered something that explained it, to me, at least. The morning that I had crashed had been Christmas morning. Perhaps I had only been dreaming as ev-eryone says, but perhaps, as I believe, the experience was real. Some day, perhaps, I'll know. Honorable Mention Poem by Phyllis Clayton There's no green left in our valley 'Tis covered o'er with snow, The clouds hang low but the stars peep out, And shine with a heavenly glow. Hushed are the noises of sum-mer; King winter holds full sway. But the joy and gladness of yuletide, Wings best wishes away. Oh God, in the Heavens above us, Grant us this day just peace. And o'er the world, let this song be heard, 'May love for mankind increase.' & T " V j SOUTH STATE j I CLEANERS j I 1817 So. State St. j j Dial j I i A $1.00 Job For 79c j i j CASH & CARRY j BOOKS, School Supplies J I Greeting Cards J I Fountain Pens, Stationery J j I I DESERET BOOK j COMPANY I 44 East South Temple j v i j Salt Lake City, Utah j The Book Center of the j Intermountain West. 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