VOL VHlNo 3
A Potpourri of the Arts
The Spiderman of Sflkox Hut”
Ever wonder why there aren't any flies on Mt Hood? There is a
spider, larger than three men who lives on the top. Every morning,
before sunrise, the spider weaves a giant web and catches all the flies
who try to fly over the mountain. There is a man who lives in Silkox
hut, an old abandoned building above the lodge. He sits and peeps at
the spider with a telescope through the hole in the chimney. When he
sees that the spider has had his fill of flies and has left for the day to
go fishing on Trillium Lake, the man from Silkox hut takes the
chairlift as far as it goes and trudges the rest of the way to the top to
gather the web. He does this every single day, so each morning the
spider has to weave a brand new web. The web stealer takes the web
back to the hut and weaves silk ski suits which he sells to rich skiers
«¡¿at Timberline Lodge. These rich skiers tell their friends. Timberline is
**• the only place in the world where ski suits of this quality can be
bought They are a very coveted item. With all those webs hanging in­
side the hut, in the process of being made into silk suits, it is creepy.
Someone scratched a sign on the door— "Danger -Enter at your own
risk." The place is really harmless, unless of course, you are a fly.
by Lorraine Oetting
“Please Mommy”
‘Defeated by Her Dreams”
FWI
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'Dedicated to my Mother
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I had my dreams.
I mean everyone is allowed to have their dreams,
And at first my dreams seemed so small.
I wanted to raise my four children.
I wanted them to be happy,
And I had a formula for their happiness.
I was apprehensive when I found out a fifth child was coming.
But my husband was excited,
And after a couple of days, so was I.
Another child for me to mold into an intelligent,
Well rounded Christian adult
My formula was very simple;
My children would go.to church and Sunday school,
I would give them dance lessons,
They would take piano lessons,
They would join Scouts,
x They would participate in sports,
-They would go to school and onto college.
. I would be there to help them;
. To ask them about Sunday school,
And answer questions about God,
' To tell them to point their toes and smile,
To count time and applaud,
S While they played Aunt Rhodie,
To help with projects, and bake cakes for their Den's bake sale.
To help them with school work, To cheer when they made a basket,
And reward them with an after game coke,
And give loans for college,
And most of all to love them.
I relished each accomplishment,
But I was torn by the failures.
You see I had made one mistake;
I taught my children to ask questions,
And I didn't always have the answer.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still proud of them.
These five adults who are my children.
I still support them, and I still love them.
And chastise them.
It's not their fault I failed.
by Tom Golden '
One more house to trick dr
treat.
We haven't reached the end
of the street.
Rain and wind? We didn't
care.
If one bag filled, we carried
spares.
Monsters didn't scare us
none. We would kick monsters
just for fun.
Since mommy was scared of
monsters at night,
She always followed just in
sight.
Mommy was so happy to see
Halloween end. I didn't know
why.
It wouldn't be back for a
whole year again.
by Julia Singer
“A Literary Supplement to The Prii
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