Hayti High School - Council Yearbook (Hayti, MO)

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 V - - ;r. Is vi-Vi - . v .. HOUSTON B. BUCKLEY The above is one of the three boys who entered High School with us in ID 13-14. The other two, Carl Sigler and Floyd Bissett left us during the Freshmen year. Houston stayed with us until April, 1917, when he heeded our country's call and enlisted in Uncle Sam’s army and is now “over there.” While he is sadly missed by each of us, we feel proud of him and expect to hear that he has honors for himself, his country and his class in Hayti High School.

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A DAY WITH THE JUNIORS The morning after the “Bunking' Party at Stella’s, we arose at 5:30, went to the woods and had a sun-rise breakfast. Coming home a jitney passed us which gave us an idea for the pleasure of the day. Then we decided to play “hooky.” We went to Spencer’s store and bought such things as cheese, ham, cakes, coca-cola, etc., all of which had to be charged as the Juniors are always broke. When we came out of the store there stood a jitney, with the owner not in sight, so in we hopped and away we went. here were we bound for? Chute Sixteen, of course. On this side of Caruthers- viile, we saw a band of gypsies and stopped to learn our future. As usual, we were all going to be rich, happy and boss of the pocket book. Then we started again for the Chute. When we arrived there the first horrible thought that struck us was that we had forgotten our bathing suits, but such things as that never daunt the Juniors, so in we went, and speaking of “time,” we had it in the water. By the time we were ready to come out it was lunch time. We had forgotten a tablecloth, so we ate on the grass. And then for some pictures, and pictures they certainly were. After that we went for a walk. As we were passing a field, we saw some good looking watermelons. The Juniors never resisting a temptation, went over the fence. Each grabbed a melon and ran to the car. When we reached the car we threw them on the ground, and, oh, they were “citrons.” After the citron scrape we started home. On the other side of Stubbtown we had a “blow-out,” and were about to give up hope, when we saw a glimmer of a light. We followed and at last we came to it; it was the home of Lottie’s aunt. They were giving a dance and we1 were invited in. We square-danced until the world looked square; cider and apples rounded out the evening. Lottie's uncle brought us to town in a large wagon and greeted a happy but tired bunch. As it was so late, we all piled into Carrie s house and each grabbed a rug for a bed. In the morning, you should have seen our faces when we receiv- ed the bill for the damages done to the jitney bus. “Amen,” “So be it.”

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£tr i» yv -- CLASS POEM Jolly seven. Juniors fair. Enjoying the summer air. Every morn and every night Their soiicitious delight. Sleeping, walking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please; Simple maiden, void of art. Babbling out the very heart. Yet abandoned to our will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush. This in time, will be forgot; Other pleasures, other cares, Every-busy time prepares: And then shall in thy future see. This picture, once, remember thee.