Barstow School - Weathercock Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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IQNIGI 11's OF CZLADNESS Knights of Gladness H. eighteen merry knights in mail Of green. with shields so gay. W'ere marching o'er the grassy Held Upon a day in lX4ay, Their hearts were blithe as any bird's. Their shoes of silver mail. Their helmets shone like burning steel Up hill and down the dale. Once in a while a knight stepped high, But ne'er a sign gave he There was a thistle in the grass ' To hurt him grievously. They turned their shields for better viewl And ever and anon, They'd part their hair quite tenderly For fear it would come down. And knees long used to hobble skirts Strode bravely to the fray. To help their gracious King in need just as at school did they. But not a knight gave proof or sign That true knight he was nonei Though each a fearful wish suppressed To slip aside and run. MARGARE1' I-IANNA. iq i 4

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A DISASTER AT SEA Z7 MWC must sneak away from the passengers! No one must suspect, even if it fails. Mr. Lear jumped a foot! Two desperadoes! A murderous plot! And hc must foil it. Picking up his scattered luggage and trying to moderate any appearance of importance. he gave his interpretation of Sherlock l-lolmes's careless shuffle as he silently tracked the two criminals to their doom. But why, when he was so cool, should his umbrella go clattering down the gangplank and splash with a flat gurgle, as he saw one of the men coo words of encouragement to the deadly black box? Again Mr. Lear was distinctly annoyed. l-le couldnt report that an infernal machine was on the boat. But he could follow it about and see that no harm was done. The departure of the big liner was a happy one. The band boomed forth America and an army of white handkerchiefs fluttered over the rail, hiding many a misty eye. The very first throb of the mighty engine certainly sent some kind of thrill up the spine of Mr. P. Q. Lear, first-class. I-le lcft the delightful mysteries of the ship to be explored later.-that is. if there should be any mysteries left after the little black box had done its work,-and sank weakly on a divan facing stateroom 43. Through that door the men had disappeared. Mr. Lear couldn't follow them but he could wait outside and keep faithful guard. l-le puckered up his scanty eyebrows, stuck on vertically instead of horizontally by some slip of nature. and began thinking what pleasant looking scoundrels these laughing fellows were, But then. The more saint-like the person, the worse the sin, he reflected. Mr. Lear was just then awakened from thought by a metallic voice which. just for a minute, he dreamed was that of his stenographer, ordering him to hand over that fresh copy. Then he came back to earth. and realized that he was really crossing the ocean. and that the next voice. cooing uncertainly, with a high girlish giggle on 'he end, belonged to an elderly maid of uncertain age. Miss Almira Perkins was consoling her mates with a dissertation on mankind. Theres not one of them that would play with us. Well, deep sigh, it's their loss, not ours. Nervous giggles. But at that moment their accusing gaze rested on poor Mr. Lear, vainly trying to make himself smaller than the red-plush arm of his com- fortable couch, Ah, that's a nice little mang I know he'l1 come and play bridge with us! Thus it was a very uneasy, squirming man that renigged the ace of hearts and caused lvfiss Almira with remarkable versatility to suddenly veer from one view to another as she remarked, beaming encouragingly on him, An ideal husband need not necessarily be expert at trivial things,