Independence High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Independence, KS)

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0RA1jGE1'm13L253KN19 1 MEMBERS OF FACULTY J. J. BAKER ZELDA REPPERT E. J. CASTILLO LOUISE EVANS LINNIE SHEETS .. . 1 Q -- - A ff - J : gb., .. - -- 9' 20 - ug L

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0 -.- 0 Q ORPQNGEZ-HjDBLACIif19,W A Dream of the Future 'Twas the night after graduating, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Exams were over, Commencement too, And the young man's High School days were throughg His Diploma lay within his hand, his head upon the table, And he dreamed a dream which we'll relate the best that we are able. The Faculty in Paradise Time had passed Chow long a times-who knows?J and the strain of the last two months of Senior activities, athletics, dramatics, anxieties as to whether or not we would graduate, etc.-had been too much for us. We had all passed on, not only from High School but frozn mortal life. Arrived at the Pearly Gates, we re ieived our first surprise upon recogniz- ing in the place of Saint Peter-listen-our old friend, Prof. Burfield, former instructor of Scrub-ology and Dust-ology in H. S. We were even more sur- prised when informed that ALL the teachers who had taught when we graduated had gone to Heaven. We rather expected to find Miss Paterson and Mr. Nees and possibly Mr. Allen, but to find Mr. Castillo and Miss Sheets there was entirely beyond us, so we crowded expectantly toward the Custodian of the Golden Keys crying clamorously, Let us in! Let us in! At iirst he hesitated, but he always was a good sport, so after a little persuasion, he unlocked the mighty doors and we swarmed in. Being a well organized class, we did not separate, but started in a body to seek our former teachers and renew acquaintances. Where will we be likely to find Mr. Nees?,' we asked. f'Oh, you'll probably find him at the School, answered this modern Saint Peter. At School !r School in Heaven? 'Sure! But the boys and girls up here are little Angels and don't mind going to school. Mr. Nees rules with Cas at his right hand and Uncle Dick at his left, but the right hand knoweth not what the left hand doeth. If you'll wait a minute, Illl go with you to show you the way. But suppose some one should come to the Gates while you are gone? we asked doubtfully. Not much danger of that, he replied laconically. Jiitney Dances on Earth, business dull up here. I have more time than I know what to do with, so I am seeking the office of Constable. It might help my cause if you should circulate a petition favoring my selection. A Constable in Heavenli' we exclaimed in horror. Safety first, replied Burfield. Since we received word that the Class of '19 was coming here, the office has been created. With Burfield leading, we started for the school house. Our path lay among nl- i l-Dn A-riff? AQYIXF S A 19 A

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H ego Q- Q 0RPiNC5EAlTfDBLZQkCK-19,m.IQf I green pastures and beside the shimmering waters of a quiet lake. The scenery everywhere was not only very beautiful but it had an addedf interest in its variety of many-hued flowers, flowers which you may never see, since they are found only in Heaven. Soon we entered a dense forest, and right in the midst of the forest we saw -what do you think?-a tall figure pacing to and fro, gesticulating wildly and declaiming in a loud oratorical voice. Is that Hamlet reciting his famous Soliloquy? we asked curiously. No, no, said Burfield, laughing. That's just T. B. Hello, Mr. Henry! Wlhat are you doing here? How do you do Mr. Burlield. As to the question which you have so un- sophisticatedly propounded, I will relieve your curiosity forthwith. Tomorrow is my day in lChapelg I'm going to give an abridged dissertation on the life of Theodore Roosevelt, and I'm 'pulling it off on the trees'. Now, may I ask who these young folks are and whither you are conducting them? Don't you know who we are? Why weire the Class of which old M. C. H. S. is most proud-the Class of '19 ! 'fWhy to be sure-it is the Class of '19! Surprised to see you here. Your pardons, all. You see, I seldom recall the faces of my pupils. I seem to recall postulates more readily. There's a reason: Pupils are transientg Postulates eternal. Q We all declared that T. B. looked much stouter than we had ever seen him before. So pleased was he that he immediately began to tell us funny stories and new C?J jokes and recited, with much beautiful tone color and literary ap- preciation, his favorite verse: Little Willie, dressed in sashes, Fell in the fire and burned to ashes. By and by the room grew chilly But nobody cared to poke up Willie. As we came out of the woods, we saw many young people running around poking their noses into everything, picking, smelling, tasting, and discovered it was Mr. Castillo and his Botany class gathering specimens. After talking over old times for a while, we showed him some wonderful flowers which we had gathered. What shall we call these, Mr. Castillo ? we asked from force of habit. Uh, just call them Moses and go on, sounded natural. We did go on, promising to see Cas later, and when we came in sight of the school Ca structure so beautiful that it beggars descriptionj, we heard the Angel Choir singing No. 208, Out on the Deep . When we entered her magnificent studio, we found Miss Evans beating out the measures in two- four time. Burfield informed us that she was preparing to give a great Ora- torio, and he whispered that she was losing all the religion she ever had. Hav- ing been prepared for the worst, we were really surprised when Miss Evans greeted us with genuine enthusiasm, asking each one if they wanted to take Voice or Piano lessons. After leaving Miss Evans, we hurried in to see Mr. Nees. Sammie,' was ii- ? .EA N1 ..9-gf? .AJXX I A .E L -' ,- Y, ,A .V .1s.J- - ,W -Y-7- f 21 . J