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

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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

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