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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lf-, N ooo 0RPiNGEA1fDBL5CK-.19-..fs:?Q - very busy, but, as usual, he found time for a short chat with us and we cer- tainly appreciated this ever-evident interest which he takes in the student body, but on this occasion our conversation was interrupted by the Chapel bell and we all went into the Auditorium. Mr. Nees rapped for order and the exercises began. The principle attraction on the program was a reading by Miss Appleby, and it made such a hit that she had to respond to an encore. By that we knew that she had established herself as firmly in the hearts of that student body as she had in ours. Miss Paterson led the devotional exercises and made some announcements in behalf of the Y. W. C. A. Mr. Nees, then stepped forward to say just a word about the Lecture Course. He was again forced to rap for attention and reminded the students that such conduct from individuals in an institu- tion of this characterl' was entirely out of place. During Chapel, we noticed two little Angels who were looking over Miss Appleby's shoulder at ia letter which the latter was reading and which was signed:'fAlways at your service, Lieutenant --. -. The letter had been written, not to lMiss Appleby alone, but to several members of the faculty, yet hardly an hour had passed until the report was all over school that Miss Ap- pleby was receiving 'tmushy letters from a young officer. We also were scan- dalized to hear that Miss Paterson had gone to the Lecture Course with a strange man. 1 After 'Chapel we visited Miss Parker's Geometry class. We had hoped that our geometry and algebra troubles would be over when We get to 'Heaverh but we found Miss Parker still trying to teach her pupils how to B2 and how to biseot angles Knot Angelsj. Mr. Andrews, we found busy showing his Chemistry class how gas is gen- erated. tHe was always a pretty good authority on that subjectj. Andrews was also the leading tenor in the Angel Choir and coach of the boys' athletic teams. Athletics in Heaven? Well, why not? Our next visit was to Mr. Allen's history class. We found that history was really a very interesting subject in Heaven because, whenever any doubts arose in the study of the life of some noted warrior, the class could visit that worthy individual himself and learn the truth. We had ialways wondered how Uncle Dick would look in the snow-white draperies of Heaven and at last our curiosities were gratified. We were especially pleased with the impression created by the sandals. The next teacher that we visited was Miss Stevens. We found her, as usual, just bubbling over with fun and good humor, but We only got to talk to her a moment. She explained that it was her ambition to read every play ever dra- matized, and there were so many in the libraries of Heaven that it took all her spare time. She also informed us that it was still her custom to go to bed every night at 9:00 ofclock. CThink of it! Such a custom is unusual in the new generation of teachersj . ' Just as we left Miss Stevens, we heard a familiar, soft voice say, Buenos Dias, Senoritas! Bonjour, Monsieurs! It was Miss rO'Brien, whom we remem- bered as a good sport in the days gone by. She informed us that she was fn- X C' 'l --pT'f'fh? ft XFLQ: :Brix 23