Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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' i { ( Paw’s Day On The Farm Me and the pupp and maw and paw and little Albert went out in the country a Saturday to visit unkle Henry’s. Unkle henry is maw’s bruther and wunst him and her was little boys and girls like me and little albert and Unkle Henry sed maw yoost to run around in her bair feat and climb trees and fal lout of the Hay in the Barn and skin the Cat jist like a boy. I’m offul sorry I herd that about maw becos I can’t hardly think she’s an angel eny more. I wisht she would of bin a nice little gurl with dimpuls in her cheaks and curls down her back and always kept her dress clean and didn’t never make snoots at people. Sometimes when I think about it I almost haft to weep. Before we went paw he was tellin us all about the grate things he ust to do when ne lived on a farm. It’s a wonder people didn’t come from miles around to see paw. So when we got out paw he thought he would sho us how to milk a cow and Unkle Henry gave him a pale and a stool with only one laig what paw had to Ballunce himself on. They was a nice sad looken cow what was all black with a white stripe around the middle and Unkle Henry told paw she was as gentle as a lam; so pa took off his cote and cuffs and let maw hold them, and pulled up his sleaves and set down on the stool with one laig and held the pale between his nees and grabbed hold with both hands. The first stream shot out where paw wasnt’ looken for it and went all over his pest pants and maw she begin to jaw and told him he couldn’t afford to go and rooin his close jist to sho off. “Oh, don’t make a fuss about nothin,” paw says. “That wont’ hurt. You can take it all out with a little gas-a-lean. You couldn’t expect a person what was all out of practus to set rite down and do as good as if he was keepin at it every day. But I’ll be all rite in a minute or to.” a () a () aD ( ee SS OAS A 0 AS A A) A ES ‘ About that time the cow wanted to nock a fly off her side, so she switched around and got her tale mixed up in paw’s mustash and paw he had to spit as hard as he could for quite awhile and heforgot to. milk. Then he began again and his hand slipt and the stream hit ma jist below the ear and run down inside her coller. Maw she yelled and dropped paw’s cuffs, and the pupp thot it was the cow’s falt so he made a grab at her heels and the cow stept on paw’s foot and the stool with one laig went over backwards and the milk that paw happened to git in the pale run down his vest when he was lyin thare with his feet in the air and a look on his fais what made me think of the dying Gladdyater in the pickture. “Paw’’, maw hollered, “why was you sich a fool as EO WAY see “Git away from me,” paw sed when maw wanted to help him git up. “If it hadn't of bin for you this wouldn’t of hapened. If you would of staid in the house whare wimmen belong they wouldn’t of been no trouble.” By that time he was on his feet so the pup was lookin up in his fais and waggin his tale kind of pleasant like and paw hauled off and gave a kick at him. But the pupp was not thare when paw’s foot reached the place and the straw he was staindin on was purty slippery. I doant no whether the damidge to paw’s shoulder blades or his pants was the worst. Eny way he was a noffel looken site when we got him to the house and maw al- most had to weep every time she’s look at his pants. He only wore them wonst before. So he had to go to bed while maw was tryin to git the milk off and sew the legs so they would stay together. I poked my hed in whaire he was a layin a reading a bible to pass the timeawa y and says: cere “What?” paw ast. “TJ pet I know how you can git richer than if you discovered a Gold mine”. “How ?”’ he says. “By bilden a fence around yourself and chargin folks to git in to see you every time you try to do ennything”’. I could tell by what he said that it was luky paw couldn’t come out whair I was. 5D) i ) () Re () NS () A () () () ) () () ED () aaa (AS) A) SE A) EE A EE) LEE ES B. M. B. 739. (a ( a ) () AD () ND () ND () ED ()- SD () ED () ED () EEE ) a () Sm () I ¢ ) D ( ) D () ED-() a () -( ( () SD () a () a ( ) D () SD Se )D) A) T(E () A) () A () A () (9 AE) |) (I oO a ae EDD ED) CE () (RE A () A) () () 0) ED () () SE ( = () a () ( (a () ( () ( ( ) ae ° Page Twenty-Five wy, fe

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Sa () a ( ) ( ) - ) ) ) Oy 4 Oy Oy « SPL) A |) A) a) A) A A A) A) A) A A A) A) A) ) A) ) AD) () A () D- ) - () A () (| a A) (A () ( ( ( ) ( ) () - () () D () --( ( a ( a () D ( D( a) () (D AD () A () ED () ED () ED () ED () ED () ED ( a () (a () a (ED () SD () ( A Magnificent Obsesssion (With apologies to Lloyd Douglas) In a beautiful valley fringed with timber land lives a little golden-haired lad named John. As there were no neighboring children to play with, he was accustom- ed to playing by himself. When an airplane route was established over the valley, his joy knew no bounds. From the coming of the first airplanes, one wish was ever uppermost in his little mind—if only one airplane would come down in the valley sometime without an accident, and stay there long enough so he could run down and touch its beautiful shining body and maybe even sit in one of the seats! This wish became an obsession. One morning as he was playing with his stick horses, the drone of an airplane was suddenly heard, but he could not see it coming over the tree line. The reason was apparent as the drone became louder. It was flying low and it was not coming from the east as it usually did in the morning. As it approached with a deafening roar, he dropped his sticks and ran to meet, what to him was the most beautiful winged chariot he had ever seen—a beautiful silver with a bright red star and circle, when, wonder of wonders, the pilot leaned out and waved his hand before soaring away out of sight. This gladdened his little heart for many a day and, although he still longed for his old wish to come true, he was in a measure satisfied. The story might have ended here, had not the seemingly impossible taken place. John was now a likely lad of six years, a little helper with the chickens and calves about the barnyard. The increasing roar of an airplane reminded him of the time the pilot waved to him. He dropped his bucket and ran—and it really came to pass. An airplane was landing in the meadow! Faster and faster he ran until he reach- ed the plane, almost out of breath. It couldn’t be true,—and yet it was. There it glistened in the sunlight, and the pilot was a human as his own daddy—triendly brown eyes and an infectious smile as he said, “Well, my little man, what can I do for you?” John answered: ‘‘Oh, mister, if you would only just let me sit in your seat for one minute, I would do anything for you,’ and John shyly handed him the peppermint stick he had been saving for school. The pilot was a gentleman and gravely took his little gift, then, with a chuckle, tossed him up into the plane. John’s joy was com- plete—or so he thought. Then the pilot asked him if he wanted to run to the house and have his mother call to Stewart for a mechanic. Gladly he ran to heed the air- man’s request. It proved to be only a slight repair the plane needed and then came the climax of the story. By this time John’s father and mother were also interestedly watching the proceedings when the pilot turned and said, “Folks, with your permission, I will take Little John up and give him a view of his valley home.” At last the dream had come true! This was almost too good for words. The engine roared and little John saw that they were slowly leaving the ground, and yet they didn’t seem to be moving at all. Up, up, they ascended. Smaller and smaller became the objects below. The field of corn became a green tufted blanket and yet, strange as it may seem, even the drill marks in the other fields were plainly visible. Then he spied his dog—a tiny miniature of old Shep—and even his mother’s hand as she waved up into the sky. It ended all too scon, but in this hard, work-a-day world, can one say that dreams never come true or that little kindnesses never pay. Would pilot Byrnes have thought of giving little John the thrill of his life, had he not tendered his precious little gift of one cherished stick of peppermint candy? The answer is yours—the question is mine. —C. J. E., ’40. « Page Twenty-Four 2, ee | 0 0 cD 0 aD) a ee e 2) A) A A A) A) A) A) ) A) ) (SD ) DD 0D) ) ED DED ED ED) ED (SD DED) ED () SD () ED () SD () (SD

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OF SOE SE (aE (6% Faithful Fanny We once had a dog named Fanny. We had gotten her from someone else, and, although we had her for quite a while, we liked her. She was old and worthless, but nevertheless, she was a true companion. One beautiful August day we planned to go to Iowa City, and decided to take Fanny along and drop her off on the road along the way. After getting her into the car and-driving awhile, we stopped and let her off by a little school house, think- ing that if she stayed around the children would become friendly and feed her. We probably never would have seen her again if she hadn’t been more faithful to us than we were to her. A few weeks later we went back to Iowa City, being curious to see if Fanny were anywhere in sight along the road. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | : ' Finally’ we came'to the little school house, and there before our eyes, was Fan- i ny right in the very spot we had left her lying in a nest made in the soft’ erass on | the bank. ,.Jf anybody ever felt cheap it was we! Here we had left our faithful dog i | | | | | | | | | | i i ' | | | | | | | | ' along the road to die, and there she lay patiently waiting for us. She was very thin when we found her. This melted the ice around our hearts. and we decided to take her along home. She saw the car and jumped up immediately. She must have known we were not on our way home, for under no circumstances would she get into the car. When we returned that day she jumped in the car quick- ly and went with us. She seemed very glad to be going back home. She rode quietly until we were nearly: home, then she stood up in the car and watched out the window. She knew we were hearly home by recognizing the places along the way. When we got home she jumped out of the car and welcomed everyone in a way that orly dogs can. We found out how faithful a dog can really be. We never took another dog ‘for a ride” after that. } Maybe you think you have some true friends, but I don’t think they could go through some of the tests that dogs do, and still remain faithful to the end. —M. E. S. ’40. RD ) SED () RR () CD) REED ( ) () RD ( ) ERED) UND ( ED) RR ( ( ) ED () RD () - () ( LES) EE) ) A) EE) ) A) ) A) SS ) A-SI) -)--() () (2 en ( LL) A) A) A () A () A () ES (ER) RR) ) amie §) 1 ec I |) RFR 6) BR) PST) SE |) RE Re) SF |) |) RE ) ESE |) 8 SD () |) A) SE () CS) LE () (EC) RED 9” aaa arr = x Page Twenty-Six