Kapowsin High School - Kapisonian Yearbook (Kapowsin, WA)

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HKAPISONIANH ee--we ee aa ee age eeeeeveeef-e-are-We-efo shoulder in an aggravating manner. Jack smiled in spite of him- self, and the next half hour they walked on in silence with only an occasional glance between them. A light! shouted Tom. Is it the cabin? VVhy no, drawled jack, only four miles or so yet-not tired or hungry, I hope? Hut itis a house, answered Tom. Come on, let's sit down and rest. l've got an idea. ' Don't straini yourself, Tom, and hang on the ideag they donlt come often, know. i A But when theyiido, they're world beaters. just listen to this. Let's toss a coin to see who goes over to the farm house to ask for a hiaind-out. V The boys tossed the only coin they had, between them. Toni lost, asiusual, and Jack sent him on his way, pointing majestically toward the farm house, saying- Slave, serve your master! Tom dreaded the task and mentally kicked himself for his own suggestion. He stopped near the house, made up his story, stepped up to knock, drew back, and rehearsed again. It was hard to do, but he couldnit go hack now and take Jacks cutting remarks even if they were good natured. He walked around the house toward the large lighted windows. He looked np. Two big blackberry pies sat temptingly close to the open window. No- body was in sight-and it was so hard to ask for a hand-out. Tonfs face lighted up. Another idea: in fact, the idea that he had been waiting for since he vowed revenge on Jack. He reached in quietly and emerged two big juicy pies. Jack greeted him on his return. VVhat a good provider you turned out to be, Tom. I said you would be a big help to me, yet. Tom laughed happily now. One for each jack+best old lady-said she was all out of bread till she baked again, but had lots of pies for hungry boys. They ate in silence. Finally Tom broke in, I promised that we'd bring back the pie plates. I'll attend to that-there's a good looking daughter up there. Jack whistled between his teeth. Sol Well, since you got the pies, Tom, Vll be good enough to return the -plates. Tom protested, meekly, but watched with inward satisfaction as Jack smoothed his hair with his hand and straightened his tie, preparatory to returning the plates. 7? Q- 0 .- ..5f..

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HKAPISONIANH o-fsss--sas if-'Ass---si ee eeeee-Wee-sees eeX?e rg-:R nv TOM'S REVENGE Jack and Tom, laden with fishing tackle, trudged along the railroad track. Tom bore a troubled countenaneeg he frowned, sighed and now and then threw a threatening glance toward his pal. Jack was more carefree. Ile walked along with lighter sts-os, made a laughing remark now and then, and answered Tours daf k glance with a grin. Boy! my feet feel good! l'm not tired. Maybe my feet are easier on the pick-up than yours, Tom, Jack remarked entluis- asticallv. r XVell. '1 freakish, long-legged fellow like you only has to pick his la-et up once, where we well-built fellows must bull up twice, snapped Tom. Perhaps your little feet feel out of place with those big shoes draped around them, they should be twink- ling along here in dancing pumpsf' Tom went on sarcastically. .lack ffhuckled. Just think, Tom, at home now they are gathered around a dining room table looking into the faces of sizzling brown pork chops, browned potatoes-gravy-and-- Thats one way the mental suggestion treatment doesn't work, broke in Tom. Gee, you worked my hypnotism when you brought me on this wild goose chase-ten miles to walk from the train and you led me to believe the cabin and fishing was within a stone's throw! Nothing to eatuntil we get there, and it's nearly dark now. l'll get even with you yet-just wait--llll get even, old man. Jack laughed loudly. VVell, you'll admit, Tom, I did a little fishing before l left home. He fell for my line, swallowed hook and zxll, so l brought him along with me. And hypnotism? XVell yes: the power of the strong mind over the weak. he said with a boastful air. Might as well cheer up, Tom, and make the best of it. Youlll never get even now: just follow your master. You'll be a help to him when we reach the cabin, and jack struck Tom's Q s ee -55.

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KAPISONIA'N QP A - we-a -- e-W----------Q HI go, said jackfgranclly, to the castle to win the .fair maiden s hand, oh slave to my Princess of the Blackberry Piesf' Her name's Miss Fortune. called Tom lightly after him. Tom did not have long to wait. Jack returned suddenly and breathlessly, shirt torn and hair dishevelled. HRun for your life, Tom, run! ' I They took to their heels and Tom followed Jack as he plunged headlong in a pile of brush. Then they faced each other. Very unbecoming to your royal dignity, oh Prince Charmingf' said Tom when he got his breath. But Jack was equal to the situation. He would not admit defeat. Oh, but the princess, he crooned, the princess be- came so fo,nd-it 'was hard to tear away. VVhy, the whole family escorted me to the gateln The two boys continued in this way quietly with knowing glances between them now and then. And I'm happier now that I've served my master, chuckled Tom. I , f'And I'm happy to have such long, freakish, speedy legs, laughed jack. They, too, have served me wellf' EDWIN MURPHY, IZ7. BANG Ban! bang! bang! The keys of the typewriter bang, As I pecked out my lessons the typewriter sang: :Just press me wrong, and it wonlt be long Till your paperls spoiled and I sing my song Of triumph, while you frowvg at the paper. Then you sigh and wish for the hearse, But you gotta stick if it makes you sickg Itls eighteen lessons or you flunk, you hick. If a mistake you make, a new paper you'll take, Though you feel like you want to jump in the lake. A Keep on with your toil, till your paper you spoil, And as youlre not to swear your blood will boil, Maybe you'll get one right, if you stay ,all night And work like a nigger with all your might. BARNEY MCFADDEN, '26. 9 9 -SST-