Kapowsin High School - Kapisonian Yearbook (Kapowsin, WA)

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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-

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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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KAPISONIAN 49 - G MY GLIMPSE OF THE IDEAL In the spring of 1932, I wondered what had become of the school from which I had graduated six years before. I planned. therefore, to return for a visit. i As I stepped off the train, my thoughts were all about the school, but I could not help noticing a comfortable new depot. On my way to the school, I found to my delight, that my feet were treading on pavement, and that the streets were lined with new buildings. Imagine my surprise, on approaching the school. to see a fine brick building looming up on the hill behind the gymnasium. The old building, I saw, had been remodeled and painted, and was labeled Kapowsin Grade School. I fairly dashed over to the building which I knew must be the high school. I entered, and was soon informed of everything. There was now an enrollment of three hundred in the high school, and three hundred seventy-five in the grades. There were twelve high school teachers. and fourteen grade teachers. From a tour through the high school building, I could see that nothing neces- sary had been omitted in carrying out these splendid plans. There were three large, light domestic science rooms, plenty of manual training equipment, an auditorium, a locker room, electric bells, two science laboratories, a splendid heating and ventilation system, and well, just everything! The gym, I soon learned, had been thoroughly equipped The Banquet Room was entirely finished and completely fur! nished. Six fine big busses were always in tip top running order! But surprise of surprises! The athletic field of which we had all dreamed in my high school days, was now a beautiful reality! There, in the distance, west of the school buildings, I could see it. W'onderful, I thought. I began now to consider the cause of all this change. Having had some experience in matters of business, I could rather easily figure things out. Kapowsin, and the country round about. had opened up extensive agricultural operations. The egg and poultry, and other industries, were thriving. This prosperity had been sufficient advertisement for the wealth of the soil and the possibilities of the district. As is natural, with economic pros- perity had come educational progress. I inwardly congratulated Kapowsin for its pluck and perse- verance, and departed from the town, overjoyed at the ideal spec- tacle that I had witnessed. ROSS TUTTLE, '26 Q -seg s as eeee eeeee eeessssss-ses,-se-s - ifx -59- . i l