Kapowsin High School - Kapisonian Yearbook (Kapowsin, WA)

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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

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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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V HKAPISONIANH . .s f-V Ahggkaa afvmaei--see e - ee--we WHAT CENTRAL MUST THINK Central must think us one grand family. l'm really sorry for her, but Ijust can't be in the living room all the time to keep the kids away from the phone. l'd take a bet any time that central's got more gray hair now, even if it was black, red, or green yes- terday. lt's simply awful! The morning usually starts with pa call- ing up his office. Cf course, that darn baby has to squall, and pa gets mad and starts to cuss. I bet if you could send things over a phone, central would send bricks. f Next it's ma calling up the grocery store to get things for lunch. Of course, the kids have to yell and tell her not to forget to get them some candy, and ma's trying to think. lt rattles her, and she yells lmclefajt the kids to shut up. Central must think we're some lunaticsyescaped from Steilacoom, and wishes we lived in the middle of Africa. After dinner it's brother trying to date up his girl. He al- ways has to look up her number, 'cause the kids tease him so much he gets so he sees things cross-eyed and backwards. Cen- tral told him once that he must be some beau, not being able to remember her number one dayg but central doesn't know what he has to go through. Wfhen I grow up and 'phone my girl, I'm going to lock them kids up in the cellar where no one can hear them squall. No, l wonlt either, lcause once my brother nearly got pinched. He chased the kids in the coal shed and locked them in. A cop that was walking by, heard them yelling and went to see what was the matter. The fool kids told him a thief locked them and pointed at my brother who was going down the street dressed fit to kill. lt took a lot of arguing to make the cop see that they lied, but he was set free, and didn't those kids get a licking! Ma wouldn't give them any pie for supper. Central hears an awful row at evening when pa 'phones home and tells ma that he ean't come home just yet ,cause he's busy at the office. Ma yells for landis sakesf' at him, for she knows that he's going to the club. She tells him that he had 5 Y . 4. ela- e -W e- 5 e --ee e --efeei--hge-ew are .50..