Kapowsin High School - Kapisonian Yearbook (Kapowsin, WA)

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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..

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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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A HKAPISONIANH p ,., , was ,K Z. af.. if 2. T q, better think up a new story. She gets so mad she even drops the baby, who starts to squall. Of course, ma goes to the rescue and forgets pa. They make up easy enough, 'cause in the morning pa kisses her good-bye. Central only gets to rest at night at our house. STELLA PIKIEL, '28, ON SEEKING ADVERTISEMENTS FOR AN ANNUAL Securing ads for an annual is an art. lt may be mastered something like this. A young hopeful goes to town in the morning, feeling very enthusiastic about the ads that he knows he is going to rake in. All that talk about being such a job and taking so much nerve, makes him sick. He'll show 'em, Bah! nothing to it. He fairly swaggers into the first place on his list, with chest thrown out, and calls loudly for the manager. l-Sut at this point it is fate's plan to take some of the ginger out of him. A verv crisp looking clerk pierces him with her stoney stare. l scarcely believe, snaps she, that the manager will see you. as he never has time for ordinary matters. The chest of our ad-seeker noticeably diminishes in circum- ference. The self-sure expression fades slightly He mutters, thick-tongued, something about Very important-fine oppor- tunity for people to advertise--. But the calm, insinuating smile of the clerk has its effect. The youth pivots, and slinks out into the cool, cool air. It will take more than this, however, to completely snuff out the spirit of our ardent solicitor. He mops his brow and enters the next den. Here he is momentarily buoyed up by being per- mitted to behold before him, in all his glory, the manager. It is now time for the answer. Sorry, sonny, but we have spent all the money allowed in our budget for advertising. Good afternoon. Out into the cruel world again, a hopeless feeling beginning to seep through his whole system. lnto the next, only a feeble spark left. He makes his wants known. The manager just barely raises his eyes from his work to say, Young man, we do all our advertising from Chicago. C0r Frisco, or Greenlandj. Anyway., youngiman takes the manager's meaning and makes a hurried exit, so that he will not to be given any help in making it. 42 A A A A eeeefe A AAAAAAAAAAAQQA ....61..