Lewis and Clark High School - Tiger Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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L 1 like-rv Surely xt barred cell erable man have been were surely u It must be a myself That who lay dying Roger De F oe the .NIJ- THE. CONFESSION By Myrtle Levy was a dream' The cold :ron the low wretched cot the mls lymg there the man who might ghost of my frlend these vlslons of a fantastic dream dream I kept repeatmg to man that wreck of a man there was not could not be That Roger De Foe' l almost laughed at the thought Roger De Foe the handsome the magnlflcent the won derful the prlde of our college the pet of society that he should lle dylng wlthm the walls of a crude westem prxson was utterly lmpossrble But as l gazed half stupefxed at the care worn face before me I was forced to admxt to myself that rt was the face of Roger De Foe the fme Intellectual face wlth the hugh full forelread the wonderously lustrous eyes the full sensuous llps and the delicate hes: tatmg chm l gazed at hum and wondered Yes the features were there but thls was not he whom l had known so long that fore head once so smooth and beautiful was marred by a mllllon fine lmes the ewes we e stlll lustrous but the lustre was feverish the glance once firm and true was now shlftmg and haunted the lps had lost their hner curves and were drawn m lmes of suffering and the chm ever dellcate whlle lt had once been held m a semblance of strength now drooped betrayxng wrth startlmv vrvrdness the utter weakness of the man For a long trme I looked down at hlm A Qulll unable to speak and he who had once been my dearest truest frxend retumed my gaze wrth that shrftmg haunted glance that was not hrs own At length he stlrred uneaslly and coughed the short raspmg cough of the dymg Then he spoke m a voice that had somehow lost rts richness ack old man you dont seem to re member me Roger lcrled Roger IS lt you? ln God s name how drd you come to such A pass3 It s a long story ack old man and vt may tlre you to hear lt But you are all l have left Thats why l sent for you I must tell someone l d rather tell you Wrll you lrsten old man3 Of course l will How strangely you speak Do you need me3 Can l help you3 lasked quickly He smiled gently whlmslcally that quamt smlle of his that had once so dlstmgulshed hlm And I remembered with a pang those other days Somehow hls srmle drd not modlfv the bitterness of hrs reply No ,lack you cant help me There rs nothlng on earth nor ln heaven that can help me now lm lost lost beyond all re dernptlon No dont so ak old man Lrsten for I must sp ak Oh God will tht torture never cease3 Onlv llsten only listen lack Assam he coughed that ternble rasp mg cough I would have spoken but he sllenced me wlth a nervous rfoverrent of his hand and f ,, , .. '..l ,......- ' J A X -.ir , 7 X - . - pu., gL,rN - l 0 ' - ' I 1 . ' y 1 y s r b t . . . u n . . . . , . 4 . , , . ' -4 v , . J . . - an . , . . as n - .1 - - ' a n v . , . 1 , n ' - n f , . . ' . . . . U , , - . J . . . . , , . . ' , ' . . - - yn , . . U . w s . - H - x , , . , . - 1 ' , - a . . Y . . x . . f s I . n ' - - - - . I rx H 1 , - A v f ' ' I . . , v - u . s . Q ' ' ' . , A . . , -, . . , , S . , o y a . 1 v . ,, , . , . . U n ' n 3 x . a .. .

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the faculty Item We will of the Lexus and therr artlstlc beauty clded upon as our named school and THE LEWIS AND and bequeath to the walls Clark l-llgh to add to the memorial already de parting glft to the fore we thereby gladly swell the already large and beautrful art fund of the school Hem We will and bequeath to Merle Brown all those snappmg llttle rubbers whrch we have ever and anon been shootmg mto the near proxlmrty of some skullung young Freshre Item We will and bequeath to the Parlslan School of Voice Culture all the splendid slngmg talents of Floy Le Page Hem We will and devrse unto the tres of every rallroad entermg the North Amer rcan Contment the trampmg abllrty of our radrant topped frrend Wlllls Clark Item We will and bequeath unto Mr Wallace and hrs all absorbing hlstory the person of Samuel Alexander Grafton who halls from the Know nothmg Party and demand further that he be privately tutored ln the aforenamed sublect untll such time as he can be glven has diploma upon a slxty per cent grade Item We devrse unto Mlss Dlllon all th talents of the Class Play actors and request her to spread them among all the actors which wlll be produced from succeedlng graduating classes Item We will and bequeath unto Myron CLARK JOURNAL H Moreland the edltorshlp of the Dlshmam Sunday Exammer wlth all appllances and edrtorlal staff as he shall deem necessary for the proper management of sand paper Item We will and bequeath unto the North Central girls our friend Walter C-oar who especially at ball games seems greatly impressed with thelr company He being very dellcate of mlnd and heart we prayer fully ask that the above named Coar be gently treated Hem We will and bequeath and devise unto Vfalter Weller the tltle of Actor Laureate of Amerlca thereby grantmg unto hlm the irrevocable rlght to appear upon any stage between Spokane and Cheney the same rlghts and privileges to be granted his aide cle camp eannette Mornson world all other members of this noteworthy assemblage of graduates as brlght and shln mg lntellects which will ever reflect the lm mortal truth that they were graduates of the Lewrs and Clark Hrgh In wrtness whereof We have hereunto afhxed our name and suznature this day and year as frrst above named By us CLASS OF JUNE l9l2 C H Wrmess to the above named document CARROL THEODORE STARR PAUL S FILER He s Teddy R from Oyster Bay Whose praises many smg He may be Presrdent some day His hat IS ln the rmg Now Wrllram T has cause to re For he can t do a thlng And Teddy R wlll get there yet Hrs hat IS ln the rlng Bemadme lnksier I8 - - ' - - - . Hem. We will and bequeath unto the I H' 1 y L. . f sf . ' ' . I f t,

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THE Lawns AND began to speak agaln m a qulck nervous voxce Ten years ago I left New York and after travelmg about the country for a few years I hnally came to Elmana Thats about a hundred mlles south of here near the Mexlcan llne It s not much of a place merely a general store and a few houses are there Why I came to Elmana I know not but once there I remamed For aumta was there and aumta was an angel from Heaven She was beautiful ack and as good as sh was beautiful Her eyes were as black as the mldnlght skres and as bnllrant as the stars yet as wxde and mnocent as those of a child But I cannot descnbe her She was the most beautiful creature Cod ever created and I loved her Oh how I loved her And she she sand she loved me ack It was such a wonderful thmg our love far too wild to end happily Her father was the proud descendant of some Spanlsh house and he would have none of m Finally there came a terrible struggle between hxm and me And he forced her to marry a worthless young Mex rcan Mantella aumta was young too happlness such a Lmlon must cause And her father was strong too strong for her and for me So she marrled hrm a mercenary rascal who cared more for her father s rancho than he drd for my lovely aumta After the marnage I left Elmana for I love almlta far too dearly to be near her when she was the wlfe of another I went away I say I went to far countries and trled to forget But I could not aumta was everythmg aumta was llfe itself Any man would struggle for lxfe At last when the pam became unbearable I returned to Elmana and to aumta For she was llfe to me When I returned how I found my lovely aumta I-low frail how pale she was how her proud head was bent how her lnttle hands trembled For her father had died and Man tella was master now And such a master to guard my gentle aumta' She sadly told me of the little chrld that had come and had been burled ln the church yard yonder of the neglect of the cruelty of the faithless ness of that monster Mantella CLARK JOURNAL And I3 I loved her and she was lxfe to me So I begged her to come away to leave It all to forget the man who treated her thus to come with me who loved her who adored her But my aumta was far too good far too noble How proudly she lifted her won derful head and bade me go But I knew she loved me And she had sand that which had set my poor bram m a whirl As long as my husband llves I am hrs wlfe I can not desert the father of my dead chlld No not even for you As long as my husband lxves she had sard and the words kept rmgmg ln my mmd If he were dead' If he were dead' A mad plan was forming rn my poor shattered brain I was mad mad' I know lt now But twas for more than llfe I fought for love and for aunlta That nlght was starless The road by whxch Mantella must come home was guarded on both sides by hugh thxck brushes Behmd these my body was hidden My soul had been lost m a passionate struggle wrth self I awaxted the comlng of Mantella dagger rn hand After long dreary hours lmg a quamt old Spamsh alr In a moment lt was all over Mantella lay dead at my feet I dragged hlm to a lake nearby and dropped hrm mto Its bottomless depths Ah rt was hornble' AndI Roger De Foe dud lt I was mad to thmk that she would even touch me after such a deed But I went to her For I loved her Oh how I loved her' I found her Sllfllllg rn the lirellght gaz mg mto the flames with a strange terrlhed expression on her pale beautiful face uamta I crled and that was all M God she moaned you have done lt You have done rt She looked full at me hex eyes those mnocent mldnlght eyes filled wlth reproach and horror And that that was the last glance that I beheld m those dear beloved eyes For before I could utter a sound before I moved from my positron by the door her frail body swayed gently and fell to the floor I ran to her and looked mto her beautiful face There strll lingered m her eves that look of horror and reproach But her hands were cold and her heart was 20 ' . I . c ' . . . . D - 1 - e. ' ' ' ' I , ' young to realrze the great, the terrible un- of waiting, he came, staggering along whist- . . D . . . .D A, ,A 4 J ' I - . .I . . I . , . ' , a I - , , . . 1 ,I . ' , I