Northeast High School - Nor Easter Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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I'ff H' . . - if 5' 'i W ' i i if ,mvawuau-alum-and ? ' ws .1 -,V -J ' 'Ei'+sl'114 545g.:':g T'gQ e n'N ' -M T . - --------11-. .Y . - -- . .-.--... .--. ,. fr -1,7-,-gr, 1- .--..,-.A-0:4--,V .. . Y. '-- -. . 22 QQOP? easter The Initiation. ANNA MARGUERITE STQLZ, '22, Bob was frankly troubled. During the three years he had spent at Per- win University he had worked hard -and earnestly to secure a membership in the Perwin Boat Club. At last he had received the coveted invitation and at first had been overjoyed at the honor, but now he was neither joyful nor elated. Charles Montene, the president of the club, had just told Bob what his initiation was to be. About three miles up the river, there is an old cabin, he said. In this you have to spend a night by yourself. It seems to be a haunted place according to what many people say, but I don't think you would be afraid of ghosts after what we saw in France, would you, Bob? Your vigil is scheduled for Saturday night, old fellow, let me know what you de- cide Friday, in case you have any ob-- jection to staying there Friday came and with it Bob's de- cision. Yes, he had told the presi- dent, of course I'll stay in that place. You fellows didn't suppose I was an all-around coward, did you? In spite of his seeming light- heartedness, Bob was quite uneasy. He told himself again and again that no one but an ignorant person would believe in ghosts anyway, but yet the queer, creepy feeling prevailed when- ever he thought of the deserted cabin. On Saturday night the youth set out at nine o'clock for the cabin. He paddled up the river in his canoe, a great full moon turned the river to silver while on each side of the -green leaves of the trees swayed gently to and fro in the soft breeze. The scene was so bright and so courage-giving that the boy almost forgot his uneasi- ness, and by the time he reached the cabin his spirits were restored t-o their usual happy state. I He entered the small hut whistling, lit the candle he had brought with him and gazed about. The place consisted of but one room and in this was a rude bunk which was to serve him as a bed, and a chair which had seen better days. 'fNothing spooky around here, he commented. I guess I'll read a bit to pass the time, it might help to make ine tired out so that I won't have to hear the old ghosts if they come around. He did read a long time, in fact, he finished a very interesting book before he finally extinguished his light and went to bed. He soon fell asleep and the place was peaceful for a time, until all at once he awoke. He knew not how long he had slept, he only knew that he had been awakened by the rude thud of something soft and clammy falling upon his bare arm. He reached out his other hand to grasp it but it gently slid through his fingers, giving a low moan.. By this time he was actually beginning to believe that the suspicions of some people were correct. This awful place must be haunted after all He had not quite recovered from this fright when he heard three low knocks coming from what seemed to be the other side of the room. These were fol- lowed by a scream that made Bob tremble from head to foot. He tried to get up and listen but he was so frightened that he could not stir, so he lay perfectly still, frantically wish- ing that he had never heard of the Boat Club. Soon the clammy object came again and this time brushed his face. It moaned again and then Bob heard a thud as ,if the thing had dropped to the floor. He now found strength to rouse himself and when once on his feet, regained his self con- trol as he stumbled to the door. He was about to unbolt it and rush to freedom when he thought of the say- ing, Only a coward runneth from mysterious danger His honor tri- umphed and he groped his way back to of spc frig TSW the it lig url sol po an If If If H ti st si O.. g. S w tl Sl ri a tc

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The defy may wind 5 may t the All :shold ssions is the them s un- e will xuntie laid It aitely, Tity. .s the form ch we ing to ncipal ral to s are l even ielieve repre- But, :rmost munced inders. rs tell would : men- :ed all zserve. less on in' old recall- And ie-sick Thus, is sim- ystem. -:ma of of the ays he home- where is, the dvance. :re he JN I or' easter? 21 passed from boyhood to manhood un- til he was prepared to battle and con- quer the world. Then, when he comes back to the village or even the farm, the villagers, or country-folk, are proud of him and rejoice with him in his triumph. But we cannot change from mortal to immortal, as Jupiter, and so regulate our passings in this life. Qur body is not a home, only an inng so sometime we must return to the other sphere from whence we came: Q As trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. So says Wordsworth. So we must go back to that home sometime-not our terrestrial home, but one that is infinitely built. There we will meet everyone that has known us, par- doned us, helped us, and read us, not only by our actions but our very thoughts. And when we come to that home we will meet everyone and know Him,.as we could never hope to do here. And then, as Wordsworth says, we will be: Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred spirits of heaven and home. The Old and the New West. FRANCES MARY PALLISTER, '22. In the mountains of the VVest, In that lofty place of rest, Where the dewy purple mist hangs over all, Touching valley, hill and sparkling waterfall, With its solitary gray. There the Whip-poor-will is calling From the pines, whose shadows fall- ing Like a far-off, misty curtain on a dream As they bend above the trickling, laughing stream. Where the sunbeams laugh and play, Play at hide and seek throughout the sighing trees. That give warning to the wandering gypsy breeze, When the crafty panther lurks, And the cat-lynx smiles and smirks And the rattler writhes itself among the reeds. I I-Iereithe cavemen used to dwell In their damp and dusky cell. Here the Indians used to lurk Silent in their savage mirth, As a deer would come to drink At some fatal water's brink, While nearby his death hid in the weeds. Now the white men roam these hills With the same mysterious thrills That the Indians felt in far-off days of old, VVhen some warrior strong and bold Would, by campfire's ruddy glow, Tell of deeds of long ago. The same sun shone overall, The same stars gleamed at night, The moon with her silvery glow Changes darkness into lightg She looks down upon us all, Her children great and small, As in those far-off days of old, The days of Indian warriors bold.

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. rude 1 bed, better 1ere, ead a elp to won't they fact, book 1 his in fell ul for ze. He mtg he kened 5 soft bare hand rough .. .By inning some place 1d not when oming other e fol- : Bob : tried ras so tir, so wish- bf the object ed his n Bob g had found when lf con- r. He .ish to .e say- from Jr tri- J back OP' QHSTQE' 23 to the bunk He sat down on the side of it, and devoutly hoped that the specter or whatever object had frightened him would not continue its revels. just at this moment a trap-door at the other side of the room opened. In it sat a large gray owl. The moon- light streamed in through the apert- ure and showed the watcher that the soft, clammy thing which he had sup- posed was a ghost was in reality only another owl somewhat smaller than the one which sat in the window. These birds, of course, were the cause of all the disturbance. The large owl, who had flown against the trap-door and thereby opened. it, probably knew that his companion was inside the hut by the knocks and moans of the latter, and wished to take him out into the moonlight. . After laughing at his foolish fears, the boy again fell asleep, and when a new day dawned he found himself a full-fledged member of the Perwin Boat Club. October. DORIAN PARKS. If the sky is blue and the leaves are gold, It's October. If the air is clear and its sort of cold- It's October. If the apples are ripe, and the trees around Have scattered the leaves all over the ground- It's October. If the leaves are crimson and yellow, too- It's October. If the grass in the morning is covered N with dew- It's October. If it's Hallowe'en and the days are warm, And the pumpkins are golden out on S the farm- It's October. A Modern Mark Antony. FLORENCE BENSON. As the train stopped at Prior Sta- tion, Mark Antony descended the steps with a frown on his usually smiling face that hinted vaguely of a gathering thunderstorm of temper. Since he was the only passenger whose destination was Prior Station, the train rumbled away almost in- stantly, leaving him alone on the rickety board platform surrounded by a regiment of suit cases, golf clubs, tennis rackets and fishing, poles. Antony glanced anxiously around him, but on seeing no one sat down on the shady step to wait till some one would appear. ' Hang it all ! he muttered. The boys are having the time of their lives up in the mountains today. I promised Virginia Hoover Pd run down for a week or so this summer, and, of course, it had to be the very week I wanted to go with the fellows. Here, Pve never seen the girl, butiqbe- ..-,. .- ns- - - ,wr '1-:.r:r-.iff 'ff ' Y ' Y i T' -5 1 ' - - ' H nn. , ,Y W. 14,1 JL... ,.,....-E T, g,,11, ill.: ,:, :g-Lg 31211 11 'L' ' 2 :xt :TEL