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

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24 or' easter cause she's my mother's half-sister's aunt's niece, I have to lose out on the camping party and come to this God- forsaken country to Virginia Hoov- er's house party. She was going to meet me, but she's like all other women, I suppose, never gets any place on time. He drew out his watch, glanced at it with a frown, and on still seeing no one, took his hat off and using his suit case for a pillow, lay down to wait. just as he was settled he heard a soft low whistle, but starting to his feet, he saw nothing save a tiny white dog. Well, hello, old fellowf' Antony laughed, as the tiny white creature curled up at his feet. It seems to me that you're about as much out of place here as I- He stopped sud- denly, however, for he saw a young girl coming toward him. Perhaps it's the ticket agent's wife, he thought, as he noticed her huge straw hat and gingham apron. He rose quickly, and, as he did so, she called, Is that you, Mr. Antony? This can't be Virginia Hoover! he thought. Yes, I'm Mark Antony, he answered, and as she drew nearer he noticed that she was very pretty, had dainty white hands and remark- ably small feet. Oh, Mr. Antony, I':n very sorry. Have you been waiting long? Vir- ginia was called to Chicago quite sud- denly, and told me to come to meet you. Well, the truth of it is, I forgot all about you and was out fishing when I heard the train whistle. I had no time to change my clothes, so I came just as I was. Of course, you will ex-- cuse my being so late, but you under- stand, don't you, Mr. Antony? she asked roguishl Y' Q Yes, oh! yes, that's all right, Miss -tel-,JJ I-'Jhylis Arabella Dare, she quickly prompted. I'm merely Phyl at the club house and every one calls me that, SO you might just as well begin now. Very well, Miss Phyl,', he an- swered, looking at he' with a queer smile. I think we had better hurry, for it's getting pretty late, Phyl said, looking at the fast sinking sun. The horse and cart are right over there by that tree, and we can carry your baggage over there in a minute. Accordingly, Mark Antony filled his arms with luggage, while Phyl insisted on carrying the golf clubs and tennis rackets. Soon they were jostling down the sandy road, chattering as gayly as if they had known each other all their lives. The shadows cast by the great trees along the roadside grew longer, and the fields were bathed in the soft red glow of the August sun, when they stopped at the club house gate. There, before them, in a verdant little hollow nestled the Cozy Cove Club House. The golf links rolled away to the east. Before them were two splendid tennis courts, and Mark An- tony caught a glimpse of a lake through the avenue of trees. Here we are at last, Phyl cried joyfully, as they reached the club house door. Everybody, this is Mark Antony, and, Mr. Antony, I'll intro- duce you formally a little later. Now, Art, you take Mr. Antony to his room, won't you please? she asked, turning to a good natured looking young man by her side. Mr. Antony, ahem! the young man said, with a broad smile. VVell, Art Cram! Where on earth did you come from? I'm awfully glad to see you, Mark exclaimed as the two college chums shook hands. Excuse us for awhile. Come, old pal ! Art called, and the two chums entered the club house. That evening after dinner, they all went for a boat ride. When they re- turned, and all the boats had been safely anchored, the party lingered a moment on the wharf. Say, fellows, let's have a boat race a week from tonight! What do you say? Art Cram asked as they stood looking out over the clear water. def the sai ba hii loi go th se' all sh ca fr4 Pl w gr sh of TLC th f c ai tl pi O7 ac pi Q sl la hi S. tl xx sl tl 11 lf a o U H li y t. T

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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

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queer ', for said, The there your Q! filled Phyl s and n the as if their great inger, 2 soft when gate. little Club ay to two c An- lake cried club Mark intro- Now, room, lrning 5 man young earth v glad .s the s. e, old :hums ey all ey re- been :red a t race o you stood if. 01 QQSTQP 25 As every one readily assented, they decided that one week from that night the race would be given. Fifteen minutes later Mark Antony sat down in his room. It's not so bad here, after all, he thought to himself. There are iolly good fel- lows, pretty girls, boating, tennis, golf and-Miss Phylis Dare. I've met them all, but I like her best. She seems to be mighty nice, but-hang it all-Virginia will kick it all over when she comes, I'll show her, though, she can't run me. The boat race a week from tonight, and I-my gracious, Phyl Dare, I'm going to win! Dk Pk Pk X Dk Pk Pk All was a bustle and excitement one week later at Cozy Cove Club grounds. The small boats lay on the shore, resplendent in their new coats of paint. Mark Antony in the in- terim, was greatly excited. During the past week he had grown quite fond of Phyl, and now, on this very afternoon when he wanted to win the race for her sake-to gain her praise-Virginia was com-ing back. The race was to start at four o'clock, but at three-thirty, a buzz of admiration arose as Mark Antony ap- peared in his white yachting suit. Quickly the crowd gathered on the shore, and one by one the boats were launched. just as Mark stepped into his boat, a small boy, carrying a large straw hat, ran up to him. Miss Hoover has arrived and sent this hat to you, hoping you would wear it. It is the one she wore when she won the Vassar race, and she thought it might bring you good luck. Thus the youngster breath- lessly delivered his message, then, after handing Mark the hat, sat down on the wharf to watch the race. Well, of all things, Mark thought to himself. Here I've never seen her, and she's sending me her hat for good luck. I'll not wear it ! he declared, yet, as he laid it down, he noticed that it resembled the hat Phyl wore the day she met him at the train. l'1l wear it, he decided, but l'll pretend that Phyl sent it to me. Then the pistol was fired, and placing the hat on his head with a smile, Mark Antony rowed up to the starting point. He knew that Phyl was far down the shore at the judge's stand, and he felt that that would be a great inspiration to win. Again the pistol was fired, and the little boats shot off across the water. How evenly they glided along! Then slowly Mark Antony's boat fell behind the others. The half mile post was passed and Art Cram's boat was far in the lead. All of a sudden, Mark Antony seemed to awaken as from a trance. He vigorously bent to his oars and slowly but steadily gained, yard by yard, till he was but an arm's length from Art's boat. Antony glanced up and saw Phyl on the shore. How excited she was, yet, he knew she expected him to win. Could he? Yes, he must! Once more li bent to his task, and his strong, brown arms steadily plied the oars. The two boats were abreast now, and they were but two rods from the goal. Faster and more steadily glided An- tony's boat, till she was a full length ahead of Art's, then, with one mighty effort, he crossed the line five yards ahead of Art Cram's boat. A cheer arose. He had won. Yet, had he not determined to win the first night he met Phyl? There she stood now, waiting for him. As he rowed to the shore, she stepped lightly into his boat. Oh, Mark, Fm so glad you won! I just knew my hatin But,th'e interrupted: Your hat? Why, Phyl, it was Virginia Hoover's. '5Mark Antony, you foolish boy, don't you know that I am really Vir- ginia Hoover? Your mother's half- sister's aunt's niece, a favorite of the whole family, too, she laughingly asked. Virginia! he gasped. Then seiz- ing the oars, he rowed quickly around the bend and paused in the shade of some weeping willows. Now, tell me all, he demanded eagerly.