Northern Oklahoma College - Roundup Yearbook (Tonkawa, OK)

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- li A .5 V ' au We .P ,-E The next night the Court house in Old Kay burned to the ground, blighting the spirits of the people until they learned that Clayburn had saved the records of the countyg then there was a general air of rejoicing, cheering fort Clayburn, and Crys for revenge on the ones who had set the building afire. ' The evening after the building had burned, Graymore sat in his home in New Kay, his head on the tableg the setting sun streaming through the window across his gray hairg a trunk and traveling bag packed and strapped near byg and in his hand he clasped the following letter: Perhaps you have already learned that the records were saved from the recent fire, and that plansafor a fire-proof building are being made. Enclosed you will flllfl the duplicate of a note that I now hold in my possession. I would suggest that yo.1 leave the town immediately, for the people are already beginning to guess who was at the bottom of the burning of the court house. I make you an offer of ten dollars an acre for your land surrounding New Kay. Yo-ur daughter has promised soon to be my wife and for her sake I will not press the matter further.-Jim Clayburn. And over in Old Kay, Clayburn and Dora were Walking arm in arm, toward the setting sun: and Clayburn was whispering softly: I played the game my level best and won, dear, when Kay was the stakes, but l have won something even greater than these, 'for I have you. . ' 160 l

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l:Q.,..w !eM t t, 1,3 ,jg M W Rg0QH?t,g1ggF1l:1?1fuZst?OfE1 fi? gofglilger one of you, Graymore snapped out angrily, I I reckon youire right. Gra more' we'r W - . , , , ye see' t-here ain't enough in it to pay: an' sg lloziiglals bfiitlziagg f?g,11?li,Ogl1ta0l2,n' job-thank ye. Ye see I feel sort of ticklish about spilin' the county records an' asyNii'f said, Jim C1a5'bUm'S 3 DUTACY good old chap. No, a hundred won't make a eo and th-E IS an were get to Sayf ainvt it Nik!- Bob Dawson turned to see what lis partner thought. ix Well, how much dO You 'think You're goin' to get out of me for this deal Gray- more growled out. ' KWVEILU DZUVSOH 2U1SW6T'Gd. seein' as how you want the job done so' bad an' as how We Hindi S0 OVST Darticler. we'll just take a cool thousand, Boss. 7 V A thousand dollarsif' 'G-raymore echoed, astonished. Why, that's ridiculous! NI won t pa.y that! I wouldn't have any profits left at all. All right, boss, we ain't worryin' none, ye See we ain't over anxious. H If YOU think T11 pay that you're-but wait, don't go-I'Ve got to win this fight!+ yes, I'll pay itg if only to beat Jim Clayburn. I'll show that up-start of a half-breed who he's trifflin, with. Go do- the work. I'1l pay you the thousand. We'll have to have a written order before we do the work, Graymoi-e, Xig Jack- son spoke up. Business is business ye know, an' we know yer ways. I guess if were got the paper to show, ye'll have to cough up 'the dough. When the deal was made, Dawson stuffed into his pocket a small piece of paper. which slipped through a hole and fell unobserved to the floor, and on which was write ten. If you two men will destroy the court house in Old Kay I agree to pay you one thousand dollars .-W. Graymore. If yo-u can explain what it was that caused Dora Graymore to go inside the olrl cabin the next day, as' she was out riding, you can beat any of us folks of I-Iill Springs for wits. Anyway, she did go in, and she found the note her father had written for Dawson lying on the cabin floor. After carrying it around all day, trying to think what was best to do, she marched right over to Old Kay, her pretty face as white as 21 sheet, and her merry blue eyes full of tears, saying over and over to herself, -:qt jS11't for .Iim Clayburn's sake that I'm doing this, it's' because right is right, and gave the note to Clayburng told him where she had found it and surprised him by asking: What had we- better do first? We? Clayburnts eyes expressed surprise. 1 Yes, 'wel I'ni going to help you. I know I'm going against my people but- but you would too+if-if they-7' Y-es, I know-poor little girl! And we surely need all the help we can get, What would you Say about placing guards around the court ho-use? Clayburn's eyes were more than kind. It woudn't do at all, Dora answered matter-of-factly, you don't know those men! They never give up till they've wo-n a thing, and you COu1dn't guard It forever. I think there is something better to do. What? Hide the records-slip them out from the vault, and after the house has been burned. use the note to force them to your terms. In the meantime the records would b saf . , , B t'Beut I can't, the records are guarded by H County 0ff1C1f11 and We Canyt get 300955 to them Pooh! only Mrs. Morrison, Dora answered, and I can coax her away while you and Tony take 'them from the vault and hide Weill 1111 the ' By Jove that isn't a. bad id-ea! But Dora, to 195119 hand had found the girl's- Why are You define tins' , ,, d 't believe in the methods of m3-0f- cellar of his store. -and somehow C'layburn's Why--er-because I on , Yes but Dora is there no other reason? Do you think you could-I mean, would vou-er 'that is- Y Flavburn didn't know that his eyes were sayingill that his lips refused to say, but his heart leaped lrigh asrliora answered. Softly! .., , - - fl , --. in . NO' I don t think I kuov mu C t ll about the records they were to ,- cstatic moments they forgo 21 I In the next few Zined re-enfo-rcementienough to enable him to conquer the world. 159 save: but .Tim had g

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'Elie 1' is u l-1 ., .. - D V, - V 4- I, VJ. it-s-.1-1 Qs. .F ' e5.,. :',:f,, ,,,., f s Our Campus Leona Edmondson, ' 16 b theyRSiaE11?1KflJigSig3iSraidtigltleiitlbigyxaii,,tha leaves:glitter-in the autumn sunshine as modest 0'r en of tl 0... . fgqm' lem xyllig flier' golgeousi C0101'S.Wlth the W 1 s ge Q ie' 314155. ountains splash and play, sending high the1r'crystal ?ll1fLf'SdNVlrtlittl1e muitrsical vmurmurlot a inountainlbrook. Gayly tinted flowers, still un- bouc ie .31 ie lthlglllllllg 'hand ot the Winter king, nod -21 bright farewep to the ieezes, inhanswbei to their caress. The little birds give forth their happy, careless songs, adding lite and cheer to the beauty and sublimity of their little world. A soft, shimmering sunlight bathes all in a golden flood, and the flying hours are touched with the tranquil spirit of peace and good will. Morning robes all in a dewy light: evening enshrouds the scene inthe purpling shadows of the Coming night. The joy and ex- uberance ot youth intermingle with the sage wisdom and profound knowledge of the disciple of learning. A veritable garden of the gods-our campus! Away from the dusty street of a busy town, let us seek a place of quiet and re- freshment. We emerge from a wilderness of flowers ot every color and variety on the outer edge of the campus, and follow the broad, white walk, bordered on either side with ever blooming roses, to the time worn steps of Clentral Hall. The vines cling lovingly to the wall of this old building, as if to shield them from the ravages of time. As we sit beneath the windows, we hear the busy Click of typewriters l'rom above, and the busy hustle of the machine shop below. Far above us, from the tiny. windows in the top of the building, floats a clear, sweet soprano voice, singing From the laand of Sky-Blue Water. We resume our walk. To the north we hear the lively strains of a well-trained band, and follow the gravel walk to learn the source of the music. Through the tall trees we see the brown brick walls' and gleaming white pillars of North Hall. The band music is now hushed, ag save for the strains of a violin, and the tinkling melody of a piano, the sound here is more subdued. T-lere resound the echoes' ot the modern and ancient classics, mingling with the busy hum of printing press and sewing itchen, and the strong odor of chemicals tell machine. Savory smells issue from the k . us a laboratory is near at hand. We hear not only the voice of the past, but also the trumpet call of the present and the 'future bringing to the eager boys and girls the vrictical knowledge of our HSE l i - D ,' , . . . l , One by one these sounds die away. Directly east ot us we see another building ol red brick. As we draw near it, we hear merry shouts, and at the door we are greeted by a Class of girls glowing xvith health, and with eyes sparkling with excitement. This of course is the gymnasium-the palace of health which equips so many lives with the 1 ' s , . p v Y. . weapons of sound minds and sound bodies and high moial pimciples. . .V - encircling the campus, southward. we pass by the Power As we follon the ioa , s V1' l f inishes heat for the buildings. But we pass on, and at last the ruins House u uci u ' I e , , of Wilkin H311 loom up before our eyes as a sad memorial ot va happy. past. Deserted zyncl Vine-C0vered they remind us of those ivy. mantled towers ot old which romance and asre have made famous. Here the 311155 if JuSt HS Eileen- the fl0W9l'S' Jllst HS bflglll as around the other buildings. Fitting tributeslto the, memory 'of our loved hall. Just as the sun sinks to rest, we come again to the place from which we started, HOW beautiful it appears to us in the Sunset glow! i The stately trees in their autumn 1, Q., mn Clover and blue gl-ass iawns, the sparkling fountains, the beds ot tlowers. Fleim, AI . yvith their trailing vines, the restful, shady seats, all have an en- me GM?c an.uUlS eve,-V loval student ol' our sc-hool, And above all. bearing in its demlmg Chiliml no .tv ,Qeicgme fo every freshman, and waving a farewell to the honor- F?,:3,iei?I1g,Z11T01-wal ' ' 2 - A ' fl' f the Jeace 'ind prosperuy ol' our great institution, ld Glory is unluiled as the Q-llfllflflll 0 1 L 161