Olathe High School - Eagle Yearbook (Olathe, KS)

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Komiks Do you know Tom Mettee? Willis Tainter I surely do: we sleep in the same English class together. Joe Gifford fllelivering Milky. It looks like rain today. Miss Wilkie Yes, that stuff you deliver always looks like rain. Dick Limbird-lln Music Storel I want a cony of The Stolen Rove. Dea1er4I'm afraid I don't know of such a song. Dir-kfWhy it goes-tumrtum-tnmpty-tum. Dealer---Why you meanf The Lost Chord. Dick-Ah, that's it. WHY HE FLUNKED A Play in One Act Scene-A room in O. H. S. Time. one night. after school. Ul1aracte1's'WMiss Thomas, Miss House, Mr. Simmons, Uanitorj. A Senior tkept in for talkinfiil. Enter Mr. Simmons. Miss Thomas-'tMr. Simmons, please shut the window or I'll freeze to death. Miss House- O, if you shut the window I shall smother. Mr. Simmons-'tWhich shall I do? Senior--f Onen the window and freeze one, then shut it and smother the other. P. S. I-fe Ilunked in both English and Economics. He siezed her and drew her to him, he struck her but she made no sound, again he struck her still with evident, rage in his eye, she remained silent. The third time he struck hcr, her head flew ott. She was a match. Mr. Hillfwfhere was the Declaration of Independence signed? Marie Ileitzf At the bottom, sir. liclison L.fWhat makes that red spot on your nose? Hobby-Glasses. Edisgn- Glasses of what? It is easy enough to be pleasant When life is one gay happy treat, Ilut tlte fellow worth while Is the one who can smile, XVhen his L-orns are hurting his feet. K

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'K l'l xX, Lf U l .ta-2 -,A iii., af '- - ' . ' rj 'Q ' ,sd T.: . .. I - Y EN Lg :nr i l- :t ' n f -. Indian Legend O-LA-THEE. At txhe beginning of the 18th century, the plains surrounding the mouth of the Kaw river, were covered with nothing but sage brush and a few lndian villages. At the junction of the Kaw and Missouri river stood a log cabin. It was a mere shack. The different Indian tribes traded their furs there for beads, guns, and novelties, new to their eyes. The man who stayed there was as rough an uncut as the timber that sur- rounded his trading post. His features were hardened by those winds and snows and sleet that come in that region. His religion was that of the survival of the i'lttest - the religion that precedes all others in a new country. He existed because he knew how to handle a gun, yet, he was the forerunner of the white man who brought both mission- ary and the outlaw. He was the out post of civilization, the sentinel that guards tlhe sleeping soldiers. His land was beautiful in its uneivilized sfate. Often as the sun set in the golden west he Would Climb one of the highest bluffs and look out over the country to- ward the setting sun. Behind him was the steady oncome of the white man. Behind him was the missionary who came to teach the Indian the religion of Clhristianity, the tilling of the soil, the turning of the waters into mill ponds. Behind him was the on- slaught of the pale faces. Behind him came the criminal escaping vengeance. Behind him came the evil, the good, the sinful and the religious, to this crude country to make it as the scupltor molds his clay. - Behind him was this, but in front of him was God's own country-those beau- tiful plains, rolling away to the horizon where they melted away into the blue and lJllI'l1l6 haze and mingled with the crimson of the sunset and then turned to a golden light and slowly lost themselves in tlhe blue sky. ln front of him was the silver Kaw, winding its way in the plains and bluffs and slowly but surely moving on and on and quickening its gait when it hears the swish of the Missouri, as if hastening to join its companion. Before him was the Crude man of the country. There a tribe of Shawnees, was busily LITERHTURE