Oregon City High School - Hesperian Yearbook (Oregon City, OR)

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6 THE HESPERIAN warlike Indians, we must remember him in his greater role, that of one of the many sturdy men who Came and conquered the great West, and made it what it is today. T The hardships of the plains are no more. The last frontier has given way to the onward sweep of civiliztion, bringing the farm, the schoolhouse and the church. The Indian of the plains now peacefully follows the plow, and the cowboy of Buffalo Bill style is now chieflv seen at roundups. The passing of William F. Cody, marks an epoch in the history of the west, The Old giving way to the New. 4, , it ,-.X mi N 4 - . ' 'I' Q' a B ' -I X -gb Q 5 N . k , - 73 . .4 f .1 e ,Q in a , gf1 fr, . T We-2 '. ' A . ,.'gIP-.' Q,54 ,Tf ,:Q!'5 g I

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THE HESPERIAN y 5 O c 1 :emu 3 - . na - . -L i Q!.Qil1l.ii.i.iiii,i Aff' 1' MW EAM it , , T, , . gd! f -ff rdf ,f KW The Hesperian is published every six weeks during the school year by students of the Oregon City High School. Subscription price, 75 cents? single copies. 20 cents. Address all communications to The Hesperian, Oregon City, Oregon. Editor-in-Chief .... Assistant Editor ..... EDITORS. Eschol Armstrong .........John Rankin BUSINESS STAFF. ....LeonardTompS0n Business Manager .,.... . ..... Assistant Business Manager ..,.................. ........ M arvin Eby Subscription Manager ...,... Assistant Subscription Manager ................. .. Literary Editor .. Assistant Literary Locals ........... Exchanges , ..... . Alu ' . 'iadifdf ' ' mm . .......... . Quips and Cranks Staff Artist ...... Advisory ......... LITERARY. DEPARTMENTS. . . . . .Earl Paddock ...Mable Albright . . .Mable Brigham . ..... Sadie Surfus . .Mildred Huntley ... . . .Audrey Tuor . . . . .Myrle Yexley . . .Merle Bingham . . . . .Alice Holman ........Prof. F. J. Tooze and Mr. John Mason BUFFALO BILL. Who has not heard of Buffalo Bill? probably the greatest hero of Young America, celebrated in hundreds of dime novels by Ned Buntlineg whose tales of gallantry have precipitated so many runaway from home epidemics to fight lnjunsf' William F. Cody earned his title from his many hunting adven- tures. In twelve months, he killed 5000 Buffaloes, hence his soubri- quet Buffalo Bill. Who does not remember his daring adventure when he fought and killed Yellow Hand, the fiery chief of the Cheyennes? Yellow Hand and his bands were fleeing from some United States troopers, when Yellow Hand left the ranks of his dusky brethren and offered to fight any trooper single handed. Instantly, Bufaflo Bill accepted the challenge and in the memorable fight that followed killed the fiery chief. It was this deed of daring that fashioned the plot for hundreds of the aforementioned novels. But besides remembering him, as a hunter of buffalo, and of the

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THE HESPEMAN 7 Q Bingham Zin Cniahhage t Phineas Phillips dropped with the noonday heat from his account- ant's stool, waiting dully for the cashier's assistant, who was briskly passing in and out of the wickets of Holloway and Company's dingy offices. He finally came with his little wooden compartments containing thin envelopes and with cheerful dexterity extricated one and threw it upon the open ledger. So long, Phin. Hope you have a good Sunday, said the assist- ant cashier. Same to youf' mumbled Phin, as he noticed the thinness of the envelope, having long ago given up the hope of it ever being fat. But each Saturday a sickening feeling seized him until he found it no thinner. A A crisp ten, a five and a one dollar bill rewarded his search and he breathed easily again. He had paid his expenses last week and there were now sixteen dollars between him and starvation. Phin, a worried voice quivered with mock jauntiness at his shoulder, can you lend me a five, old boy? My wife-well you know-I need the cash. l'll pay you back next week. Thanks awfully! You're a prince. That's all right, Cobb, Phin replied, lt's a present for the baby. Keep itf, Phin turned around on his high stool and closed his desk with an air of finality. Something had snapped within him that had to do with the subtle refinement of his face and the strength of his well set jaws. He would never duplicate Cobb. He met the manager at the door of his office and said, I'1l not be back llonday, Nlr. Holloway. His voice sounded pinched, unlike his own. I'm leaving for good. Fired yourself, smiled the manager. What's up-a better job ?H No, nothing, said Phin and turned out of the disheveled offices, into the sizzling streets with his soul seemingly crumbling out of him. On his way out he met Miss Rundall, one of the stenographers. She was breathless and flurried and as he held the screen door back, the pretty fragility and the smile with which she greeted him seemed to grip him. She had never looked so tired before. He was now free. He wiped his forehead with a shaking hand. A panic of hunger seized him and he plunged into a restaurant, where men jostled each other. The rank odor of frying onions assailed the place and he ordered recklessly. Phin wandered aimlessly all afternoon and as he neared the cool open fields, he spied a hatless youngster and upon removing his own hat, he felt much like a boy himself. I'd like to live here, he said aloud. Right here and raise gar-