Pardeeville High School - Whisper Yearbook (Pardeeville, WI)

Text from Pages 1 - 90 of the 1924 volume:

“THE WHISPER PARDEEVILLE HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL PUBLISHED BY SENIOR CLASS PARDEEVILLE, WISCONSIN DEDICATION tftu tlje ParbeefrtUe Jliglj J clrool, Ijas aifreb us to gain Ijtglj tbeals aub to broabeu our bisiou of tlje future, foe, iffe Class of ’24, bebicate tl|is, ‘‘dye pitlisperT’ FOREWORD 3lt is tljo sincero fjope of tlje jentor Class anb tlje Ebitor of tljis annual, ‘‘Cljo JHHtisper,” tljaf if fuill serbe as a portrayal of Parbeefrille jMiglj Jicliocl life anb I]elp to preserve tl|c refremteeb memories of bags spoof tljore. ALMA MATER Editor-in-Chief ANNUAL BOARD. Kenneth Fuller Advertising Manager............Merwin Simmons Circulation Manager............Jerome Duncan Advisor..................Harold C. Zimmerman SCHOOL BOARD. Treasurer....................Mr. Frank Smith President..................Dr. Joseph Chandler Director.....................Dr. H. E. Gillette ■■ HAROLD C. ZIMMERMAN, PRINCIPAL. Typeing, Shorthand, Bookkeeping. MARJORIE STEPHENSON. History, Sociology, Civics. VELMA HARTNELL. Science, Physics, Algebra, Geometry, Commercial Arithmetic. MARGARET ROBERTS. English, Physiology. CLASS OFFICERS President.............................C. M. Simmons Vice-President..............Esther Manthey Secretary.................Norm a M athewson Treasurer.......................Mattie Cuff CLASS MOTTO “Out of the channel into the deep’’ CLASS FLOWER American Beauty Rose CLASS COLORS Delft Blue and Rose Esther Manthey....................“Essie” A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest of men. Norma Mathewson.....................“Shorty” I would live happy if I knew I were benefit- ting one other. Evelyn Maynard....................“Evie” Serve all, but love only one. William Meyer.......................“Bill” Whispers and notes are the wages that fol- ly earns for itself. Nila Mullencup............ Work is the staff of life. “Freckles” Velma Baillies...............................“Sis” A blush is beautiful, but often inconvenient. Jerome Duncan...........................“Jerry” All men who avoid female society are stupid. Mattie Cuff...........................“Matt” It is not work that kills men, it is worry. Kenneth Fuller...........................“Fat” Liifht is the task where many share the toil. Velma Davis............................“Dick” I lose peace of heart when I hurry. Horace Gibbs................... Musical in more ways than one. “Skinny Olga Heath.............................“Rippy” Wrinkle not the face with too much giggling. Orfa Heath.......................“Chatterbox” Why can’t I make a hit? Violett Kohler.............................“Vi” The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse. Hugo Kohler.........................“The Man” My chief wisdom consists in knowing my own faults. Clifford O’Beirne....................“Buster” Sometimes I set and think; and sometimes I just set. Myrtle O’Bleness......................“Myrt” No person can be wise with a small vocab- ulary. Merwin Simmons.......................“Bob” Silence in women is like speech in men; deny it who can. Irma Radel.....................................“Erm” They think too little who talk too much. Raymond Stockwell............... My beauty is vested in my hair. “Lemon” T CLASS SONG Old “Pardee High” we must say goodbye, 'ihe school we have all loved so well, Though we are leaving someday we’ll return, Then of our deeds you can tell, And as we remember our past school days here, We’ll shout, and we’ll sing, and we’ll say with a cheer: Cho: You’re the kind of a school we can’t forget. You’ve a place in our memories still, And though we have roamed, In years gone by. We will always be true to our Pardeeville “High.” If in the game, For gold or fame. The years bring joy or regret, As to this, we’ll all agree, You’ll always be— Just a school we can’t forget. Cho: 2 We’re the kind of a class you can’t forget. We’re the class with lots of pep. We can work, We can play, They always say we do things up in the regular way, We have joy, we have fun, we’re never glum, We’re the best that you ever met, Our class of ’24, Who’d ask for more? We’re the class you can’t forget. ❖ • • ❖ ❖ ❖ • v • WE ARE ALL ARTISTS. The baby draws attention. The official draws a salary. The laborer draws wages. The gunfighter draws blood. The dentist raws teeth. The drinker draws a blank. The dentist draws teeth. The artist draws faces. The actor draws crowds. The politician draws votes. The lawyer draws a contract. The draughtsman draws plans. The old soldier draws a pension. The reporter draws assignments. The forger draws a jail sentence. The philosopher draws conclusions. The bank account draws interest. The depositer draws checks. The time draws near when The undertaker draws us all. ■■m � ■ CLASS POEM I ❖ ❖ ❖ i ❖ ❖ • •. i I The sunshine filtered through the leaves With soft and dreamy sheen, When first we met together En September of nineteen. V. Of goodly number was our class, AJid to each girl and boy, Lift seemed so full of promises, So full of bope and joy. And others who before us went When they together came, Told us of all the good that stood Behind the school’s fair name. So day by day we wrestled with The rugged knots of learning, And night by night we burned the oil, The weary pages turning. And though the weeks and months went by, Our goal still seems as far As that dim spot in mystic space, The far-off polar star. And many comrades who with us Begin this 'course to run, Becoming weary cf the race Have dropped out one by one. But to us who have gained the goal We sought through bitter strife The rich reward for it means mucli In each one’s after-life. ;; It means a higher better sphere For each young girl and boy And that is why each graduate Hails P.H.S. with joy. ■- Farewell for we must leave thee now, Fair halls and quiet bowers , B ’t in our thoughts forevermore Wc wreath thee round with flowers. - s ■ m if 4 P - •'(i ■. ,:h f. - '■ i . . ♦, . • i , A ♦ A, •'VVV • vvvvvv1 • •8� ❖ GOOD BY TO THE P. H. S. By Jerry Duncan. Our HighSchool days are over, And youthful times have passed Picnics, parties, dances With the good old Senior class. The sad thoughts that come o’er us When we shall drift apart To future destinations, That seem to pierce our heart. When our life long positions Are before us like a dream, No more to go to high school So true it does not seem. But after all is over And memories full of naught We then turn back to school days, With a smile for every thought. • • • v ■ • ♦ ••• ❖ ••• ❖ ❖ ❖ • • • v • v ••• v v ❖ v v CLASS OFFICERS President............................Mary Kamrath Vice-President....................Mildred Warnke, Secretary and Treasurer.........Ida Allen CLASS MOTTO “Hitch Your Wagon to a Star” CLASS FLOWER American Beauty Rose CLASS COLORS Cerise and Silver • JH � 4'M'+ +'M, ,M ' +WM+ i' ' '� H� M'W + + +++++ ++++++ + + +4+ + ++ + V f ❖ ❖ ❖ •i ❖ I JUNIORS. In our foot steps you must follow We hope no bitter pills you swallow But to cure you of your sins, Take advice ’er last year begins. We know that you will pass Though we put you in a separate class There’s talkers, listeners, students, mourners. Lovers, cutups, but no reformers. To Louis, Mabel, and Orval we must say Tho talking makes the world seem gay “A wise old owl sat on an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard Why can’t you be like that old bird?” The cutups who try to say and do All they can to tease and laugh too Are Wilfred, Louis, Mildred, Alice, To You: “Great wits to madness are near allied And thin partitions do divide.” ❖ s I s s ❖ ❖ ❖ f f f t I f ❖ • f ? ❖ £ ❖ : ❖ ♦ f ❖ • ♦ • f •5 The quiet ones, Irma, Loran and Ilah, I'jla, Mary, Francis and Beulah This saying I am sure will apply From what I’ve noticed standing by “In matters of conscience first thoughts are best, In matters of prudence last thoughts are best.” Lila, Marion and Frances Take this for your solace, “Death and love are the two whigs that bear the good men to heaven, So do not cry or mourn but make a date to meet in heaven. To you lovers Verna, Everett, Harland, Gladys, Mary, Ellen, Red, Tink, Mildred, Bee, Frances, Margery and Helen, You better beware For there is more in your class than is really fair, Just go with whom you please, For, “He was warned against the women, She was warned against the men, And if that won’t make a weddin’ Why there’s nothing else that can. But God is a God of goodness With love for us all possessed; And perhaps now he will take yon And give you a good vacation rest, And then introduce you to Solomon And say, “Ex-Juniors, do your best.’' • ❖ + ++++ + + ++ + +++ %%■ • ♦ • • ♦% «% 4 � Iola Allen, Verna Boettcher, Irma Cuff, Margie-Edwards, Everett Grover, Louise Green, Harland Harris, Loran Hiller, Mary Kamrath, Margery Keith, Helen Miller, Beulah Roberts, Edrie Roundy, Marion Reynolds, Ilah Taylor, Mildred Warnke, Gladys Balliet, Wilfred Bren- cman, Francis Edwards, Lila Graham, Louis Greuneberg, Francis Maginnis, Ashley Milton, Mildred Patchin, Alice Pease, Parker Pear- son, Beatrice Towner, Hazel Traut, Gene Thompson, Mabelle Utkc, Orval Walker and Violett Robbins. Junior Pet Peeves CHIEF AMBITIONS. PET PEEVE. Iola Allen To say it with a smile Walking home Verna Boetcher To pretend she is bashful Patchin’ Wilfred Breneman To be a regular Sheik Blushing Frances Edwards To go to church Report cards Margie Edwartis To own a “Park” Rolling my eyes Louis Green To vamp the teachers My wicked eyes Louis Grueneberg To be a regular fella “Cutie” Harland Harris To be able to wink Music recitals Loran Hiller To talk Silence Mary Kamrath To be a flapper My bobbed hair Margery Keith To giggle Whispering Francis Maginnis Sunday morning recitals The fair se: Helen Miller To paint artistically “Rusty” Ashely Milton Hunting precious rubies My front seat Mildred Patchin To reduce My freckles Parker Pearson To be handsome My old Ford Alice Pease To go hiking My Bean-lover Marion Reynolds Selling Fuller Brushes Goggles Beulah Roberts To show my dimples My Kitchen Edrie Roundy To win Buster Funny face Ilah Taylor To be somebody’s darling My beauty Gene Thompson To raise Caine “Tink” Beatrice Towner To be quiet Stones Hazel Traut To teach Geometry My good reputation Mabel Ut'Ke To be a contractor’s wife To settle down Orval Walker To tease my neighbors My Brilliance Mildred Warnke To make a nice home for someone Music lessons Irma Cuff To gain an average of 100 Teachers contradicting Violett Robbins To be a Paris model My winning smile Everatt Grover To walk with Leone Leone’s other admirers Lila Graham Being kind to horses Geometry me ❖ • ❖ • ❖ •: •: CLASS OFFICERS President.................Thelma Hill Vice 'F resident..........Spencer Ades Secretary.................Nellie Jerome Treasurer.................Mabel Barden CLASS MOTTO “We will find a path or make one” CLASS COLORS Purple and Gold CLASS FLOWER Pansy SOPHOMORES. Sophomores you are a study Enough for anybody. You are rather wild and gay But you’ll settle down some day. On the south side of the main room You may sing providing you’re in tune. We wonder if the “Freshies” do Everything suggested by you. What you do will influence others So take advice and mind you’re mothers. May good luck follow you In all that you ever do. Kenneth Maginnis, Doris Walker, Mabel Barden, Olive Cuff, Luella Cuff, Nellie Heath, Leone Dunning, Vein Cuff, Rosclla Kagan, Sarah Cuff, Hazel Cuff, John Patchin, Norman Topham, Lila Warnke, Mer- ton Lcijner, Ira Stair, Mary Larson, Thelma Smith, Thelma Hill, Harry Bicncman, and Spencer Ades. Sophomore Pet Peeves CHIEF AMBITION PET PEEVE Spencer Ades To walk with girls Not being rich Mabel Barden To have all the sleep I want Getting up in the morning. Harry Breneman To reduce History Hazel Cuff To be more studious Whispering Luella Cuff Work all day Keeping house Sarah Cuff To be a school teacher 9 Leone Dunning To have more freedom A grove Rosella Eagan A toe dancer, to be Pigs is Pigs Thelma Hill Music Household arts Nellie Jerome To be a high stepper Staying home nights Mary Larson To be a teacher Leaving home Merton Leisner More Sunday nights, to have “Oh Kid” Kenneth Maginnis To have a good time Studies John Patchin To be a ladies man A Junior Thelma Smith To be a farmer’s wife Graham Ira Starr To be a mechanic Women Norman Topham To be a doctor My brilliance Doris Walker To be a vamp Did you get your No.? Arthur Warnke To be a farmer School Lila Warnke To get thin Monday morning Verne Cuff To grow tall 1 Olive Cuff To be a movie actress Bookkeeping Nellie Heath To live in Portage Green | CLASS OFFICERS President...................Harold Baillics Vice-President..............Isabel Leisner Secretary and Treasurer......Hazel Bradley | CLASS MOTTO ❖ “To the top but still climbing’ | CLASS COLORS | Green and White I CLASS FLOWER ❖ Lily of the Valiev ❖ • ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ •:« ❖ • + 4 ♦ “FRESHIES” Oh you Freshies, bane of our life, Over you there is so much strife, It is your color I guess That twists us in such a mess Some argue that you are red Because, you blushed ’tis said, Others say a brillnant white That must have been on a dark night Others say a brilliant green But really that’s rather mean Still others say you are blue For Freshies that can’t be true. We found by judging them all That you were green in the fall But now after days of study Brains are clear; not so muddy. At present you are, we believe Some-what like a yellow leaf. Good luck, Freshies of ’24 And may your troubles be no more. ♦ ♦ ❖ •I ♦ V V ❖ :• ❖ ❖ Glen Clark, Harry Ford, Paul Egan, Lyman Topham, Evelyn Utke, Hazel Bradley, Ruby Merrill, Isabel Lei.ner, Luola Gilbert, Harold Bailiics, Edward Woodward, John Schmidt, Mildred Maginnis, John Kohler, Esther Gruer.eberg, Esther Kamrath, Norman Lawson, Feme McElroy, Roger Roberts, Charles Scharf, Kenneth IV'oran, John Thomas, Clarence Stanfer.bicl, Glen Breneman, Louis Merrill, Ralph Lcahm, Chester Warnke, Gordon Eg Ic trn and Mildred Achterbarg. OF WHOM DO THESE SONGS REMIND YOU? “Gee, but I hate to go home alone”______________Norma Mathewson “Stumbling”__________________________________ Raymond Stockwell “The Sheik”_______________________________________________Kenneth Fuller “Abide with me”____________________________________________Horace Gibbs “The one T love belongs to someone else ___________________Harvey Wendt “I’m just wild about Harry”________________________ Thelma Smith “Stuttering”-------------------------------------..Normanl Lawson “All for the love of Mike”_________________________ Thelma Hill “You got to see Your Mammy every night”_____________“Bill” Meyer “Barney Google”-------------------------------- Glen Breneman “I ain’t nobody’s Darling'’__________________________________Irma Radcl “Let the rest of the world go by”________________Evelyn Maynard “Rio Nights -------------------------------- ..Violett Kohler “Rurnin’ Wild”-------------------:-----------------Louis Greene “Leave me with a smile”_____________________________________Edrie Roundy “Oh Harold”-----------------------------------------------Margery Keith “Everybody calls me honey ___________________________________Orfa Heath “Out where the West begins”-------------------------------Merwin Simmons “Lonesome and Blue”__________________________________________Mary Larson “Somebodys wrong”--------------------------------Irma Cuff “Three o’clock in the morning”------------------Clifford O’Beime “My sweetie went away”---------------------------------------Olga Heath Freckles'-------------------------------------------------Johnie Patchin “Where’s the Man of My dreams?”______________________________Hila Mullencup “Old fashioned Girl”------------------------------- Sarah Cuff “Say it while Dancing”---------------------------- Velma Davis “JUST A HIT PAST FORTY When you’re just a bit past forty And your hair is turning grey, And you feel a wee bit naughty You will shake your head and say: 4 Ch, I used to be some stepper And a ladies’ man, that’s all. Now I’m just a bit past forty And for me they do not fall.” When you're just a bit past forty And your children think you’re old, P nd they speak of Dear old Daddy Don’t it make your blood run cold When your age by youth is measured It’s sure tough, you will agree; When you’re just a bit past forty And your heart is twenty-three. When you’re just a bit past forty And your wife, the little queen, Looks just as good to Daddy A.s when she was Sweet sixteen, You will kid yourself a little Say you’re only in your prime— But you’re just a bit past forty And you’ve lived past half your time. When you’re just a bit past forty It is up to you I’m told To keep playing with the youngsters Do not let yourself grow old. Sing their songs and dance their dances Do rot fail to let them see, Though you’re just a bit past fortv That your heart’s still twenty-three. COME ON, SMILE! If the world don’t look alright, Just smile! If you’re out too late at night Just smile! If you wake up sort’a grumbling Why, your gloom will soon be crumbling, And the blues you’re surely humbling, When you smile. If your work don’t go to please you, Just smile! If the hoodoes want to tease you, Just smile! If you always meet it right You'll turn darkness into light And your life will be alright, If you smile. Oh, I know you have troubles: Say, smile! Harvest always leaves mere stubble— But smile— You can scare bad luck away; Turn the night-time into day— But thrre’s only one sure way; That’s to smile. It acts just like a boomerang When you smile; If you ever care a hang, You smile! Every lime you send one out, II will turn itself about And come smiling back, no doubt, If you smi!e. If your best gi:l turns you down, Just smile! Someday, things may turn around, So smile! You’ll be lonesome, so I know— But the world won’t want to know So, don’t let your feelings show. Try to smile. No matter what life’s like. Lets smile. Let’s put joy in place of strife And smile— If I he world is out of socket. Full th-: flap down, then lock it— With a smile! THILETIJES BOYS’ BASEBALL TEAM. Harold Bail lies, e; Harry Breneman, p, captain; Gordon Eggleston, 1st b; Gene Thompson, 2nd b; Ashley Milton, 3d b; Parker Pearson, ss; Wilfred Breneman, If; Hugo Kohler, cf; Louis Green, rf. Subs: Harland Harris, Edward Woodward, Jerome Duncan, Mgr. Pardeeville 27 Pardeeville 15 Pardeeville 13 Pardeeville 15 Markesan 7 There arkesan 3 Here Cambria 4 There Cambria 9 Here BOYS BASKETBALL TEAM Harold Zimmerman, coach; Ed. Woodward, R. F.; Gene Thompson, sub.; Everett Grover, sub.; Harold Baillies, sub.; Charles Scharf, R. G.; Gordon Eggleston, L. F.; Ashley Milton, L. G.; Captain. Pardeeville Randolph Lost There Pardeeville Fall River Lost There Pardeeville Poynette Lost Here Pardeeville Pbynette Lost There Pardeeville Fall River Lost Here Pardeeville Alumni Won Here At this period of the Season (Christmas vacation) the basket ball hall was condemned by the Railroad Commission of Madison. For this reason the games for the rest of the season were canceled. A few of the High School boys, mostly Freshman, under the Cap- tain-ship of Ashley Milton played two games. One with Peterson’s Cafe of Portage, which was a victory for “The Bloody Five” and the other with the Portage Baptists, in which they were defeated. GIRLS' INDOOR BASEBALL TEAM Mattie Cuff, Velma Baillies, Ruby Merrill, Thelma Hill, Nellie Heath elma Davis, Norma Mathewson Oitfa Heath, Esther Manthe. Fardeev, le Camb.ia Won Here Pari eeville Cambria Won There GIRLS’ BASKETBALL TEAM Thelma Ilill, Esther Manthey, Nellie Heath, Mattie Cuff, Miss Stephenson, coach, Ruby Mcri ill, Velma Baillies, Ol a Heath. LAST VACATION. She was pretty with teeth like pearls, Te-ping out between coralline bars; And her eyes, when she smiled on a fellow. Just twinkled like midnight stars. She captured our whole delegation A Trinity junior (a swell,) Two cheeky Freshies from Harvard, And a couple Sophs from Cornell. Well, we used to walk out in the evening To watch the moon’s crescent rise; And some of us thought of the landscape, But the rest of us thought of her eyes. And when the murmuring water The silvery light was aglow, It appeared Hike a vision of Eden (To the Freshmen especially so.) Such is life! Here I’ll show you the locket She gave me at parting; and Bill Has a bangle of hers in his pocket— We keep them for a memorabii’. As for me, though, I wasn’t enraptured, In spite of the rose-tint and pearl, For somehow I’m never contented With only a tenth of a girl. And she’s not very young, let me tell you— Several years since she left school; And I don’t think she’ll ever get married, She can’t find a big enough fool. Her name? Miss Van Arsdel, of Brooklyn. You met her you say, in July? You’re engaged to her, Tom? Oh, the dickens! Beg par-----well, hang it____good-by! : ■ . •- - « ■ ■ .. ORCHESTRA. Merwin Simmons, drums; Clifford O’Bcime, cornet; Wm. Meyer, violin; Kenneth Fuller, violin; Frances Edwards, piano; Francis Ma- ginis, violin. Horace Gibbs, banjo; Harlan Hariis, hoin; Kenneth Maginis, guitar. ( LITERATURE.) THE RESCUE. It was a warm afternoon in late May, the sky was a clear azure blue, trudging along a solitary road—solitary except for the occasional flitting of a bird or the soft tiead of timid rabbits and shy squirrels, could be seen a slight figure. The figure walked with a graceful swing and faintly the soft humming of a popular song could be heard. It was not necessary to see the smile on Dorothy’s face or the twinkle in her merry blue eyes to know that she was happy. Happy and care-free was Dorothy, for why not? She had a pleasant, happy, if not luxurious home, a loving father and mother who would do anything to forward her plans and make her happy. Dorothy was a senior of the class of nineteen—, in the town of Arleen. The teachers, if somewhat strict were the kind that took interest in every pupil and seemed more like dear friends than the usual, story depicted cross old maids and bachelors that one quelled before and who sent shivers up and down one’s back when they cast their unsympathetic stern countenances toward you and coolly stare holes through one when vainly trying to find some answer that had been frightened out of existence as far as you are concerned. On these occasions it really is a Godsend for the teachers that stray bricks are not at hand and that train- ing from early childhood has taught self- control to the pupils. Dorothy had none of this to put up with and as her classmates were all that one could wish for, a jolly group of twenty-five who worked together for the benefit of all—her school life was happy. Singing unconsciously she went over the day’s happenings. She had gone to school early, her father had taken her the mile and a half that lay between the Southwell farm and town. Her studies all had been extra well prepared and she had periods for all subjects tomorrow so she had tucked under her arm a library book, fiction, which she was going to report on for reading circle work. “I wonder if I can finish this book this evening?,” ran through her busy alert brain as she tossed back the curly black locks that the mischeivous wind had loosened from the clasp and blew gently across her face. She paused to watch a squirrel who was busily performing acrobatic stunts in a tree, but he seeing his audience as she came closer scampering off among the tree tops. A short distance away was a low roomy looking house painted a soft brown. The yard, well kept, was gay with all sorts of flowers growing about. Dorothy ran the separating distance. “Mother!” Her mother, hands busy in the mixing of bread turned and kissed her affectionately. Happy hands made short work of the preparations for supper and soon all was prepared, eaten, and the work over. Dorothy threw herself on the davenport, tired of sitting in an erect position all day and prepared to read. Her eyes fairly flew over the pages. Now and then a flickering smile or the quick intake of breath gave us the natuie of the story. The hours passed swiftly—her parents retired—even the angora cat lay “snoozing” contentedly curled up beside her. Finally the book was laid aside and she lay thinking, for it had made her look into the future. “Next year—next year, what am I going to do?,” she questioned herself if for the first time she seriously thought beyond the present. “I am finishing school, my friends and I will part on that last night to wander no one knows where, maybe never to meet again.” She pondered the question but to no avail, finally giving it up she sighed and retired. The rext morning she was up as usual, bright and early. Her mother noticing the thoughtful expression on her face said, ““Dorothy, what if, troubling you this morning?” “Nothing mother, I was just thinking,” was the reply as she tried vainly to smile and be her usual self for she knew it was useless to worry her mother for it was quite beyond their means, her desire to go to college. “Dad, I wou’d love to walk to school this morning and there really is no need for you to take me fot I know that you have plenty else to do,” said Dorothy. “Now Dot, you know I enjoy those rides to school every morning, but to tell the truth seeing as how you don’t mind I really have a little extra work to do,” said Dad Southwell as he patted Dorothy atfection- atelly as she starved out for school. Dorothy knew with the sun sh'ning brightly and flooding all nature with a rad- iant beauty she could not help but absorb the necessary sunshine and joy she wished for to bring back her usual gay spirits. For how could she be sad with all nature singing merrily, and the birds chirping a good morning as she passed? Worry was soon left behind and she was merrily ans- wering bird calls and talking to the bab- bling brook as it laughingly slipped down its bed of white pebbles and sand, banked on every side by green fields and woods in full glory of spring time. When Dorothy reached school, peace had been restored, somehow, some way she would get the necessary funds for college. “Oh Dot,” came the calls as she entered the building. A group of girls came and surrounded her as she was a little late and only ten minutes of time remained before the last bell. “Dot, we are all going on a hike tonight after school,” exclaimed Gert. “Can you go?” asked Marion. “Yes, and we are going to stay until about eight-thirty and then hike home, instead of doing the lazy stunt of riding!” joined in Betty. “Yes, where to?,” queried Dot, gather ing a vague idea from their chattering as to what it was all about. “Out to Wilis resort!” they choroused. “Grand! What are we going to eat?” “Oh, marshmallows, weiners, buns and everything. M-m-m-m-mm.” “Be sure and take your swimming suits.” reminded Betty. “Sure we will bring ours. When is this all going to happen?” “Oh say now, aren’t we in on this?” “That does sound good doesn’t it?,” came in a chorus as a group of boys swooped down upon them and set themselves de- liberately to work to invite themselves to join the party on the hike “Really now, doncha know,” said Jack in the most tragic tone and a very fitting expression on his handsome face, “It is foui lo-o-o-o-ong mi-i-i-iles.” “Say you bunch of good for nothing Ind- ians, don’t you kid yourself. You are lett home on the shelf as far as this party is concerned!” shouted Gert. “Beat it! This is strictly an old maid’s convention!” “Leave us alone before we get desperate and do something rash.” These and many other similar threats the swamped girls uttered, all to no avail. Still undaunted the boys continued and soon had the girls laugh- ing and easily won their point, and they gayly planned the lark together. The afternoon was pleasantly warm, a slight shower the preceeding evening had settled the dust, everything was perfect for a picnic so they started out in couples the chaperons at the head. “Say, who purchased these?,” ask Jim as he held up a large package, “goodness they are nearly breaking my arm.” “Oh, I purchased those, charged them to the dust and told old Silas that the rain would settle it,” cheerfully scribed Jack. “Oh, now you aren’t so smart.” exclaimed Don. “The English are mighty slow at jokes aren’t they?” declared Dorothy. “Did you ever hear this one? A tramp who was very hungry stopped at a house and asked for something to eat. The lady said, stt? would give him his dinner if he would split a pile of wood. Now this tramp was rathe? lazy so he split part of the wood and covered up the rest with it and went into the house. The lady surprised to see him through so quickly went out to inspect the job. She discovered the unsplit wood and called him to account for it. His reply was, “oh, those are English walnuts and they will split tomorrow,” finished Dorothy. And the four full blooded English boys and girls looked blankly at one another. Then laugh- ed at their own density when they were told the joke. “But did you hear of the tramp that stop- ped for a piece of bread and butter?” asked Gert. “No.” “Well, the lady said to him, ‘You can have a sandwich if you will take this rug and beat it,’ and the tramp took the rug and beat it.” “Oh, we got a donkey without any nose, but gee! how he can smell,” sang Jack. In this way they bantered and the hike was all too short. The re3ort was reached, a beautiful spot of about a mile of land along the shore of a large lake bounded on the one side by a green rolling plain and on the other by rocks hundreds of feet high, worn by me freakish elements into millions of odd shapes and designs and with the slanting rays of the glorious sunset was transformed into a living scene that even an idler would pause in wonder and admiration to gaze awe-stricken upon. The party dispersed to the bathing houses and soon came out in full array all pre- pared for a plunge Swiftly they swam out to the floats and here after worshipping the beauty of it all they gayly dove and slid down the shoots. “Let's swim out there!” came the almost simultaneous exclamation as suiting their actions to their words with one accord they plunged off for a distant float. Thi water stretched smooth as gla?s before them a perfect mirror for the wonderous scenery as they swam now this way and that laughing and then choking from water that ran into their mouths. When a short dis- tance from the float Dorothy was seized with a slight cramp. Thinking it a mere trifle she said nothing and swam on. The chattering had stopped as all found they needed their breath to complete the swim. Valiantly she kept swimming but the pain increased and she knew that it was hope- less and only the first word of the intended “Help Me!” shot in a gasp from her lips she was totally seized by a cramp and her body made useless. She sank beneath the smooth water—just a slight rippling of the blue water was left to show the spot where she sank. Dorothy had gasped for a deep breath before she sank, but by mere chance she had not filled her lungs with water and though aching in every portion of her body she held on like a bull dog to a rope for sh'j knew she must not allow any water to enter her lungs. With her eyes wide open she saw the water pass by and fish swimming calmly by—powerless even to frighten thvm. She knew if she had patience she would rise. Oh, this uselessness, this not being able to move to help herself in the least. “Give me sttength to hold my breath awhile longer,” she played as she hung balancing for what seemed to be an eternity—then slowly—yes. Slowly she was ascending. She could feel herself rising, thanks to the air in her lungs. “Help!” She called feebly then sank. This time she was not so lucky lor she had taken in water with the air. j At the moment of her first call their attention had been on a distant diver and when the party turned they could see noth- ing. Absolutely nothing. For one moment they expected to see her head bob up laugh- h-g at them but as the seconds grew, the ringing ‘“Help” resounded in their ears, and each moment as they waited it took a truer ling and their anxiety grew. Wor- ried, the girls were ordered to the float and the boys waited for her to come up again. Jack being first to realize that some- thing was really wrong went under the water and kept forcing himself down A short distance away he could see a figure distorted by the water slowdy mounting to the top which he. knew to be Doiothy Her face was set in a grim smile. He knew that if she was not “done for” she was not lar from it by the expression on her face. “W’hy? Why didn’t she struggle?” He questioned himself. He came to the sur- face first but before he could reach her, Dorothy’s “Help” this time fainter and ter- ror stricken rang out! The second time Dorothy went down the passing water was like a movie of her life as it coursed through her brain, things long forgotten came to her vividly pictured, “Tiust in the Lord,” came comfortingly to her. Oh, this powerlessness to move. She could not—she knew she could not hold out any longer. She closed her eyes and the long held breath was freed. A gasp for breath and she knew no more. Jack had gone down after her again. It seemed ages before he came within reach of her, also to the others who were waiting, for they could not swim like he could under water. Many of them would have given a good deal for Jack’s abilities as a swimmer because inaction during such a time, when every moment was valuable to the saving of a dear friend, life was unberable. Jack . was reaching her, he grasped her by her black bobbed hair and swam upward—foot by foot he forced himself to the top. With a last great effort he forced himself to the top. Jim, Don and the others helped to tow unconscious Dorothy to the float. Jack was the hero of the day. First aid for the drowned was adminis- tered to Dorothy and after a long heart breaking work over her apparently life- less form, the water was forced from her lungs and she drew breath of her own a- ccord. Dorothy came back to consciousness and soon was able to tell them her ex- perience. A launch with a doctor on board steamed up and came along side of the float. They were a.l taken back to shore. The party decided to spend the rest ot the day on safe dry land and Dorothy in short order was able to enjoy the fun al- though she was made to set enthroned with her back against a tree and be served and let them entertain her royally. The fun was in full swing when the prof- fe?:sor appeared on the scene and handed Dorothy a letter. She opened it uncertainly, and then screamed with joy for she had re- ceived a scholarship on an essay she had written seve.al months before. College was in sight at last for Dorothy and on her graduation night no one was hap- pier than sr.e lor her dearest wish was to come to pass all because three months be- foie she had put forth her best efforts into writing an essay. At the time she had had no thought of the prize but wrote it merely for the information and practice it would give her. She had lived up to her motto, “Do all things well for the present and the future will take care of itself.” Maybe it was due to the tie formed by Jack’s timely rescue and maybe not but at any late when Jack and Dorothy met years afterwards, there was a short engagement and then a happy newly wedded pair e- merging from the grand old church back in their home town of Arleen. By Olga Heath. A Trip to the North Pole. It was mid summer in the year of 1923 when two prominent citizens, Jerry Duncan and Bob Simmons started the propellor of their airoplane for a trip to the north pole. It was the evening before their departure and all plans and provisions were in store, everything from common pins to Palm Beach suits. The alarm went off at four and within a half an hour the sputtering of the engine could be heard distinctly in the morning breeze. The morning was clear and everything looked favorable for a good start giving the young pilots good spirits. The first lap of the trip was from Pardeeville to Seattle where they stopped and got dinner and at two o’clock started for Nome Alaska. At an elevation of eight thousand feet tho farmers could be seen distinctly cultivating their crops of hay and oats. At about four in the afternoon clouds could be seen in the distance which were good prospects of an on coming storm and about four thirty the wind began to blow violently and the rain started pouring down. It was noticed that the water in the radiator of the air cooled plane was very low for the engine was getting very hot, so the intelligent young pilot “Bob” unscrewed the raidator cap and held a funnel so as to let the raid- ator fill up. Everything went fine from there on and they arrived safely at Nome where they remaineed for the night. Next morning being Sunday they got up bright and early and went over to the Bear- ring Sea and took their morning dip and then went back to the hotel and put their Palm Beach suits on and were ready for the last lap of their journey. They had not been in the air more than half an hour when Jerry the cook got breakfast ready doing very good with the exception of spilling of some of the soup which was caused by Bob dodging the mounntian peaks of mid ocean. The scenery was getting very beautiful and in the distance enormous whales could be seen sunning themselves on the iceburgs, and for some sport the daring young pilots determined for excitement landed and went squirrel hunting each armed to the teeth with a forty-five caliber gun and some sling shots. The season was closed on fishing and hunting but before long their knap sack was filled wKh perch and squirres. Their hunt being a success they again were ready to resume their journey but upon close inspection of the plane it was found that one hind tire was flat but as soon as it was fixed they were off. Within seven hours they were in sight of the north pole and up- on finding a suitable place they lowered to the ground. They stepped from th.ir plane upon soil which had never been trod- den by white man and were within arms length of the pole which was very rusty from out-door exposure. They approached it and grasped their hands about it for they could hardly believe their own eyes fov they were the first ever to reach the north pole. They stood there amazed and speech- Kid McDoogl It was evening at the Bar C ranch and the men had just partaken of their evening meal and settled down for their after sup- per smoke and stories. Out on the plain rode a solitary horse- man, who was young and straight and one might see that he was a very good rider ficm the way he sat in his saddle. He was known as “Kid McDoogle,” and true to his name he was a typical Irish lad, with blue eyes and a fair face. He had left the ThreeX late in the fore- noon of the previous day and had been rid- ing steadily ever since except for a short sleep and one or two stops to eat and rest. As he rode on he caught sight of the light at the Bar C and drew his horse to a stop. “Wall naow, I wonder what place they call that. Guess I’ll go down and have a look,” drawled the Kid. He started his horse at an even pace and was soon at the door of the Bar C which he gently pushed open and stood there un- noticed by any of the occupants of the room. “Hello, fellows, is there room for a guy what’s tired after riding all day and night?” asked the Kid with a soft and gentle drawl. The men looked at each other in surprise. “Well, I’ll be.,” began Jim Dalton, a strong huskily built cow’puncher, as he sat up on the edge of his bunk. His hair was less and upon going upon the other side of the pole they were facing south and they w ere Te—Toe—Bum—Squizzled to find the temperature 90 degrees lower. They remained there for several weeks gathering relics which included everything from white elephants to an Eskimo-Pie to show as proof of their discovery. Last but not least before their departure they paint- ed the pole with platinum and carved their initials upon its base which was a suitable ending for such a wonderful exploration. Their trip home was filled with many ex- citing adventures too numerous to mention and upon their arrival at Pardeeville they were greeted by the horror stricken people vdio thought them dead. : in the West. all ruffled up, making his surprise more noticeable. “How the heck did you get in here with- out our hearing you?” “Who are you and w'here did you come from?,” was asked by Fred Guessmer, a- nother noticeable man, as he, like all of the other men, had a great surprise at having a young man step softly into the bunk- house without anyone hearing or seeing him. “M,y name’s Kid McDoogle and I’ve just come from the Three X ranch about seventy- five miles southeast of here.” “Kid McDoogle—Seems as tho’ I’ve heard that name before and sure ought to know you, but can’t seem to remember,” mused Jim Dalton. “Go over to the house and the boss’ll hire you if you’re looking fer a job.” The Kid thanked him and left the bunk- house. He went straight to the house and knock- ed upon the door. It was opened by a gir1 of about twenty-one years of age. She had golden hair that fell in curls all abuot her face and eyes as blue as the sky. The Kid drew his hat from his head. “Could I see the boss of the Bar C, please?” “Certainly. Just step in and I will call him,” she replied in a soft musical voice that sent thrills running all over the Kid. She returned followed by an elderly man of about fifty who had snow while hair and a moustache. He was one of these old fashioned men of wealth as you would find in the East but rarely find in the Wild West. The Kid wondeied why he and his beauti- ful daughter lived away out here in this wild place. “My daughter said that you wished to see me,” said the old man. “The men in the bunk-house told me that you might hire me so I thought I might as well see,” replied the Kid. “I’m glad you came,” said the old man, “My name is John Foster and this is my daughter June. We have been in need of a good cow-puncher for some time now as one of our men was hurt in the early round- up and we have not been able to. get a- nother. What is your name?” “My name is Clifford McDoogle, but they always call me ‘Kid,’ ” He answered. Mr. Foster shook his hand and hsked him into the parlor. It was a beautiful room, more beautiful than he had ever seen be- fore. The floors had wonderful rugs so thick that you could not hear a foot-fall; there was a piano and other luxuries that only one who is rich c.ould afford.. They sat in chairs near the open fire- place and talked about the. Western ways until it was time for bed. “You can stay here for the night in- stead of going over to the bunk-house,” said Mr. Foster. “Where can I find a pjj e to corrall my horse for the night?” asked the Kid when they were about to leav e the parlor. Mr. Foster went with him (fot the stables and when the horse was fe J they went Jpack into the house. “I hope you'll like this job and stay with us,” said Mr.. Foster as they parked at the door. “Thank you, I think I will,” was the reply. Morning dawned beautifully. The sun shot its golden rays down on the Bar C with extra warmth and the men were all up when the “Kid” opened his eyes. He jumped out of bed and got into his clothes and in a few minutes he too was out in the yard. The first man he saw was Jim Dalton. “Did you get a job?,” asked Jim. _ “You bet I did and I’m ready to work now if you’ll tell me what to do,” replied the Kid. “VVe’.e going out on the ranch to-day and round up a few of the stray cattle that got away from us before,” said Jim. “Are you coming?” “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he called o er his shoulder as he hurried to the stable for his horse. In a short time he was back and ready to go. “Quickf il cr” his horse was al. o ready to go. A good nights rest had not only helped the Kid, but the horse too. Jim look- ed «at the horse. • . “A goed horse you’ve got there,” he said, “best I've seen in a long time about the:e paiAs, what do you call him?” “His rame’s Quicksilver. I gave him the name when he was just a colt. Found him in a mud-hole nearly dead. Guess the Ban;! was too fast for him. I took care of him and doctored him up for a couple of weeks and nature d:d the Vest. He sur don’t look like he did the fir t time I saw him,” laugh ed the Kid. The men rode in silence for quite? ji while. Then one of the. men broke into a song and aM • the rest picked it up, even tbe Kid joined in. They came to the top of a raise and stopp- ed in amazement for a great herd of buf- falo could be peen a short distance to the East, ard in front of the herd was a lone rider. The horse was running at top speed. The rider’s hat blew off and you could see a wave of golden hair. Jjun?l” escaped from the lips of every man present. The Kid was the first to come to his senses and speaking to Quicksilver he started off at top speed, the men all after him. “If I c n only get there in time,” thought the Kid. He was. steadily gaining on the herd and ledvfti$ the men in the dust. $o he was but a short distance from the gipl and with a last leap Quicksilver gained the other horse’s side. The Kid reached out and took June from her saddle and put her behind him on his own horse. Then he turned Quicksilver to the west to where the other men waited for him at the edge of the buffalo herd “Hang tight to me,” he told June, “and you’ll be all right.” He then gave his horse its head, and looprj ing the reigns around the saddle horn, he took two revolvers Horn their holsters and prepared to shoot his way tnru ihe buffalo nerd, 'they were d. awing ncaier all the time. At ia t ne shot and two bunaloes Qiopped. Qu.Cn.silver never once slackened speed or raltered. At last he joined the men and stopped. He looked around and said with a bioad gi n on his lace, “Well, that’s that.” At this all the men burst out into a roar of laughter. When they had quieted down they start- ed home, June still riding behind the Kid. ’t hey had foi gotten all about the stray cat-) tie by now, or at least they did not care. When they got in sight of the house they all gave a shout and by the time they got theie a crowd of men had gathered, waiting lor them. They were anxious to know why they were back so soon and how June hap- pened to be with them. “June what is the matter, your face is as while as snow?” asked her father as he came out of the house just as they rode up. “Nothing father, I’m all right. Come into the house Mjr. McDoogle,” she said) Cue of the men took the Kid’s horse and he helped June into the house. When they got into the parlor she said. “Father, you must thank Mr. McDoogle, for he has just saved my life.” “What do you mean, June? Explain what this is all about.” “I was riding Queeney out on the range when I came to a deep ravine, I did not re- member seeing it before and I started to enter it when a herd of buffalo started to run. They had been in the ravine and I had not noticed them. I do not know what started them, but instead of running away from me they ran toward me. I turned Queeney and started as fast as I could for home, but I knew I could never keep ahead of that fast mooving herd very long.” She stopped, a sob rising in her throat as she thought of her pretty pony. She went on; “Just as my pony was about to drop from exhaustion I saw the men from the ranch not far off. I tried to turn toward them, but Queeney was too afraid to be turned from her course. Mr. McDoogle started first and got to me before the herd was too near and made our escape. I can't help but think of poor Queeney out there.” Mr. Foster took June in his arms and kissed her. “Thank heavens you are safe. What could I have done without my June?” He reached out his hand to the Kid and he took it. “You have done me a great service today that I can never think of repaying. I will be indebted to you all my life.” “Please do not try to thank me. I could not have stayed on the safe side of that herd and seen her killed. Not only that, but I love her. She is the image of my mother and also has the same name. My mother was more to me than anyone in the world. She was all I had. But a year ago she died and left me alone. Here is her picture.” He handed Mr. Foster the picture and turn- ed with a sob in his throat. He heard Mr. Foster give a sharp gasp and turning saw his face a deadly white. “June, my God, June, it was all my fault.” He broke down in a fit of sobbing. It was the first June had ever seen her father cry and it frightened her. “What is the matter, father?” she asked. “I will tell all. Mr. Clifford sit down. I v. as born in the east and raised there. When I grew up I fell in love with a girl named June Crestwood. She was a beautiful girl with golden curls and sky blue eyes. We were married and baby June was bom. I was jealous of my wife. I always thought she did not love me. One day when baby June was about a year old I came home from work to find my wife with a man, ana a handsome man he was too. My jealous nature got the best of me and I would nof listen to reason. I sent the man away and told my wife I never wanted to see her a- gain and that she could leave June with me. In the morning she was gone. Years passed. June was a girl of fifteen the very picture of her mother when one day the handsome man again returned. He told me he was my wife's brother, my own brother- in-law. He told me that she had gone west and married a noble man out here some- where but that he had died a year after they were married. She had a son. I came out here to find her and have been looking ever since. Where did you live before your mother died, my boy?” “My mother and I lived in a little town some distance from here called Beaver Hill,” answered the Kid. “How old are you?” ‘ 1 was eighteen not long ago,” was the reply. “Then you are my brother,” cried June in delight. “How glad I am that you came to us.” “My boy I hope you will stay with us, and be a brother and son. What is ours is yours. If you will call me father,” said Mr. Faster. “We will go east as soon as we can and I will put you in business.” “Father as much as I would like to go and be with you I can't leave the west. I “Yoo It was a cold bleak day in January, gray massive clouds floated through the sky and the snow blew in flurries through the streets of New York. It was the hour of twilight and from the windows twinkled the lights— the snow glistened like banks of jewels, a}l, the great city was wrapped in winter's grip. The crowds hurried hither and thither com- pleting some task before darkness fell. Far up in an office building sat Eugene Grey who was finishing a personally writ- ten letter to an old college chum of his who: was a lover of nature and who at present was camping in the big forests of Washing- ton. Before Gre lay the letter to which he was responding, and one paragraph caught and held his attention. It read thus: “And Gene, if you ever have a boy, afer you have educated him send him West; send him to these forests, let him learn to love the great out-doors and he will profit by it. As I write this all I can see js stately trees and all I can hear is the songs of the birds mingled with other foreost. sounds. It is here that you can go out under the skys and confess to Him who created everything that is fine and noble;, it is here that at the end of the day you sleep with undisturbed peace, and while I am in this mood I will add one more thing and that is I wish you were here to enjoy these days of solitud? with me ” Grey pondered over this “if you ever have a boy”—it had been his one great hope was born and raised here and I love it be- cause it is so open and free. I never would be happy anywhere else,” replied the Kid. “That is true,” caid Mr. Foster. “You lore the west, we love the east. But still I can fix that some way. You can run the ranch and call it yours on condition that, you write and come to see us once in a while and we will do the same. June and I will leave for our eastern home as soon as pos- sible so that I can see how' my business is coming. “Thanks father, I am not worthy of all this. I’m just a wild cowboy, yet I'll be your son ' By Jerome Duncan. Hoo ” that he might have a son to gladden his years. He remained in thoughtful study unheedful of the flying moments. The office force had left and his thoughts were un- disturbed—but suddenly the door flew operj and in rushed Johnnie the’office boy, “Oh! Scuse me mister tho't you’d gone home til! I seen the light. I came back after a book I left up here. Gee! Mr. Grey ain’t that Alger ‘feller' a swell writer tho’, Golly! wish't I could write stories like that.” This was all in a breath and Grey’s smiling face encouraged the boy to querry, “Don’t yoq like to read ’em? I got a couple for Christ- mas, I'll bring them if you want me too.” • “No; thanks Johnnie. 1 don’t think I’ll have time to read them for a while; you know I’m pretty rushed, but I've got some good books I’d much rather you’d read thar those of Alger’s. Do you like to read West- ern stories, have you ever had any of Zane Grey’i books?” “No;- IVe hear lots ’bout him but Me, said his books was expensive, we could’nt afford them. Gee! I sure’d like to read some of his stories tho’.” “Well I’ll bring you some, Johnnie, and if you’ll get my coat and hat you can ride a few blocks with me.” “All right Mr. Grey, it’s awful cold out and I’de be much obliged—but say what'll people say when they see your office boy riding with you?” “We don’t give a ‘confound’ what ttfey say Johnnie.” Soon the office was in darkness and Grey and Johnnie were seated in a taxi and travel- ing homeward. When they had gone some distance John- nie exclaimed “Fll have to- get out at the next block- ‘bossV “At your service Johnnie laughingly an- swered Grey and the boy shot him a wor- shiping g’ance. The next block was now reached and John- nie hopped out and with many a grateful thanking trotted up the street. The diiver wa ; about to close the door when Grey’s eyes were ai rested by a dark object in the adey, just then the lamps of a pass- ing motor cast its lights upon the object and Giey was surprised to see the form of a child huddled close to the brick wall of a building. Jumping out he ran to where the child lay and at? he looked he gazed into the upturned freckled and tear-stained face of a boy. The eyes weie closed and an almost unseeming pallor lay upon the thin d:awn countar.ce. His trousers were torn and about his hands were wound pieces of cloth, evidently torn from the lining of his lagged coat. On his legs were rerrij nar.ts of what perhaps were one day stock- ings. As he watched a shiver shook the small form, but he had already stooped and raising the child gently in his arms, he eariied him to the taxi and after placing him in the seat entered and soon he was again on his homeward journey. He removed his overcoat and the child was wrapped in its warm folds and he was held in the embrace of Grey, down whose cheeks were streaming tears of pity and in whose heart still burned the desire for a son. “Poor little fellow,” he softly murmered and bent his head and placed a kiss of al- most fatherly tenderness upon the boy’s pale cheek. The car now came to a halt, in front of a great stone mansion. From its windows shone soft lights and peace and plenty were reflected from within. The front door open- ed and a uniformed butler descended the step to swing wide the irpn gates for his master to enter and when Grey passed him with his burden no one would have known by the servants placid countenance of the train of thoughts in his mind, for his facial ex- pression masked his feelings. The wife was there to greet him but she drew back in astonishment a . he entered, and.passed her as in a dream. He carried the child to the great panneled drawing room and laying him on a couch returned to seek his wiie who now stood in the door way, too surprised to utter a word. , “Jane, can’t you find some clothes for this littie chap? I’ll tell you all about it later.” Before he had finished speaking to her she was off to get the clothes herself, without the aid of a maid for although a lady of wealth she was only a loving and attentive wife, who was capable of waiting on her self. When she returned to the room she found her husband and a servant busily engaged in drawing the couch toward the great fire- place in which a new log had been added and the flames danced merrily. Grey was saying, “The little chap must not be disturbed hope ‘Doc’ gets here soon.” His hope was soon realized, and the boy now in clothes several times too large for him but never-the-less clean and warm. He lay in. a restless slumber, his cheeks weie fever flushed, and his breath came in short gasps. He was unaware of his sur- roundings, the doctor had pronounced it pneumonia, and a very serious case, but he advised they should not move him til’ he awoke, for the more he could sleep the stronger he would get. Alter he doctor had left. Gray ar.d his wife sat and watched over the child .and it was Jane who said, “Let’s keep him.” She had been struck by' his childish beauty and the look of innocence upon his delicate features. Grey’s heart sang with gladness over Jane’s proposal and so they sat and watched over this strange little piece of hu- manity until the gray; hour of dawn ap- pioachcd and the east was streaked with the first tell tale signs of the coming dawn. It was then that the lad’s gray eyes opened and he looked with bewilderment at his suiroundmgs. Wa 5 he dreaming? Wben would he a- waken? Then a «soft hand enfolded his and a kiss was placed upon his parched lips, he looked up into a pair of hazel eyes full of love and endearment. If only this was his mother but he had never known such, he could but recall in the vague long ago a sweet-faced mother and then she had gone away and never returned. Now his ey03 wanaeied to the other side of the couch ana there sat a sombre man watching him intently. -now do you feel now, sonny?,” but the chiud did not answer. He closed n.s eyes to uitain a gam before he should awaae and lind himself back in the alley. But he never loui.d himself in the alley again, lor now he is Winston, a Harvard man, and he has reached his Senior year and that year soon passed and he found himself with his degree. What should he do? Why whatever Dad wanted him 10, of course. Didn’t dad always know what was right ? So it was dad, who when confronted said, “Son I want you to go West—to the forests of Wasnington and be a forest ranger.” This suited Winston for he cared not lor gay society life—these frivolous girls were mere painted dolls, he would like to meet a real girl once not a “sham.” It was witn hope that he prepared for his journey. The night was at his farewell party that the girls discovered that young Gray was a handsome fellow, they had not seen much of him during his four years at Harvard, but now he was tall and erect, his athletic figure spoke of a strong body, while his clean gray eyes seemed to penetrate—ones very beingj his brow and high forehead spoke of in- tellect, while his well cut mouth and strong chin and jaw told of strong will poT er. His abundant dark hair cut and combed in a neat fashionable style added to his striking appearance. He was gay and care-free but his sweetheart of the evening was his mother, for he had but a few' evenings to spend with her, and he could not waste his time chatting to some prig of a girl. It was after the last girl had bid him a success and farewell that he turned to his mother and dad; he was grateful to these two and his gratefulness was unspoken, but they knew what his heart felt. So passed his last days at home with his mother and when they bade him goodby at the station their hearts were heavy. With a last wave as the train passed from view—- Winston became aware that once more he was alone. It was a beautiful autumn day, the sun cast its friendly rays upon mother earth, but the air was cool and crisp and the leaves rustled in the breeze. Far down the trail a robin not yet southward bound sent out a low pulsating call and from a distant knoll came the mate’s throbbing answer. Thiee years had passed since Winston Grey had kissed his mother good-bye and come West. On this Autum day he had risen before sunrise and after saddling his horse, “Duke,” rode off into the forest This had been his duty for three long years and it still re- mained so. He was a Forest Ranger and each day he went to the Observation Tower from which he looked out over the surround- ing woodland and scanned the far-off hor- izon for any sign of a spreading smoke which would mean a dreaded fire to be bat- tled. It was he who was responsible for these acres upon acres of trees. The sun was sinking to rest, and the birds were homeward flown while the squiirels capriced about in the twilight chattering and scolding the chipmunks who intruded upon their play grounds. All seemed peace- ful as the spell of evening fed upon the gieat out doors. Grey had returned from his lide, and another day’s work was at an end, his evening meal was over and seating himself in the doorway of his cabin nt? waited till darkness fell and the stars one by one twinkled in their bed of blue and the moon rising over the tree tops flooded the forest with silver radiance. Taking from his pocket a pipe, he smoked for some time. The night wind was gradually rising and it moaned through the trees as if relating some dreadful tale. Suddenly the quietness of the night was broken by a pawing and stamping of hoofs, and from back of the cabin came “Duke.” Rearing on his hind feet he beat the air with his hoofs, then lowering himself he trotted toward Grey and taking his shir sleeve in his teeth, he began gently tugging. At the first sound of disturbance Gre knew what it meant—the steadily rising wind had carried to the horse’s sensitive nostrils smoke, to him that odor was a? much of a warning as was the clanging of a fire bell to the well trained fire horse. After saddling the horse, Grey mounted and rode off into the forest. He drove steadily on until just at break of day hi slowly ascended a high hill letting Duke pick his own sure-footed way. At last the top was reached and stopping, he gazed down into a valley of burning trees. Through the ever thickening haze, he could see the rising of volumnous clouds. Ihen all was ablaze. He could do nothing to prevent this on rushing ocean of flames. He sat for a long time watching this pan- orama—Duke’s ears were pricked forward and raising his head he neighed loudly Grey turning in the saddle was astonished to see a riderless horse climbing tne side of the hill. He dismounted a. d caching the approaching pony by the bridle, he immed- diately examined the paraphernalia and dis- covered that the saddle was a light one—a girls—then above the roar and crackling oi the fire came a faint “Yoo Hoo” and Grey looking over a steep precipice,_ saw a mere speck iar below, which was struggling tc climb the hill. The fire was sweeping on toward her. Grey realized her immediate peril and giving Duke free rein sent him sliding down the hill and he himself fol- lowed, dodging this way and that to avoid crashing into a tree or boulder. At last the bottom was in sight anod look- ing around he saw the girl a little distance away as he turned she called “Yoo Hoo” and waved. He advanced toward her. She was deathly white, biting her lips hard to keep back the tears. “I am lost,” she said. “My parents and a group of friends are camping in the woods. I sneaked away and an hour afterwards 1 was completely lost—” Grey cut in, “Take my horse and Fil try and climb the hill.” The terrible heat already seemed to burn their lungs, and they saw it would be but a short time before the fire would sweep on to them. She was about to refuse when Grey caught her in his arms and swung her upon Duke’s back. “He will take you to my cabin and you can get help from there.” “But how will you get out?” Already the fire was nearing them. “Never mind me—but if I shouldn’t get out my name is Winston Grey of New York, Avenue—” “Winston Grey!” she cried, “why my brother—Harva rd—” Then before Grey’s face flashed the face of “Jack” Kendall, a good college friend of his. There was a strong resemblance of Jack in he gild’s face. “Hurry!” said Winston. Duke was get- ting impatient and he wistfully eyed his master. “May God help you,” said the girl and Duke, though he did not want to leave his master’s side started his climb up the steep bank. Lois Kendall knew that it was one chance in a thousand for Grey to escape. When rhe gained The top of t'he hill, she looked down to see Gray rushing toward an op?n- i g. She screamed to warn him, for what to him appeared like a means of escape, to her who could look down onto it, it was only a small space surrounded on three sides by flames and a gap on the other side toward which He was rushing. It was on'y a death trap. Again, and again she scream- ed werds of warning—but of no avail, he had row reached it and with a Iasi spr’nt passed inio the border of flames. When she.looked again she saw him run- ning abo rt as’a.caged animal,, then he seem- ed to drop away and the flames swallowed him up. “Oh! what a horrible, horrible death.” she sobbed and Duke with one long moan- ing neigh turned and with drooping head, s’owly descended the hill. The smoke was nearly suffocating Lois but she seemed to heed not this, for through her mird kept running the terrible plight of Winston Grey. When Grey had rushed into the opcn'ng he thought it was a possib’e chance of sav- ing his life, but as soon as he had entered it, he saw what a mistake he had made —he wa-. surrounded on all sides, the smoke blinded him and the heat seemed to scorch his fle h. F'acing his arms over h:s face for protec- tion he ran around and around. Why couldn’t the end ever com®—it had been years ago that he had breathed coo sweet, forest air—a terrible screaming nokse and a half crazed burning lynx came hurtl- ing through the air at him. It struck him full in the face and its claws laid wide the flesh on his arm, then he seemed to be sink- ing away, he was falling, space seemed black. A rush of cool water over his body and opening his eyes he peered up at a bank over his head. Where was he now? Was he dreaming again like the dream of long ago? Surely this wasn’t Heaven—he heaid no harps, and Saint Peter hadn’t been around. Then down beside him came floating a siz- zling log. He thought that didn’t look much like Heaven. A light dawned! He knew the stream. He had not seen it, because of the blinding smoke. The lynx struck him and he had fallen backwards into the small mountain torrent. His arm pained him dreadfully. Why was it he couldn’t smell smoke? Surely he hadn't floated down stream and out of the zone of the fire. Rais- ing himself above the water’s edge, he look- ed about, but soon lay back again for still the fire raged and the smoke hung in cloud-.; over the stream. There was a layer of cool, fresh, air only next to the water and it was this Grey drew into his burning lungs and nostrils. He lay thus he knew not how long, hug- ging the bank and at last darkness settled down over all. It was night and the stars shone not for the skies were streaked with a ruddier, more menacing light. Then his thoughts turned toward the girl. “I wonder where she is? She certainly was plucky. By Judas! that ‘Yoo Hoo’ I thought something was rather familiar about our class yell—our—” But he never finished for on the opposite bank of the stream appeard a number of objects and one whom Grey recognized as Jack said, “Well dad, we might as well go back there is no use looking for him any longer—poor old Grey.” His voice broke. Slowly quoted “Dad” Kendall, “There was the man”—and solemnly they removed their hats and the loyalist of all tributes, a silent one, was paid to him who they sup- posed had perished in the fire. When they returned to camp they found Lois alone by a great oak. Jack wishing to call her attention gave a sudden, “Yoo Hoo.” “Oh! don’t ever, ‘Yoo Hoo,’ again Jack Kendall! I’ll go crazy,” wailed Lois. But— Lois “Yoo Hoo's” every night now when she spys Winston and Duke coming up the trail. Oh Yes! I forgot to tell you, pardon me, they were married and are living happily. By Velma Davis. « t« •; j | « « « t - 5 j • ❖ • •$• ❖ 5 • • ❖ • • ❖ 5 « ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ • ❖ A MTTLE WALK AROUND YOURSELF. When you're criticising others And are finding here and there A fault or two to speak of Or a weakness you can tear; When you’tfe blaming some-one's meaness or accusing some of pelf— It’s time that you went out To take a walk around yourself. There’s lots of human failures, In the average of us all And lots of grave short-comings In the short ones and the tall; But when we think of evils Men should lay upon the shelves, It's time we all went out To take a walk around ourselves. We need so often in this life This balancing of scales, This seeing of how much in us wins And how much in us fails; But before you judge another— Just to lay him on the shelf It would be a splendid plan To take a walk around yourself. When accidental wealth happens to some people it is worse than accidental death. Have you tried Aunt Jemima’s pancakes and Jone's Daily Farm sausage for break- fast yet ? “Lost—A pocketbook containing $50 ana two circus tickets. Finder please return tickets.” This advertisement appeared in an Elyria, O., newspaper. SATISFACTORY “So you want to marry my daughter? What is your financial standing? “Well, sir, I’ve figured out every exemp- tion possible; I’ve had the best legal advice that money would secure; I’ve done every- thing I could to dodge it—and I still find that I cannot escape paying an income tax.” “Take her. She’s yours.” AH, LADY, LADY Why do I like you, lady? Not for your golden hair— There are hundred ladies With coiffures much more fair. Why do I like you, lady? Not for your mist-blue eyes, There are not half so lovely As the enchanted rkies. Why do I like you, lady? Why should I fall for you ? I don't know why I should, lady, But the fact is that I do. FAVORITE SAYINGS The fliver owner: “Wouldn’t that jar you?” The radio orator: “I’ll tell the w'orld.” The murderer: “Well, I’ll be hanged.” The judge: “Fine.” The flapper: “No one has anything on me.” The telephone girl: “I got your number.” IT’S YOU. If you want to live in the kind of a town Like the kind of a town you like You needn’t slip your clothes in a grip And start on a long, long hike. You’ll only find what you left behind— There’s nothing that is roal'y new. It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your town, It isn’t your town,—it’s you! Real towns are not made by men afraid Lest somebody gets ahead When everybody works and nobody shirks, You can raise a towm from the dead. And if while you make your persona! stake Your neighbor can make one too, Your town will be what you want to see, It isn’t your town—IT’S YOU! Junes—I’ve known her since she was a child. James—But I thought you only met her last year? Jimes—That’s right. But she was wear- ing short skirts then. Clarice has a married brother who is a real martyr. When his little gill has to take castor oil he takes a dose first to prove to her that it isn’t such bad stuff after all. Dropping a sock is a signal to boot-leg- gel's in Washington. Another thing that is dropped is caution. How the horses must laugh as they watch the procession of frozen cars being hauled into the service stations a few weeks ago. A day of experience is worth a year of advice. “Well, did you collect that bill from tne Scatterbys ?” “No sir,” said the new collector. ‘T saw a piece of crepe on their door and I didn’t want to intrude on their grief.” “You go right back there and get the money. Those people hang a piece of crepe on their door the first of each month.” It’s better to have loved and lost—yes, very much better. Correct this sentence: “Don’t urge me, please,” said the white-haired lady. I’m getting too old to dance.” The first real talking machine was made of a rib, and the later inventors made one that you could shut off. Yes, said the beautiful heiress reflective- ly. I married for love, and I’m going to keep right on marrying till I get it. PUZZLES OF THE PAST Who cut Adam’s hair, When Eve wasn’t there? If girls are nice enough to use flavored lipstick, men should quit eating onions. A Chicago woman shot her husband be- cause he tracked mud on her clean kitchen floor. Now the great metropolis has adopt- ed the slogan. “Watch your step, wipe your feet, and save a life. Every man, no matter how able, at some time meets his Waterloo. Luther Burbank is still working on a non-squirt grapefruit. Only a fool thinks he is indispensable. On a certain Sunday morning the pastor noticed a new attendant at the church. When the meeting was over, the preacher made it his business to speak to the new comer. “Erastus,” he said, “this is the first time I have seen you at church for a long time. I’m mighty glad to see you here. “I had to come,” replied Erastus. I needs strengthenin., I’se got a job whitewashing a chicken coop and buildin’ a fence around a watermelon patch. Correct this sentence: “Yes,” said the mother, “We gave him a knife for Christ- mas and he hasn’t cut a finger yet. GREAT SCHEME There was an old codger named Seers, Who learned how to wiggle his ears, Said he, “It’s a boon You acquire very soon. And it scares the mosquitoes, my dear. YFS, WE HAVE NO BANANAS As Kerry W. Longfellow might have written it, but didn’t. Yes, we have no bananas, We have no bananas today; But the merciful powers that plan us Will not let us faint by the way. Instead of bananas they send us stiing beans and onions galore; With cabbage and scallions they tend us And succulent fruits by the score. They send us aid-fashioned tomatoes As red as the red of the mouth; They send us Long Island potatoes To fry as they do in the south. Ch. merciful powers that plan us, With hearts of thanksgiving we say, Ch. yes we have no bananas We have no bananas today! THE CANDID FRIEND Fm not a knocker, said Miss Miff. But I will tell you, Grace, That you’d be leal good looking, if It wasn’t for your face. Good or bad, a person’s reputation us- ually precedes him to new fields. 1 want you to send along some more cold weather, bawled the coal dealer, over the phone to the weather bureau, and make it snappy. If you can’t be born in a log cabin, do the next ber.t thing and matriculate at a little red schoolhouse. Correct this sentence: Safety razors arc certainly a fine thing, said the barber as he clipped his customer’s hair and neatly removed a piece of obstreporous ear that appeared to be in the way. Smile a little, play a little, sing a little gaily, help a little, love a little, pray a little, daily. It may be right that when two are mar- ried they become one, but which one is still a much discussed question. ‘ I’m beginning to step out,” said the foo as the shoe weakened. Some girls look for something other than “g. cd looks” in men. Then they help spend it. A penniless man who went to the oil fields to grow rich owe3 over a million dollars now. “Do you stand back of every statement, you make in your newspaper?” asked the timid little man. “Why—er—yes,” answered the country editor. “Then,” said the timid little man, hold- irg up a notice of his death, “I wish you would help me collect my life iiuurance.” ’Tis said an apple every day will keep the doctor far away. I never could quite figure out why doctors all were put to rout by anything so inoffensive: the problem makes me thoughtful, pensive. Now, on- iens I could understand; few vegtnbles in all the land have proved themselvees so effacious to keep the air around one spa- cious. Though garlic to patiician noses an even greater poyer discloses. If doctors ever pestered me and hoveied in proximity. I think I’d eat onions first, and if it should come to the worst I’d kill the doctor with an ice-pick, before I’d touch the nasty gar lick. “New suit? What color?” “Any kind on which face powder will not show.” LATEST SONG HITS “Bn a Covered Wagon With You,” by a Patrolman. . “I never Miss the Sunshine,” by an Um- brella Maker. “Gee! Sister, Ain’t It Hot?” by a Furnace Man. “Last Night on the Back Porch,” by the Milkman. Blossom Time,” by a Florist. “Cut Yourself a Piece of Cake,” by a Baker. “No, No, Nora,” by a Daddy. “Down on the Farm,” by a Farmer. “Love Tales,” by a Sheik. “That Old Gang of Mine,” by a Crook. “Your Eyes have told Me So,” by an Op- tician. A lady says she wonders if the fellow who leads a double life thinks he lives twice as long. The novice at trout-fishing had hooked a very small trout and had wound it in, until it was jammed at the very end of his rod. Pupil: What do I do now I’ve finished winding? Instructor: Climb up the rod and stab it. Some people think that looking over the tops of eyeglasses will keep them from wearing out. Barber—Does that suit you, sir? Absent-minded. Prof—You have cut it altogether too short—a little longer please. Don’t hit a man when he’s down unless you can keep him down. WOULDN’T THAT STUMP YOU Apple—“What makes you think Polly has a wooden leg?” Sauze—“She stopped at a store to get some garters and came out with a package of thumb tacks.” Of course you understand that America has no upper class, except the doughbility. Those who say that every girl has an am- bition to be an actress are wrong. Every gill is an actress. On the other hand you rarely find a box of rouge and a pair of skates on the same dresser. CAN’T BEAT THEM Bird notes are very sweet, I know, said he, But still, bank notes apeal, The most to me The sausage maker: “Dog gone.” The fisherman: “I’ll drop o line.” The author: “All wright.” The seamstress: “Darn it.” The hydro-electric engineer: “Dam it. This country uses 40 tons of postage stamps every week. It is estimated thai 39 tons of them are used on dunning letters and mailing “why be fat” circulars. There is this advantage in using a street car, when you leave it, you don’t have to worry about parking it. The man who used to live where the snow fell fluently and drifted deep, says “It is a case of real love, if he is thrilled when he sees her in galoshes. Mike: Do you think you’ll get all that dirt in the hole? Pat: No, I guess not. I don’t think I’ve dug it deep enough. A bad egg is one thing it’s no use trying lo whip into shape. Experience is what you get when you buy oil stock. Will they put a metallic, fire-proof wreath on your grave? A Madison mother, found occasion to re- prove her little daughter for some sort of mischief. “I don’t see how you can be sc naughty,” she said. “Mother,” responded the lit' lc girl, “It’s the easiest thing in the world.” A prominent H. S. student carried a small sack of flour home on his shoulder and his girl hasn’t spoken to him since. It is said his hair and teeth are a man's best friends, but even the best of friends fall out. I love to roam the hills and dales, But cheaper ’tis, I find, To do what I am doing now, And wander in my mind. If you have to take part in a home talent play, make it a comedy. Then you won’t know wheather the audiance is laughing at your acting or your absence of acting. The wonder about some of these populai songs is how unpopular they can get. The wisest make mistakes. Only the fools duplicate them. ALL THE BOYS LIKED HER She could cook and wash dishes like u real old fashioned girl. She could stay home six nighbs of the week and never complain. She could get along without ultra-lengthy skirts until she had worn out her short ones. She could get through the winter with last year’s fur coat. She could wear her hair in a strictly sen- sible and modest fashion. She could be on time for her engagements. She could be loyal to her dancing partner whether he came from Walla Walla or Nome, Alaska. But she didn’t and because of that all the boys liked her. Even though girls eventually learn to scratch a match where a man frequently does, it is a safe bet that those in Hawaii won’t try it. At this time of year a girl is lucky if her cheeks get red instead of her nose. Pate always strikes while the irony is hot. A man who makes a habit of calling everybody “my good friend,” hasn’t any Hcnosty pays, al hough it is sometimes very slow pay. People used to go to California to mine gold. Now they go there to spend it. PROGRAMME OF CLASS NIGHT PARDEEVILLE HIGH SCHOOL MAY 28, 1924. March___________ Salutatory______ Class History____ Class Prophecy . Class Will_______ Junior Response Class Song______ Class Poem_______ Giftorian_______ _Mrs. L. J. Lintner ____Velma Baillies -Myrtle O’Bleness --Evelyn Maynard _______Olga Heath ____Mary Kamrath ______All Seniors Norma Mathewson ______Velma Davis PROGRAMME OF THE ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT PARDEEVILLE HIGH SCHOOL MAY 29. 1924. Invocation_______________________________ March____________________________________ Class Song_______________________________ Valedictory______________________________ Address___________________________Mr. E. President's Farewell--------------------- Solo_____________________________________ Short Talk, Pres. School Board----------- Presentation of Diplomas----------------- Benediction------------------------------ _Rev. C. A. Rawson .Mrs. L. J. Lintner ________Senior Class ___Kenneth Fuller M. 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