Pendleton High School - Wakeipa Yearbook (Pendleton, OR)

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e Qihiturc E HIGH SCHOOL EDITOR sat in his non-swivel chair pondering deeply. Ink bottles, pen wipers, paper and paste were strewn about and over him in profusion. A typewriter stood at one e11d of the long table, its keys still smoking gently in the close atmosphere. Great drops of ink fell unheeded from his poised pen, onthe sheets of paper beneath. Sweat poured from his every pore. Night began to fall. After it had ceased falling, the editor looked at his watch, sighed, and slowly ate a fried egg he had 'thoughtfully saved from his breakfast. Resuming work, he again put his feet on the table and sank into thought. After two or three hours elapsed, an inspiration struck him. Recoiling from the impact he wrote deliriously for several minutes. Ink spattered all over the room, so great was his outburst of energy. Reaching out one hand he drew his typewriter to him. Inserting several sheets of paper hurriedly, he started writing feverishly, pausing only now and then to pour cold water over the glowing machine. The town clock struck eleven times. HIt must be about half past nine, he muttered, half to himself and half to somebody else. Casting aside his typewriter he resumed his distracted air. The ink in the ink bottles slowly dried up, but at last he resumed writing, this time carefully choosing his words from -the dictionary which stood at his elbow. His task completed he set to work gathering up the material. First, in his orderly way, he went carefully around the room, working in concentric circles toward the center, gathering up the papers as he went. Arranging them in a. neat pile, he carefully thumbed them through with his thumb. The poems he accurately measured with his metre stick, afterwards changing the result to feet by'a simple problem in calculus. The jokes he was unable to correct. as he became suffocated with laughter at each attempt to read them. The other material he corrected carefully, pausing to insert a comma here, lift out a period there, or remove a paragraph. Having completed the entire task, including the attachments of heads with pins specially prepared for the purpose by the Walla Walla Baby Supply Company, he rose to his full height, carefully straightening his back as he did so. Slowly and with long strides he left the room. JOHN BECKWITH. I S0 l

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Zlinrrep iiauuse HE SUN had disappeared behind the hills and a cool breeze from off the surrounding meadows was refreshing the sultry atmosphere. The day had been unusually warm a11d Bob Denley felt very tired as he swung into the gate at Grandma O'Brien's cottage. 'Fo his surprise he found her sitting alone on the porch. Hello, Grandma. How does it happen that you are alone? he asked as he seated himself on the edge of the porch. f'Law, child,'y she said as she leaned forward and patted him on the back, I'll declare, I didn't know you. Wl1G1'G you been keepin, yourself o' late? I havenit seen you nigh on to a month. HOh, didn't you know that I was sketching Torrey House? I never tried anything harder in my life. I've been trying to finish it before the house is sold. I can do it in a week. It's going to look fine, too. I'm expecting a big sum for that picture. But say, Granny, he broke off abruptly, 'twhere's Jenny? f'.Iennie's gone for her evening walk. She's a great comfort to this old soul. I'm not as young as I once was and she lifts a great load from these old shoulders. You keep her, Granny. She'll never fail you. She's as true as steel. Granny saw a new expression in the clear blue eyes and on the bright boyish face of this tall and handsome young artist, that she had never seen 77 before. I must go now. It 's getting dark and it 's almost an hour's walk to the village. Say, Granny, I'd like to leave my easel and fixtures here. It may rain tonight. Just put them here on the poreh and I'll drive out tomorrow and be here before sunrise. Goodnight, Granny. I'll see you in the morningf' He hurried off down the path and as he opened the gate he almost bumped into Jenny Lynn, standing just outside. She apparently was in deep thought for she seemed unaware of his approach. From her glossy brown hair, her tanned girlish face and her deep brown eyes to her neatly booted feet, she was a picture of loveliness, and Bob would have given half his fortune to have painted Jenny Lynn as she stood there, her tawny figure in relief against the last light of the fast failing day. For a brief minute she stood there, her eyes wandering over the valley. then turning she saw him and bidding a hasty f'Good eveningf' she hurried past him up the path to the cottage. As Bob turned toward the village, Jenny Lynn was constantly in his mind. He recalled how three years before, she as a tall pale girl of twenty, had suddenly appeared in the village and had taken lodging at Grandma O'l5rien,s cottage. This lovely old gray-haired lady had taken her in as her own daughter and ever since that time they had lived together very happily H321