Rupert High School - Comet Yearbook (Rupert, ID)

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ll- III. S. hy gmgt I LI Z I P110 ECY At lasts My life's work was completed. How many eons had I spent on that wonderful piece of mechanism. I had labored and suffered all through the prime of my life until at last, the great work was ready for trial. Would my Iife's work be all in vain? Would it at the last. moment collapse as an utter failure? It must not be Init today would tell. Oh, God, give me strength, for within my wonderful telescope was the power of seeing my native land again. Oh, I well remember the day when I was snatched front the earth without a lll0- ment's warning, by demons in a huge aeroplane and carried off to that terrible land ot' Mars. If I could only return again. What, is that I see? Oh. thank God, I see--rivers, mountains, oceans: it must be the earth! It is- I see the skyscrapers ot' New York. I feasled my eyes on these familiar objects for many minutes. It seemed I could not draw my eyes away, llut at last I moved the telescope so as to take in all my native land. Oh! What was that? A huge hat must have crossed my vision. liu no! I looked again. A great multitude seemed to be aroused. I could tell by the gestures and expressions of the masses that something of international importance was happening. Again 1ny vision was obstructed. This time I made out that it was a graceful, beautifully constructed aeroplane. I focused my telescope on the pilot. Mercy! It surely wasn'tf-Iiut the evidence was too plain. The features were those ot' my oid classmate. Margaret I'reusey. After her skillt'ul landing the people gathered around her and when I saw her next she carried a large trophy cup. which I recognized as the grand prize given to the winner ot' the worId's Aerial Race. lleavensl What do I see? A large proportioned woman stuffing bon-bons. She suddenly raised her head. She is another friend, Init hard to recognize as our Idliza- beth Anderson. 'I'hen she called loudly and harshly in a commanding tone. A door opened gently, and a small weuzened. timid and shaking t'ellow side-stepped timorous- ly into the room, In my surprise I nearly dropped my instrument, for the henpecked huslrlnd was lloyt McNitt. I turned away. I had seen enough. My gaze then wan- dered out to the west. Suddenly I stopped. I t'ound I was looking into a capaeious hall t'iIled with people. who were watching with respect their beloved leader. I looked et him and who should I see Init Uourtney lilddy, the great evangelist. I saw him look toward the pianist lovingly. Surely there was something between these two. I looked again. Yes. it was Iiouise Goff. to be sure. 'l'he IIIIISIK' again began 'ind I recognized Dora Williams as the singer. 4 I I I looked away again, wishing to see more ot' what had become of the Ulass of ill. My gaze suddenly rivited to a huge billboard with large letters painted on it. Only Une Night. MARION VONIIY. Queen of the Follies. in IIon't You VVish You Had Me

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iii. 1-1. 5. Qfhg Qlgmgt I 9 Z l Honey. My eyes turned away again to a street of a beautiful city. Here I discovered two more classmates whom I knew as Herbert Adams and Velma Laxton but I judged Velma's name had changed Adams by the plain band ring on the proper finger. My eyes wandered back over broad fields until I came to the rough and surging ocean. My interest was aroused by three muscular looking ladies dashing through the roaring surf on a small raft tied behind a racing motor boat. I watched them, thinking that Mack Sennet's Bathing Beauties must have come back into fashion. Then I made out my old friends, Ethyl Dowd, Bernice Downey and Ethel Clark. All three wore live-saving emblems on their bathing suits. I drew my instrument and turned it toward the Capitol Building. The powerful rays pierced the building and I found myself gazing down into the Court Room. My eyes were first drawn to the presid'ng judge, who I at once recognized by his intelligent face as Jack Brickman. There seemed to be a serious trial going on. I looked around and much to my amaze ment saw Dick McKevitt with several women's arms entwined around his neck, each claiming him as her own. I then saw him turn from all of them to a lovelv and charming woman whom I recognized as Anna Louise Stites, of the Class of '21, I drew my fascinated gaze and looked again toward the west. In a large city my gaze was arrested by the familiar figure of Earl Jensen in rv large hospital. He was bending over an operating table. He raised his head and triumph and success was written on his face. I wandered again back to my old home town. The first thing that met my gaze was a large advertisement on a huge brick building. The letters read: THROCK- MORTON and GARDNER, Licensed Undertakers. I looked around still more anxious to see what had happened since my departure. T0 my horror I saw the name of another classmate staring at me from letters of black and white. I read: US5000 Reward for the Capture of Two-Gun Harry. alias Daredevil Dick alias Pob Bouse, for the crime of smoking two cigars in one day. Alas, what had the world come to? I turned my beloved instrument away again back to New York. My eyes were drawn to an overpacked theatre. The crowd seemed to be convulsed with mirth and I looked to see what was the cause. I found the reason for this merriment was a blustering Irish comedian whom I recognized in spite of his make up as my old friend, Eugene Keefe. I tore my gaze away and drew it over many foreign nations. I was stopped suddenly by the sight of twenty black shining savages in war paint, grouped in a small jungle glade. In their midst I saw a sweet faced woman. She was older and more experienced, perhaps, but I recognized her as Christine King. With a deep sigh I turned my eyes away far to the north. My attention was ar- rested hy the sight of a familiar massive figure in war-ridden Russia. This man was wildlv gesticulating and I could tell by the expression of the multitude he was making the speech of a lifetime. At his side was a woman waving a, red flag patriot- ically while her eyes were fixed yearningly on the man. I recognized them as Charles Hansen and Myrtle Jears. To think that they would have left that wonder- ful land for this blood-thirsty multitude. I turned my eyes back to the Land of the Free. Great Heavens! What do I see! My eyes were fixed on a tranonil and loving home scene. In the midst was a middle- Pged nvan. He had grown rather stout but I still recognized him as Gordon Hocke- fiay. But what had hanpened? A number of children were gathered around his knees. I found. by watching their lips. they were calling him affectionately, Papal Gordon drew himself up with pride and smiled sweetly on his flock. I drew the telescone away and let mv eves wander idly. All at once I found mv- self gazing into a single room. Heavy draneries were hung about on the walls. At one end was a man who was making pans dance, banioes play without a player and many other unrealities. The audience seemed to he filled with awe and I turned mv eyes again to the man. To mv horror I recognized the daring spiritualist as mv old friend, Earl Webb. Ye Gods! What had afflicted the world. Let me remain on Mars. L S '22