Rupert High School - Comet Yearbook (Rupert, ID)

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m. za. 5. l gh? Qllgmgt 1 El z 1 Seninr Qllass liislurg We the class of twenty-one entered the R. H. S. in Septem- ber, 1917, with a mmbership of about twenty-five. Being very green we of course lost ourselves among the upper classmen in the Halls of Learning. We began our upward progress along various lines of school work and activities. Much credit is due Mr. Wilson as class ad- visor in our last two years of High School. He has educated and advised us along the best lines of knowledge and has done all possible for the class of twenty-one. Our class is not a large one but We have taken a prominent part in all branches of school activities. We have taken a leading part on the gridiron, the diamond and the gymnasium, as Well as in the social life of the school. Numerous parties, picnics and dances, the greatest of all being the Junior-Senior Banquet. Our High School career has been a successful one and We believe We have made our mark. C. E. and R. T. 21

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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

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TK. I-l. 5. Qlhg mnntgt l 9 Z I Seninr Qllass Idllill 1. , We, the Seniors of the Rupert High School, class of '21, be- ing of sound mind, do hereby will and bequeath our seats in Room 6, our dear Mr. Wilson and our session room teacher, Mr. Curtiss, to the coming Seniors. l 2. I, Herbert Adams, do will and bequeath my famous horse laugh, to Clare Mackrill with the understanding that it be frequently exercised. I, Elizabeth Ander- son, bequeath my giggles to Lela Nelson. To Claude Wilson, Robert Bouse leaves his ministerial ability. Jack Brickman leaves his terpsichorean inclinations to Jack Ford. To Lucy Smith, Marion Condy wills her place as actress on the R. H. S. stage. To Helen Powell, I, Margaret Creasey do bequeath my book, How to Stay Slim. Ethyl Dowd does will her quiet and studious demeanor to Margaret Scholer. Court- ney Eddy does cheerfully give his place in the heart of Margaret Ayers to Merrill McKendrick, trusting that he will make the damsel happy. To Dorothy Guyer. Louise Goff leaves her seat in Civics class. Charles Hausen leaves to Russell Plank his position of unofficial coach of all athletic teams as well as his numerous nicknames to those whom they fit best. I. Gordon Hockaday, will to anybody who can qualify, the position of Busiest Guy in School. I, Myrtle Jeans, leave my bobbed hair to any girl who will wear same. Christine King bequeaths her bench in the chemistry room to Lela Oliver. I, Eugene Keefe, will the many worries, few privileges and much work of editor. to Henry Breazeal, hoping he will enjoy same more than I did. I, Dick McKevitt, give my knowledge of Spanish to the most deserving of Mr. Wilson's future victims. I, Earl Jensen, will my position as President of the Senior Class to whoever is elected next year. Also the work connected with said office. I, Hoyt McNitt, bequeath my habit of going out for everything to some ambitious Freshman. I, Anna Louise Stites, leave my affection for Lorn Betty to Nonie Mc- Kevitt. To Mabel Hansen, Velma Laxton leaves her studious habits and quiet demeanor. I, Ethel Clark, will my dramatic possibilities to Alice Hausen. Bernice Downey leaves to the Juniors the advice that they be careful and not work too hard next year. I,Earl Webb, leave my ambition to be a great speaker, to Gerhard Reidesel. Deloss Gardner leaves his love for Mr. Wilson to the Juniors. tHe don't know Kewp like we do.J I, Dora Williams, leave my seat in Room 6 to Mildred Gregory. I, Robert Throckmorton, leave to Frank Anderson my seat in History next to Helen Powell, which is the closest I ever got to the right answer.