Tillamook Catholic High School - Academic Yearbook (Tillamook, OR)

Page 31 text:

THE ACADEMIC Hrs Mastcrprccc ln the anteroom of the Smoke House whrch was a favorrte loun rnv place for the men of the vrllage sat Charles Von l-lagon rn a comfortable brg charr wrth hrs feet restrng easrly upon the stove From hrs posrtron one mrght thrnlt hr r a gentleman of lersure but from hrs slouchy dress and unshaven face one would naturally be lreve hrm a tramp But Charles Von Hagon was nerther ln realrty he was an artrst rn the strrct sense of the word From early youth he had rndulged rn that fascrnatrng art of puttrng lrfe before the world rn prctures And he had always been rather successful A soon as a good prcture was frnrshed he would sell rt and gamble away the profrts After that he d lrve at the Smoke House untrl he could get another prcture frnrshed But he never had parnted a masterprece O yas hed always say Someday l vrll barnt a master prece Some day ven l haf een ltaly perhaps But as the days slrpped by one by one the masterprece strll re mamed unparnted And now he sat rn the Spoke House talkrng to some of the loungers and enjoyrng the butt of a crgar Only a few pence remarned rn hrs pocket from the sale of hrs last prcture but that drd not worry hrm When he had frnrshed hrs crgar he stood up stretched lazrly and lrmped across the room to the bar Your strongest srre he sard throwrng hrs last few pence onto the counter as the clerk produced the requrred drrnk whrch Charles qurckly dramed to the last drop Then moppmg hrs fore head wrth hrs handkerchref he started for the door Down the street he went lookrng absently from rrght to left When at last he had left most of the burldrngs of the vrllage behrnd hrm he qurte unexpectedly stumbled upon a poor lrttle grrl who sat rn the mrddle of the srdewalk cryrng She was a pathetrc lrttle creature wrth large rnnocent blue eyes and tangled golden harr that hung unevenly about her shoulders Wrth eyes strll mrsty she looked up appealrngly at the old man Vell velll Vot rs da trouble leetle von3 he asked tenderly gazmg rn all sympathy upon the sobbrng lrttle frgure Oh Uncle Charles' she crred we re havrng so much trouble Poor Mother rs srck and she wants a prcture of the Sacred Heart lve Just been to Mr Randolph s Art Store and they have a beau trrul one just lrke Mother wants but rt co ts a dollar and l have only have erghty frve cents Her vorce broke and she sobbed most pathetrcallly The old artrst s heart was deeply touched and takrng the chrld by the hand he sard Come mrt me Betty Show me da prcture you vant Together they went to the art store Wrth great enthusiasm lrttle Betty ohnson pornted out the beautrful prcture to the old man who took care to observe each mrnute detarl I Iurr rr N 9 . . 1 , s A v C7 ea 5 c v , Y. . '. . U .Y - v , . . ' . . -4 H - .. . . r v - ' . -. Q . U , . - v r ' v y a rr . U . . . v u r v . . . v , . , . r v 1. . -Q 1 v f 1 U u . 1- v . , . , . . . v . , ' Q v -' - . . an . - A , . . . . ' v ., .4 . . n , . . J f Eli' 5' ' r - ' -

Page 30 text:

TH! ACADEMIC hum as bemg dead Slowly she refolded the letter and looked at the smaller envelope Opening lt she was very 1 tonlshed to flnd bank notes to pay her way over Well that meant she must go She took up the morning paper and turned to the time tables President Wrl on outgorng passenc er ship leavlng u e lb Yes thls settled she could rent her home prepare for the voyage and on the flfteenth set sall The day arrlved and she followed her small black trunk up the gangplank at New York for the ocean voyage to France Wlshlng to vlew the sea one evening she stood gazing out over the waves when the captam strolled by She turned and caught her breath She had seen him before Dxck she whlspered The captam turned suddenly and exclalmed What rs lt madame3 Anythlng l can do for you3 Seemg that she must have been mlstaken though he c rtalnly cllcl look like Dlck she sand No thank you captam ln the dlm moonllght l mlstook you, for some one else They chatted awhile and as the voyage continued they be came casual good frlends meetlng usually at dusk or ln the evenlng for the captam was busy all clay The shlp neared the coast of France then ploughed mto Nantes blue harbor Soon fcnrewells were sald the courteous captam very sorry to see the cultured lxttle lady go on alone to her destmatlon but the sea and hls posltlon held hlm And so she departed for Tours Three months later Mr Lanes vlslt was over After a very pleasant tay at the chateau of her slster she boarded the Presndent Wllson for her home rn Garlbaldl Lonely before but now lonelxer than ever for her sister was such a compamon she eagerly looked forward to the voyage home For Captain Cleveland brought back memorres of happy days long ago and she wlshed to see hlm agaln He looked so much llke Duck Yet Dlck was not so tanned or muscular but thelr features were very slmllar and thelr volces To her cllsappomtment It was evenlng before she saw him agam As she was walkmg on deck enjoymg the twlllght and the brllows she heard swnft steps commg Turnmg she saw that the captam smiling eagerly down at her Never had she scanned hrs face so searchmgly as now Then she screamed D1c Dlck Lane! lhen llke the rushmg flow of a torrent came back Drck Lane s memory and past Thank Cod' Betty you3 Yes Dlck l knew lknew But the shlp nonchalantly saxled on ROSELLA BLASER 29 I L, lu 1 1 1 . N , ' ES . , - .. . . . . . - .. , , . . s , ,, . , A J n . , , . . y . .. . .. . . . , . . . .. . . . , . . .. . 1 . Q . .., X , c , , Y v , - . . .. , - , . . . , . 1 v 1 . .. ' S. . . S , , , - y . . t , U , . . . y - , - v , - 1 . . . , ' U 'k Oh . .- An k it . . , . .. . .. , - y - - , . 'nf'- w'1t5'-4fg.flt

Page 32 text:

THE. ACADEMIC Vell sand the old artxst I dont have money m1t me now But tomorrow Betty I vxll bring you der pxcture Oh thank you Uncle Charles cned the chnld m delight How happy Mother will be That night when all the village was asleep a lone flgure carry mg several bundles under nts arms hurried down the street Before the wlndow of the art store It paused and deposltmg its bundles on the sidewalk began to set up a canvas It was Charles Von I-Iagon the artlst There ln the cold plerclng wind of an October night he sat and palnted the plcture of the Sacred heart the plc ture that was to brlng so much happlness to the ohnson home the plcture that was to cost hlm hls life The early hours ot mornmg found hlm stlll palntmg at the plcture And as the flrst rays of dawn crept from behlnd the eastern hulls a light mlst began to fall The old artist sat gazmg at the plcture ln wonder Yes It was complete now It was the pret tlest thlng he had ever created Then wlth frozen fingers he wrote the name of Betty s mother on lt I-Ie trled to rlse to ather hrs brushes but he could scarcely move The long time he had sat there exposed to the chill of the mght and the drunks he had taken at the tavern had weakened his heart For a mmute he stood there staggermg then he fell At the foot of the plcture he had palnted he lay and gazed xn ecstacy up on the foce of hrs masterplece The butcher boy on hls way to open the market that mornmg found the old artist cold ln death Immediately he spread the news and other villages hastened to the scene They saw the name upon the plcture and sent It to the SlCk lVIrs ohnson And ln the parlor of the ohnson home that plcture Stull hangs above the door And each tlme any member of the family looks at lt they llently bless the poor old artxst who never untll the last hour of his llfe palnted his masterplece IMFLDA HUSACKFR 29 Lorett 1 ane Poor Ilttle Loretta ane' What an awful life she has to lead bemg persecuted unmerclfully by father mother brother and slster There she IS slttmg on the back porch of her home her black tear deluged eyes gazmg wlstfully across the road where her father an brother are working But Loretta ane IS forbldden the fleld an the entlcmg hay stacks for father had sand at dmner Loretta you are to stay away from the field you are always ln the way e just knows that no one loves her not even mother to whom s e had fled for sympathy Her mother had agreed with her father and had sent Loretta ane out to plCk a basket of strawberries Well the berries were pxcked now and a certam pmklsh tmge around a rosy little mouth gives mute testimony that quite a few of them were I 1 Ihntx .1 U . . .. n .W Q x - . . . H . v 1 - -1 v- . . . . v 1 v - 1- . n v v v , . s n . 1 - , 1 - ' I . . , . ' u . . . . C7 . , 5 u - , , . , . S . I A L J - ' , v v 1 1 1 v ' , d . D J cl v 1 y . . -v , . . . h - v I - - u r..f. '- ' - -J .