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

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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 .

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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 - ' -

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THE ACADEMIC canned on flrst slght So two thlrty on thls glorlous summer after noon flnds Loretta ane with no one xn the wxde wide world who loves her or who cares Yes lndeecl poor llttle Loretta ane' How she wlshes flve o clock would come and wlth lt her older slster Marne who works ln town But flve lS stlll three hours away an mnstreated loretta ane r m acl 1 act. ht e bl m for a plan to pass away the tlme which hangs so heavlly on her hands Oh yes' Though she was forbldden the hay fleld there IS stlll the loft and that s just where she would go She hurrles mto the house grabs two beautiful plllows her mother s best by the way from two rather decreplt rockers and hles away to the barn just as Mrs Charles Smith and Mlss Pandora ones drive up for a VlSlt Glory bel ust got out m tlme and l m sure glad too' Thos two gossxps are such stlcklers for manners sohloquxzed Loretta ane her black curls plllowed comfortably on her mother s cush ors ID her father s hay loft It s five thlry when she enters the kltchen where dmner IS being prepared Beneath her sturdy arms are tucked two seed covered plllows So there they are' exclanms mother who somehow seems much confused Marne glggles from her place at the table and her brother seems all at once to take an lmmense mterest nn hrs knife and spoon The wrmkles around dads eyes deepen behmd hrs paper but Loretta ane sees none of this She only senses some thmg wrong Hurrymg mto the front room she cleposlts the plllows on the lounge and returns to the ktchen There the storm broke Where have you had my p1llows3 asks mother Out m the hay mow shamefacedly then aclclmg brlghtly and It was such fun mother It must have been says mother without a smlle l thmlc you should go to bed WlthOUt supper Oh that famllxar smkmg feellng IH her llttle heart! What had she done to ment the dls pleasure of mother3 Why what have l clone3 she stammered What have you clone3 Why child you ve made me the talk of the town Dxdn t you know that l don t want my best plllows 1n the barn3 If you had heard what they saxd ust thmk Well never get over the shame of nt Wnll we ma3 interrupted father for It IS traglc only to mother and Loretta ane Mother lm sorry about the cushlons l won t take them to the barn agam So please don t be angry wxth me But Mrs Greene does not heed her daughter She mlght as well glve those pxllows to her now she never can use them agam they are so bedraggled Why Loretta dxdnt you know that the seats ln tho e rockers were worn almost through and not a but strong And when Mrs Smlth sat down and fell through' Oh l het that was I l IIIX Il J , . , , j . . d L ' s . ' 2' 5 .TS C1 Wwe tl 'a .. . , , . - , ' 3 . . .. .. . . , J . - - , . . , , . , . - . , . . - , . J . . , - , , . nn l . I . Q . . A M - . - 5 . , .Ml -. ,,