Warrensburg High School - Arrow Yearbook (Warrensburg, MO)

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That night it was a very tired little boy who at last consented to be tucked into his little bed. As he lay his face toward the fireplace listening to the crackle and snap of the fire and watching an occasional flame leap up and lick the black log, he was thinking of the red carnation as it nodded to him and beckoned him. He was thinking of the prize and oh! how he wished that, tomorrow, he could be the lucky winner. fvvvx IYVVVN- V 4 . .,-V fxfxfyfx AAAAA NA fs, cfxfw N 5 sf, ooo VV fxff AANNA Af-AA A-X-K-s AAA-I A Q , 2 . Presently this little boy fell into dreamland. There a fairy led him into a garden where there were many beautiful fiowers. Gene at once spied a group of red carnations near him. The fairy was far ahead, so he paused to grasp one as he passed. It slipped from his fingers when a deep and awful voice demanded, Are they yours? Are they yours? This made Gene angry. The louder the voice scream- ed, the more indignant he became. He opened his mouth to reply, but words would not come. He tried to cry out but his voice was gone. Again and again the little boy' snatched at the flowers and Hnally succeeded in jerking from its stem a big red carnation. Then all was darkness. The beautiful garden vanished. The little boy stood alone, and inihis hand was a withered and faded carnation instead of the beautiful red one he had picked. Angry and disappointed, he burst into tears. Then he awoke and found himself in his little bed in the darkness of his room. Unconscious- ly he repeated the lineszs All are needed by each oneg Nothing is fair or good alone. The next morning Gene was up bright and ea1'ly, selling doughnuts from dcor to door, before school. As he passed the new bungalow the red carnation nodded to him, but this time- it did not, beckon. For the first time he saw it in its relation to the other beauties of the lawn and forming with them one perfect whole. Never was there a prouder little boy than, was Gene when he carried home that evening a handsome jardinere in which was a red carnation in full bloom-this as a prize for the best interpretation of two certain lines in Emerson's poem, Each and All. Miss Hughes walked home with him that evening and not until then did he know that she lived in the new bungalow and was the owner of the red carnation. -MARJORIE GLAZEBROOK. SPOT Do you remember tha.t long legged, .flop eared dog, Banner Rice had? Well, Banner came up to me the other day and said, Wl1at do you think of my dog, Spot? This used to be Lady Macbeth's dog! I gave the dog the once over, and returned, It's not such a bad dog, but how do you get it used to be Lady lVlacbeth's dogg she never had a dog. At least Shakespeare never mentioned it in his play. . B-31111913 H0thiI1g daunted, gave me a contemptuous look, O, he didn't'? How about that little quotation from Macbeth, 'Out 'damned Spot' ? ' v Q . o . s s 4 0 Q 1 o Q Q 'A A Naam fsfsfws - A fff fgffzififs 454' Page Seventy-two

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VV N-VXVXVQVY' Vfiffqffgvyv H fvvvs lwvvvx. o Q 0 s 0 5 IXAAA AJVVVN M fvfwxvsfsfsagfiabxbsfmx g,g,bx,pg M THE. RE-UNION OU have probably often heard how the Senior Class of 1930 had a re-union every five years. They have always held these at Warrensburg out at Pertle Springs. The first one was held in 1935. Nearly every member was present telling of different colleges each had been attending, the teaching' of some school and of recent marriages. But it seemed that this first re-union was not half as important as the second one. Early in 1940, while in Colorado as an Extenison Worker, I received a letter from no one else but Phyllis Henry telling of the plans for the second re-union to be held the 25th day of June. i Late in the evening of the 24th, I drove into Warrensburg. I went directly to the home of Phyllis, as I wanted to hear all the news immediately. Hello, there, Phyllis! I see you're still in Warrensburg and teaching English at the High School, too. Are there many of the other Seniors still here? Oh, yes! Bill Hinkle is now the owner of the Thrailkill Clothing Storeg John Tetley is -coaching the athletics at W. H. S., and Mary Knapp is the Math teacher and- But what about Louis Theiss, Billy Cockefair, and where is Mary Neal? I thought they were all living near here, I interrupted. Did you know that Mar- jorie Glazebrook is the Secretary to the Ambassador to England and Charlie John- son is the private Secretary to the President of the U. S.? Yes, I had heard of Char1ie's prominent position but I didn't know that Mar- jorie was in England. Hadn't you heard that Mary and Jerome were married? Mary is a splendid dressmaker and Jerome is President of the Standard Oil Com- pany. Do you remember Henrietta Stratton? I think she was a sophomore when we graduated, said Phyllis. She was going with Louis at the time, wasn't she? Oh, are they married? Yes, and living on the old home place, out of town a few miles, very happy. I have never seen such a pair. They seem to be just crazy about each other, And you asked about Billy Cockefair, didn't you? He is still delivering lettuce to Buente Town grocerrs. He has the largest dairy and truck gardens in Warrensburgf' By this time we were really getting sleepy and as we Wanted to continue our conversation at the reunion the next day, we retired to our rooms. The morning of the 25th broke, bright and fair. The whole town seemed to be in a bustle as if something exciting was to happen. Well, it was something to be excited about, to be able to go out to Pertle Springs and see there all your old schoolmates. Everyone was there with the exception of Marjorie Glazebrook, who at this time could not get a leave because of her secretary-ship. Of course there was much chattering, as everyone was talking at once, try- ing to find out Whore each had been and all that had happened for the last ilve years, so, in order that each might know about the others, the roll was called by Mary Neal, the Secretary of the Senior Class, now Mrs. Jerome Iohnston, and also a renowned dress designer, and answered by each person telling about his life. Please be quiet, everyone, said Mary, I am going to call the roll. Helen Bryant. . I'm sorry, Mary, my name is no longer Bryant. I am living with my hus- band in California. V. , . vvvv K vvvvs vvvvv we m wmv.. XQVVF' N. U.-A NA' fx- kfwsns. IAJAQA A--M NNNNX AA Page Seventy-three W