Webb City High School - King Jack Yearbook (Webb City, MO)

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26 KING JA! 2K 'V Srninrn Four years ago! 'Twas then you came, a troop of laughing children With shining eyes and happy hearts and all yout high ambitions. To do the thing and win the prize Which there you saw before you. Through all those years you've worked and toiled And hearts and minds are deeper-broader. The Senior Class! From childhood you have grown to youth And stand on manhood's threshold. Your merry eyes are just as brightw Your hearts, we hope, as pureg But Life has opened her book for you And you are learning her lessons. Oh may you only learn the good! The things which make you better! Your minds gain freedom of all thought-- Your souls develop to the infinite That through all time and space Your influence passes as the breath of flowers. l Bright the future spreads before you Beckoning with eager handse- 1 Stand not idle, Life is flowing ' Quickly o'er her golden sands. In that future Love will crown you If your lives deserve the crowng Love comes not by chance or hazard Nor by dragging others down. There you'll find the truest Friendship And which near Love ever stands, Take them both and follow closely As they lead you by the hands. Failure also waits there for you, Making earth look overcastg And Regret will walk beside you Nor depart until the last. But these things can never harm you, Rather they will make you grow In the things which are essential To God's creatures here below. Sorrow teaches S0rrow's lessons And through it we understand Love and Faith, the strongest cables Which bind mankind unto man. L'Em:oi The days will grow to weeks and months, The months will grow to years: And what we write can not be last Though we wash it in our tears! A ELLA Boo!-ma.

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KIN1,i .LX1 IK 16' 27 I ir rs W y nsilg Arquirrh HAD spent the entfre winter and summer of the year 189- clerking In a bank, T' and so when the flrm offered me a two months' vacation beginning the flrst day ':, QI of September I gladly accepted. I decided to spend my vacation with an old fisherman, Jim Travers, whom I had vlslted a few years before. I had decided to go on a tramp steamer In order to get more benefit from the salt air and the ocean voyage, but decided to postpone my journey on ac- count of a severe equlnoctlal gale which was, at that time, blowlng. However, I was not delayed long, and soon I was at my old friend's cottage. Soon the conversation drifted to the storm which had delayed me. My friend showed me a piece of what at first appeared to be dirty paper but as soon as I felt it I decided that It was a piece of parchment. He sald that he found It ln a bottle which had been washed up by the storm. In each corner of the parchment was a skull and cross-bones. In the center was written in letters of the style used probably ln the latter part of the eighteenth century: Ten paces north of the large oak which ls directly in line with the Crow's-nest and the place where the sun rlses on October the flrst. From the spot ten paces from the tree go twelve east. Below this was an elaborate scroll which I was unable to interpret. At flrst I thought it was some joke, but as I had nothlng to do I decided to look into the matter. Mr. Travers knew nothing about the Crow's nest, but after inquiring from other flshermen we learned that it was a peculiar ledge on a cliff about a mlle down the shore from the Monica Island, where .lim lived. As this was the thfrtleth day of September, tomorrow would be the day when the sun would rise In line with the oak, so that afternoon we set out for the Crow's nest with blankets and other supplies. We experienced no trouble In flndlng the cave because of its prominence and soon we had made camp at the foot of the cliff. The next morning we arose about an hour before the sun, and, while Jim prepared our breakfast, I climbed the cliff to the nest. I got there just as the sun was rising. The tree was easily located about half a mile south-west. I returned, and after eating our breakfast we started directly to the tree. I experienced more dlfflculty than I had anticipated in reaching the tree, but finally dld so. After I had stepped the designated distance I drew a circle about flve or sfx feet in diameter. We then proceeded to dig. We continued the digging for some time and were glvfng up in dis- conragement when we unearthed a skull. We resumed digging and presently we came across several bones and another skull. We dug on for about half an hour, when my pick struck some- thing hard. I hastily scraped away the dirt and found a small iron-bound box. It was so heavy that It required our united efforts to lift it out of the hole. We removed the chest to Mr. Travers' cottage. It was so decayed that we easily knocked it open with an ax. It was fllled chiefly with crosses and similar things which I judged were stolen from some church. They were nearly all set with precious stones. I offered my friend half of the treasures but he refused to take them, saying that he would not know what to do with them. I sold the find for a sum which would enable me to enjoy the remainder of my life. This I immediately started out to do. RUTH IMES, 'll.