West Plains High School - Zizzer Yearbook (West Plains, MO)

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SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY. . On thepflrst ,day of September we., tnlrty noble Sophomores, felt a sense of pride as we neared the High School building because we were never to be called Freshmen again. We were proud that the appellation, Sophoinores, could be applied to us and we deterniiued that the class would be an honor to the in- stitution and be regarded as such in the fut- ure. Oh! If you only could have seen our 'iline up on that eventful day! We had Riggs for traveling over-land and a Shipman to build and steer shtps it we should choose to travel on the sea. Grace Betts supplies us with sunshine by her never ceasing smile and as for wit, is not Blanche Kirwan, a very witty Irishman, a member of our class? As to Jewels, we possess a genuine Rul.'y,not only in name but also in appearance. Our class, though, bright, and intelligent, is very modest, and a good specimen of this is Dorothy Patton. We are also a law-abiding classg we have two Judges, Evans and Haydon. and we are sure that Lancaster and Livings- ton will make two great lawyers in the days to come. By the preceeding it can easily be seen that although somewhat miscellaneous we are a cosmopolitan company. We were amused to see the poor bewild- ered Freshmen standlng around, some with open mouths, and all wondering if they were conducting themselves in a manner suitable to their rank. We were jealous of the Jun- iors and thought the Seniors strange and silly things. On the 'twelfth of December a party was given by our class in honor of the Foot Ball Boys and the joyful event is considered one of the most important affairs of the year. Our class teacher, Miss Huff, worked with us mrst diligently, and the success of this event, as well as of other thi'ngs undertaken during the year, was largely due to her dis- interested labor. The planning for the party and the Dleas- ant thoughts regarding same occupied our niinds and we were relieved for short time of the dread of the examinations that were soon to follow after the Christmas vacation. lt is now nearing 'the end of the term and we are planning fishing trips, parties, and other good times for our vacation. Next year, after our summer vacation, we expect to return to the school as Juniors, still re- taining our honors as the star class of the sr-hool and so completely eclipsing the pres- ent Junior class, that they will be lost in oblivion. ' VERA MAYHEW '16, LATE AUTUMN, The meadows still are green, -But farther off, where stands a grove of trees A touch ot red and gold may now be seen, Ag softly move the branches in the breezes. Far in the clear blue sky, A line of wild geese wing their tireless way, To the warm Southland, and their distant cry Is faintly borne upon the Autumn day. Far o'er the northern hills A faint soft veil of purple haze is draped, And 'gainst the darker. blue serene and still, A white topped bank of pearly clouds is shaped. The sun is warm and bright, And yet from out the far northwest where lies, Those argosies of cloudland, capfped with white, A crisp breeze brings us thots of col er skies. .ff l , C. M. '14 s lff'f:1!fU in titty Oar 'ro 'THE Fmsr BLUE-BIRD A dash of brightness in the sweet spring-air, A bit of living sky with russet breast,- Urged by a spirit that allows no rest,- Swift hasteth north to greet Spring, mild and fair. As She returning, gives Her hints so rare To weary people by hard winter pressed. With joyous beating wings he gains the quest, Then slowly settles on a twig quite bare, But sweet with the returning touch of life That thrills in blue-birds blithely bubbling song. O. bluest of the blue, to thee 'tis given Tn bring the people of the earth a life Gladder with hope. more sure of fall of wrong, And brighter with the prophecy of Heaven. H. L. '13. IN MEMORIAM, His dark blood flowed over my hand, In vain I tried to stop the flow, , But as I stopped the Wound, I knew He never would rally from the blow, I held hi'm close in agony, As if to call him back again. Alas! He could not stay with me My dear old rusty fountain pen. A. W. '15.

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nut pompadour with the utmost care. 'l'l1en 1 ventured a remark. You act as though you thought the vil- lage of Merryville was the city of Paris. Oh, 1 just thought I'd like to appear civi- lized since we're reaching civilized country. He tried -to act indifferent, but his rosy com- plexion turned to scarlet. At about ten o'clock we reached Merryville at last and approached the rambling old house, Well, here we are, I said, and watched Ted covertly. Here's cousin Janetfs home. ls there a large family? Ted inquired. Well hardly, since Janet ls the family. What! she lives all alone? No wonder the poor innocent seemed surprised. Not usually, I said, She always has scads of visitors. I could see that the old boy was nervous as we entered the hall and I exchanged greetings with the housekeeper whom I had known since I was a kid. Just sit down a minute, Mr. Howard, she said, while I call Miss Janet, I think she's out at the tennis court. Tennis! Joy, Oh bliss! The wild one shouted under his breath. Another chance for you, I said, ap- pearing not to have heard him. Say old man, I can't just see you intermingled with golden hair and tennis racketsf' He didn't reply but seemed to be engaged In examining the spacious room and the grounds outside and probably turning over what I had said about her living alone and thinking that perhaps-but there's no telling what he might have been thinking. Just here we heard light footsteps and I could almost hear the poor fellow's heart go pit-a-pat The door opened. We looked up. There entered a portly lady with gray hair parted smoothly on her forehead and 3 good natured smile playing forever about her mouth, which, when opened, disclosed two rows of even white teeth, her latest purchase from the new dentist. she informed me later. Howard, dear boy, I'm so glad to see you, she cried as she kissed me, and who is this? She turned to Tei. Ted Maitland. I beamed upon him, My cousin Janet. At first the poor kid dldn't seem to grasp the situation. He turned red and white, then hot and cold. bowed, mur- mured, Pleased to meet you. and sank into his chair. If I hadn't been so tickled I would have pitled the poor fellow. Our hostess was speaking. I guess you poor boys are hot and tirrd. Howard, you may have the blue room I was glad to get Ted into our room for I was afraid he might faint. I've heard of such things. He flopped down on a chair and was silent for a long time. Then he slowly reached in his pocket and pulled out the picture and looked at it. Yes, lt's her picture, I said, but it was taken thirty years ago. He gave me such a look as I have never seen before nor since, but said nothing. Finally, after I had un- packed my things and was preparing to dress for dinner, he awoke from his reverie and said dully, But 'the hair! Oh say now, you don't mean to tell me that you don't understand about fashion? Why, may, they rotate, like farm crops or merry-go-rounds, you know, and the same styles come back about every thirty years. Here Ted's silence was broken and he gave me such a lecture as I've never heard, outside a pulpit, on the ways of acting lies without telling them. As we went down to dinner I said, Will lou want to go motoring with her this after- noon or would you rather play tennis? He, forgetting that he wasn't on the football tleld gave me a kick that I can almost feel yet. About then the lady appeared. Dinner is just ready, come into the dining room. Your cousin Edith is with me now, Howard, but she seems to be late to dinner as usual. That child almost lives on that tennis court. I play a little myself to take off weight , she laughed. We had hardly seated ourselves when the door opened and there entered a girl arrayed in pink with dreamy eyes, golden hair coiled low on her neck, and little curly tendrils 'round her face. If Ted had fainted before, he would have died now, I know, for he dropped his fork with a c-latter and I could see his hair rise on his head . Oh Aunt Janet, I surely would have hurried lf I had known we had company, and her silvery laugh was good to hear She lsn't a gn0st , I whispered to Ted so he wou1dn't make such a fool of himself. but really. I didn't know that Edith did look so much like my cousin Janet's youthful pic- ture. And l never have been able to figure out whether the joke was on me or my churn, for he l1ad truly met his heart's desire. He had his motor rides and his tennis sets and now Edith has his diamond ring. Ted merely smiles about the picture episode and says that lt was all because of fashion. GENEVA PEASE.

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FAMPYS SNAP-SHOTS.