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

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FAMPYS SNAP-SHOTS.

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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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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY. It was in the year 1949. Senator Hogan, the enterprising editor of the Zizzer, was painfully compiling the list of the alumni of West Plains High School. He reached the 'class of '14, a class once large and fortunate but now small and neglected. Musing over the hard fates, of 'the once happy pupils, the editor let his mind wander, in fancy, over their lives. He first came to the name, Maud Benton. What a disappointment there had been here. Destined for a great career, heralded from one end of the country to the other as the greatest interpreter of Shakespear's heroines since the days of Julia Marlowe, a. woman whom Maud far sur- passed in beauty, she gave all this up, and marrying a poor Methodist preacher, buried herself in the wilds of Kansas. What the world lost by the failure of this great charac- ter can never be estimated, Slowly the editor passed to the next name -Miss Bessie Bogard, A. B., M. A., Mo., U. Ph. D., Vassar. Here was the place for greatness, if such ever existed. Positions were offered her in all the principal women's colleges in the United States, but she chose to confine herself to the measly little English Class in the West Plain High School. What worse thing could have happened to a woman on earth? Only one thing could have been worse! See Trimble's History. Phyllis Dressler came next-Phyllis, the kindest and truest of all creatures, Un- doubtedly she was destined for a better fateg surely the Fates never intended for her to traverse the stormy path of life without a strong protector. But 'there is a Supreme Being, and his will, not hers, was exercised. A lump came into the boy's throat as he gazed at the name of Ruby Henry. Here was a gi-rl of whom no accomplishment could be denied. Famed as a reader and elocution- lst, she was offered contracts from the man. agers of the largest Lyceum circuits of the country, but she preferred to wed a prof- essor. The cognomen of Elton M. Hyder next attracted attention. Elton the renowned mln- strel, that second Mark Twain, that noblest of men-it was just what we expected of him. His moral and uplifting book, Broken Beer-Bottles Break Bones in Bad Boys' Backs, earned for him such a place in literature that he was given a place as postman in Ring- ling's Circus. Closely connected with Elton was that other genius, Lord Clint T. Johnson, a second Demosthenes, and the greatest orator since the days of William Jennings Bryan, A copy of Johnson's famous oration, on the affirma- tive of the question, Resolved, that since the Civil War is now eighty years past, we should no longer wear Union Suits, lay on the table. This oration, delivered at the ,Peace Conference at Lebo, Missouri, won for its composer great fame, both at home and abroad. After this, desiring to devote all his time to oratory, Lord Clint even re- fused a job in a harness shop, which is said to have paid fifteen dollars per. With all his good qualities, he was a great man with the ladies, and it has been said that he has had twelve wives. This is probably a mls- take, as but eleven are certainly known of. Reluctantly leaving the record of this magnificent character, Senator 'turned the page. The man whose name he next noticed had been such a terrific failure! He stopped and thought of Morwood's past life. He remembered that even when Clyde was a mere boy he invented a wagon from spools and toothpick-s, and as the boy grew older and reluctantly left his fa.ther's knee, his genius remained with him. At the young and ten- der age of eighteen, we find him offering to the New York Zoological Society a plan for raising star-fish in trees. Altho the attempt was rt failure, nevertheless it showed Mor- wood's great powers of thought to all the world, and seemingly put him on the high road to fortune. But the ways of the world are hard. and insanity always claims its victims, sooner or later. One day Clyde attempted tn tly from the Woolworth Building to the ground with a pair of water-wings, and so painfully crushed his noble and well-filled craniuin. Brief and simple was the life of the next. Madge Morton, the dearest of all sphinxes. finally induced a poor simp to marry her on her forty-fifth birthday: but after endeavor- ing vainly for four days to say one single word, 'the poor man yielded up the ghost and went to his long home. Madge's heart was broken. and she was buried with him. Poor-man! How different was the fate of her friend, Geneva Pease, who. accustomed to all the luv-'nrv of her father's household, was united in holy matrimony at the tender age otnine- teen to a prominent nurserymen. and retired with him to South Fork. After many years of trial and tribulation, she went to the thriving village of Hardscrabble. where she supported her shiftless and worthless husband