Westport High School - Herald Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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OFFICERS OF JUNIGR CLASS. WILLIAM E. HAMNER. ARTHUR H. HAYUM. Vice-President. President. Rov B. BENTLEY. GERTRUDE R. SCHAUFFLER. J. DONOVAN MALcoLMsoN.' Treasurer. Secretary. Sergeant-at-Arms THE TERRIBLE JUNIORS. Un a Fridav evening in the early springtime The juniors, restless, waited with their autos, The Seniors gave a party to themselves, The swelling now subsiding in their puffed- And the Juniors gathered 'round to interrupt up domes. it, The naughty little mischief-making elves. lliithin the halls are full of liffht and laughter Q 2 lVithout, the luniors were with envy filled, Hours rolled on, and still no sign of leaving W'hen now, a mighty minion of the civil law Moves on these shivering though relentless Juniors, And orders them to go back home to paW. Lf l,k1't t lltl '- . . . . axmg mr pans O Cap me a ie Semols They leave in silence and with threats and .iknd take them olf, to be chopoed up and killed. The time rolled on, the Seniors did not tire, They showed no signs of leaving for their homes. grumbles, And slowly scatter to their dwelling-places, Wfhile, some time later, out the Seniors sallied, Looks of contentment on their smiling faces. Thus ends the dreadful Junior insurrection, Foiled by our noble city law's protection,

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I OFFICERS. OF SOPHOMORE CLASS. MARGARET COBURN. VIRGINIA SIEGEL. President. Sergeant-at-Arms. KENNETH G. IRoNs. GEORGE D. HULL. JEROME TWICHELL. Secretary. Treasurer. Vice- President. THE NIGHT OF THE FOURTEENTH. It is very cosy to sit by the ire in the evening in a warm room, with a good booic to read and plenty of time to read it. So I sat one winter evening in February. It was indeed winter outside. The snow lay on the ground a foot deep, and numerous icicles hung down from the eaves. Inside, however, all was pleasant. The poem I was reading was The Raven. I had nearly dropped oft to sleep when suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber doorf' These words from 'fThe Raven Hitted through mv mind when I heard that knock- ing at my door. I was somewhat startled at the similarity of my position to that of the man in the poem, but I went at once to the door and opened it. I heard a scurrying of feet at a little distance, but saw nobody. However, as soon as the light fell on the doorstep, I discovered an envelope lying there. I picked it up, closed the door, and walked back to mv seat by the tire. Now, I wonder if you can guess what it was that that envelope contained. Well, it was a piece of paper daubed all over with green paint and cut somewhat jaggedlv into the shape of a heart. Written upon it in a childish scrawl were the words: to 2lUHt1C.7' Pauline Cclmpbell, '10.