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

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hey do not shoes and ls made at . unit, how is due to velops the retail mar- isas City's s who sup- s City food tion that a increase in ' factories P y factories tat was a ll we now :ommercial tns-lVIissis- ic lines .by an ardent all we ex- of Kansas QER, '15, led Reid. don't see n they say 1, I'll just politelyf, 'ou've ac- t now-go age. And immy had .y nearing do in case you P ime to re- shion, and well-l, my THE WESTPGRT HIGH SCHOQL HERALD. 19 own-n, light of my life-farewell-ll-l, before jimmy dove down the stairs. Alone in his study, Mr. Robert Edward Reid sank back, gasping, into his easy chair. Damnation, he muttered, explosively. 'fBob Reid, you're an unmitigated donkey, if ever there was one! Why under the shining canopy did you ever accept such a blame fool bet? Wheii it comes to bally, asinine stunts, I'll recommend a man who thinks he knows something. Uh! you chump-you blamed, old, batty chump! You pride yourself on your learning, don't you-your thoughtful, grave consideration of all problems? Sure you do- and now you let a blamed, little, sawed-off runt come along and bamboozle you into a state of complete, brainless idiocy. Ye gods ln For some time poor Bobby puffed noisily at his little, black pipe, but after a while the soft spring breeze, borne in through the open windows from the newly awakening garden, smoothed out the worried wrinkles in his brow and seemed to blow away his troubled thoughts. He sat up suddenly, completely restored to his usual calm, serene state of mind. 'fBosh ! he remarked, waving away his troubles with a careless hand. There's only one chance in a million! and besides, how many girls are named 'Mary' nowadays? They're all Gene- vieves, and Luciles, and Muriels-I'll bet there aren't more'n than three Marys in this whole town!!' all X PK Three days later Bobby started out to win his wager. His plans were all made. He was to drive in any direction that Fancy seemed to lead, and the first native-stone, red-tile- roofed house he came to was to be the house. He had driven scarcely half a mile when he spied it-in fact, it almost seemed to leap out at him from the row of pretty houses along the shady street. It was a pretty place-he was glad of that-set far back from the street among vines and shrubbery. It had a wide veranda running around three sides of it, and its red-tile roof sparkled in the sun. Bobby halted his little green machine in front of the broad, white walk, and squaring his shoulders defiantly, he marched stiffly up to the hospitable front door. Preparing to ring the bell, he was startled by a soft, merry, little voice, saying, I-Iello-of ! and Bobby turned to discover, leaning back in a huge, cretonne-cushioned porch swing, kept in motion by a tiny, black-slippered t-oe, a veritable pink and gold vision, whose brown eyes regarded him laughingly from behind a small, pink-beribboned, white kitten. PF X 2: Seventy-two minutes later, jimmy Wain- wright's interested consideration of the latest best-seller was interrupted by a noisy pound- ing at his door, which opened immediately to admit Mr. Robert Edward Reid. I!ve come for that pup, my good man, he announced, condescendingly, surveying jimmy with eyes full of triumph, but thinly veiled by the haughty, bored expression on his counte- nance. jimmy was startled into rare animation, Honest, old man ? he yelled delightedly. Did you honestly get up the nerve? Rah for you-Bobby, my son, you're 'mprovin' rapidly! Sa-ay Bobby, drop that Lord Percival Mont- gomery stare and tell me what happened. f'Oh! I had a peach of a time, declared Bobby, airily. Well-ll, letls see. About two o'clock I got dressed-I put on that classy gray suit, that new one, you know-and my lavender fixings, you know-shirt, sox, tie, handkerchief-theylll always fall for that com- bination, you kn-ow. Sa-ay I surely looked nifty! concluded Bobby, modestly. Aw, cut it, you chump ! ejaculated Jimmy. HI didn't ask for a description of your manly beauty. I realize itls dazzling to strangers, but long association enables me to survey you with comparative comfort-I might almost say in- difference. Talk up, you bloomin' idiot! As I was just saying, continued Bobby smoothly, I mounted the steps, and was just ready to ring the bell, when I heard the sweetest voice you ever listened to! It said

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ff rr' r - '--f ----E.- I ,g K 'i:3AfX!-I-Ii wi s . 18 THE WESTPORT HIGH SCHQQL HERALD. that we can care for all the farm products, and the displays of nuts and bolts, barrels, keys, artihcial limbs, Hue linings, overalls, window casements, mattresses, trunks, harness, enve- lopes, and plumbing supplies would have borne witness that Kansas City is well able to supply such articles to all the markets of her tributary territory. ' Manufacture and commerce make the city, and Kansas City owes her remarkable develop- ment to these institutions. Kansas City and all of the manufacturing cities of the United States, feel the hardship of dull business in dry goods and real estate much less than do the other American cities, for their factories form a system of home production and consumption. The employee receives his wage from the manufacturer. He -spends it with the local retailer, who returns it to the factory in pay- ment for his goods. The money is earned and spent in Kansas City, and we are comparatively who patronize home industry, as they do not buy silks and satins, and imported shoes and hats, but the more substantial goods made at home. Regarding this factory as a unit, how much patronage of home industry is due to the manufacturer? Manufacturing, furthermore, develops the natural resources, and creates a cash retail mar- ket for products of the soil. Kansas City's 1,200 factories employ 40,000 persons who sup- port 100,000 people and buy Kansas City food and clothing. Is it a mere supposition that a large proportion of Kansas City's increase in the last ten years has been due to her factories? In twenty-seven years, Kansas City factories have realized for Kansas City what was a magnificent ideal. Wliat ideal will we now find worthy of our effort? The commercial and geographical center of the Trans-Missis- sippi territory, with convenient traffic lines by independent of big business and stock gamble- dom. For a concrete example, let us consider a factory which employs one hundred men, each of whom receive 31.50 per day. This factory then pays il545,0'00.00 annually to men rail and water, and best of all, with an ardent push Kansas City spirit, what shall we ex- pect in the dawn -of the next period of Kansas City prosperity? MARION D. WALTNER, 'l5. The Wager I'll bet, ended jimmy Wainwright, con- clusively, that you don't dare! f'What'll you bet P queried Reid, lazily, wiggling deeper into the huge pile of cushi-ons abo-ut him. What'll I bet ? repeated jimmy, de-risively - what'll I bet that Robert Edward Reid grave, dignified, celebrated college professorj with only the blot of riches on an otherwise stainless name, won't march boldly up to the front door of a perfectly strange house and inquire for Miss Mary? Heavens, man, Ild take a chance like that any time! I'll bet that Irish setter pup of mine you're so crazy about to two bits that you don't. Send him around, commanded Reid. He's worth the price. Besides-I don't see anything so terrifying in that. When they say there isn't any 'Miss Mary' there, I'll just make my apologies and back away politely. All right, grinned jimmy, you've ac- CePl?ed the Wager-you can't back out now-Oo b OH, Old man, and show your courage. And SH'-HY, BObby-boy, you haven't -Jimmy had gljabbed his cap and was cautionsly nearing t d irc . e oor exactly decided what to do in case ss Mary,' have you ? .The door slammed shut just in time tio re- ceive the impact of a nice, plump cushion, and from the hall came a tunef there should be a 'Mi ul Farewell-l, my own-n jimmy Aloi Reid s f'Dam1 Reid, there canopy bet? Illl rer sometl batty learnir consid and nl runt cc of con For at his soft sr windo' smootl and 5 thougl He his usi he ren a carel million named vieves, afcnit town l' Thrf his wa, to drix to leac roofed He hai spied i at him shady glad o among verand its red

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, - 1 ffffgahfex , in -ISIN 20 THE VVESTPORT HIGH SCHOQL HERALD. ' 'Hello-ol' and of course I turned around, and say-ay-y! Bobby was pensively silent for some thirty seconds, but the dramatic effect was somewhat marred by thehaste withwhich he was forced to resume his narrative in order to 'escape the punishment threatened by jimmyls darkening scowl. There,,' he said, impressively, sat the most beautiful creature ever put on earth by a kind and bountiful Providence. She's just a slip of a thing, with the most wonderful goldenhcurls, and brown eyes, and a complexion-jimmy, my man, that complexion makes you think of apple blossoms, and pink roses, and velvet, and peaches and cream-gee, but Mary sure is- Mary,', shrieked jimmy. Bobby-as you love me-her name really isn't Mary!', That's what I asked her,'l replied Bobby, calmly, was soon as I got my breath, and she was so surprised, and asked me how I guessed it. Wfe talked about half an hour, and she let me hold her kitten, and say-she has the sweetest voice you ever heard, sort of high, you know, and real rippling and laughing- babbling brooks aren't in it. She had on a pink dress that just matched her cheeks, and it- had all sorts of little, fluffy, dangling things on it -and,', c-oncluded Bobby, triumphantly, she asked me to come again! Gee, you're a lucky dog! groaned jimmy enviously. Now, if I had done a fool trick like that 'Miss Mary' would have been an old maid with side curls and false teeth like the old maid in the story, who was called to the 'phone by mistake, and said, 'Yes, Iill marry you-who is it, please P' Say, Bobby, I'm a good friend of yours-youlre not going to keep all this to yourself, are yOU, B0bbY, Old man? Say, Bobby 'll you take me around there sometime, Bobby? I'll do something for you sometime. VVhy-yes, conceded Bobby, generously. 'AI reckon she'd be willing to meet you. Sh6'S awfully jolly-not a bit standoffish, or any- thing. She asked me to come around to-1nor- row, but Ilm afraid I canlt make it. I've got too much work on my hands. Vile might make it to-night, suggested jimmy, hopefully. 'fDo you suppose she'd be in? That's the kind of a girl I've dreamed of! I'll give you warning, Bob, I'm going in to winll' All right, old man, said Bobby, sadly. I wish I had your confidence. But there's some- thing that stands between Mary and me- something I never can overcome. I'm sorry, Bob, said jimmy, gently. Maybe itls not as bad as you think-perhaps I could help. Could you tell me, Bobby P Thanks, jimmy, said Bob, gratefully. UNO, it can't be helped. He rose with an assump- tion of cheer. But Ilve won my wager, old man-wherels the pup ? jimmy brought it gladly. You sure deserve it, he said, sympathetically. It's all right- I know you don't want to tell me-but I un- derstand, and I'm mighty, mighty sorry. I donlt mind telling youf, said Bob, one hand on the door knob, the other grasping the dog's chain. '4The thing that stands between us, Jimmy, is just twenty years! Mary was five her last birthdayf' FRANCES A. DICKSON, '15. THE HEART OF HJALMAR From the French of Leconte de Lisle. The night is clear, the wind is cold, the snow is bloody Vlfhereon a thousand brave warriors nnbnry'd lie With haggard eyes, they grasp their swords with red gore ruddy, All motionless, while ravens round thein swirl and cry.