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

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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.

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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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I 1, Bobby, old around there hing for you . generously. tyou. She's Flsh, or any- Jund 'EO-111011 it. I've got ,H suggested nose she'd be dreamed of ! going in to y, sadly. I Qherels some- ! and rne- rny, gently. nk-perhaps obby ? zfully. No, an assump- J wager, old sure deserve s all right- :-but I un- sorry. id Bob, one grasping the nds between Mary was KSON, '15, THE VVESTPURT HIGH SCHQOL HERALD. The frozen moon casts from afar her crystal pallid, Hjalniar supported by his two hands to his blade Has rais'd hiinself aznong these men to death's call rally'd, The purple of the coinbat froin his side is sp1ay'd. -Hello! has sonzeone still a little living spirit Anfzong so many brave robust lads, swaggering This niorning with their songs that it was joy to hear it As in the roadside bushes croivds of blackbirds sing? All is still. Broken is iny casque, niine arnior batter'd, The rivets are all broken by the battle-ax. Mine eyes are bloodshot. With a roar the air is shatter'd Like the surf's roar or howls of wolves in wicked packs. Connie hither evil raven, thou niy brave nzan-eater, And open up niy poor breast with thine iron beak, To-inorrow thou wilt find us as to-night, but sweeter,' Meanwhile take Ylnier's daughter niy hot heart a-reek. In Upsal where the jarls drink good old beer of barley, And sing in chorus clinking pitchers wrought of gold, Fly hither without ceasing on the way to parley, Seek niy sweetheart-take her nfiine heart ere it grows cold. At the top of the tower where storks and tall cranes cluster Thou wilt see her erect, white with long raven hair, Frorn her ears hang two silver hoops of steadfast luster, And her eyes than the star of niorning are niore fair. Go, sonfibre messenger! tell her that I adore her, And give nfiine heart unto her so that she inay see That it is red and strong, not pale display'd before her, And Ylrner's daughter, evil bird, will sinile on thee. I die: niy spirit flows forth through a thousand places. My tirne is finish'd,' drink, oh wolves, the blood of one Y oung, joyous, strong, and brave, and free froin sin's disgraces I go to feast anfiong the gods beyond the sun! KEENE C. WALLIS, '15.