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

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'Ig- F ,,, V -,gif-v--fd-f Suggs! 1 Y K --. Y 30 THE WESTPORT HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. doctorb.--Who is he so withered and so Wild in his attire? Doctor-Westport, fair goddess! You hold the highest place among our cen- ters of learning. CWestp0rt bOWSl- Your wisdom already tells you my pur- pose. How can I best attract the atten- tion of Mars? Westport-By a light! The stronger, the clearer it is, the farther will it car- ry. My light is strong and pure. It is a composite light and emanates from the scintillating intellects of my children, but the Seniors are indeed the luminous centre. Sadly I confess that among this illustrious group there are some whose brilliancy is dimmed by their physical or mental imperfections. I refer especially to those cunning midgets, Bug Polk and Howard Peck, to Eleanor Brown, with her prodigious accumulation of F'sg to that pulling infant, Jack Haas. But there are others who cast such a dazzling light that they completely outshine these whom I have just mentioned. I point with pride to a noble company of poets, dramatists, embryo statesmen, financiers, suffragettes, social reformers, aldermen and porch climbers. My light will be explained to the Earth by the Crier, but to the Heavens by the Herald. fHerald blows trumpet. Thunder. Lightning. Enter Marsh Mars Cbellowingl-Long have I sought you, Earth! Long! Long! But always darkness hid you! Then suddenly a light shone from a high hill and in it was emblazoned 1920. A trumpet sound- ed, and behold I came! Who-what is is? Westport-It is I. li'-Iuaumvl' Mars-A second Venus! Ckissing her band.J Doctor-At last! Mars-Because of you, Westport, I am here! fCurtainJ ACT II. Scene-same as Act I. Dr. Loon A, Tick telephoning. Room is otherwise empty. Time-June 10, 1920.--Evening. Doctor-Yes, well, now, tell me a. lit- tle more about that meat you find on trees, and your Ham Sandwich Islands. Mars Cwithoutj-Oh, call Westport back! She interests me! Doctor-But your Chili wells? Mars-What's that? I don't hear!- Hey! Doctor! The light is fading! What's the matter? Hey there! Louder. CEnter Westport.J Doctor-Just a minute. Westport, Westport! What's the matter on the hill? Westport fgravelyj-Nothing. The Seniors are graduating. They are almost done. CEXit Westport! DoctoriHold on there, Mars! Mars -Louder! Cfranticallyj-Mars! Mars! Mars! fwildlyl Gone! Gone! Gone! Lost! He came to Westport and she has driven him away! My life ruined! Fail- ure on the eve of success! Mars! flisten- ingj Et tu Mars! Then fall, Loon A. Tick! CStabs himself.J fEnter Students! Doctor-Mars-again-is lost! Cdies.J All Crushing forwardb-Oh!-Dr. Loon A. Tick is lost with Mars! CCu1'tain.J -Ruth A. Hall '21, --s.......,...'.?f.., It whic the knit1 Tl strai fron fron gold little wou' ming bow swir the mur und! ,,. a g1 I suri 81919 tere Cl ask Whi lam ton am con ll bt I f ou ent waz wh !fr'f -f'L'fe U 'E W W' . . . V- ,, , 4 We anff. c -. . ' , ' ' 'mi

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lon of Mrs. 1 held twice five valued fortunate in f of the good r best wishes o graduate. . .... Trombone . . . . . .Violin wif THE WESTPORT HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. 29 mars, a Tbrageoy CAST OF CHARACTERS Dr. Loon A. Tick ...... A Student of Astronomy Mars Crier Westport Herald Students-all between seven and twenty-seven years of age. ACT I. Scene--The doctor's study. Students chatting at one end. The doctor seated at his desk, which is littered with papers and surrounded by books, at the other end. Time.--June 9, 1920-Afternoon. First Student-A new student enters tomorrow. He is the last of a fine old family, for generations the sons have studied under Dr. Loon A. Tick. Second Student-How many, many pu- pils has he had! How many have seen his white beard grow long and longer! But nothing-not even, the barber shop -can lure him from the quest of com- munication with Mars. ' Third Student--My father entered his class fifty years ago! ' First Student-A century ago my grandfather was enrolled here! Doctor iexcitedlyb-Ah! All--What! Doctor Cdisappointedlyj-No. Students-This has gone for days! For Weeks! For Months! For years! --Yes, almost for centuries! Doctor Cexcitedlyj-Ah! Ah! Ah !- A-Ah!!! Class, attention! I have found it! The secret of the ages! At last! At last! fRumpling his hair wildlyb. All--What! Doctor-Listen attentively! Let me make it clear. The stars are above the Earth! Above the Earth!!! All--Oh! Doctor-Therefore, the higher we are on the Earth, or the higher we are above the Earth the nearer we are to the stars! Mars is a star. Therefore, the nearer we are to the stars, the near- er we are to Mars! All--Oh! Wonderful! Phenomenal dis- covery! Doctor-But now to find a high place convenient for communication. CHe whistles. Three boys advance from the group of students. Smoke envelops them. When it clears a caldron is in the middle of the room around which the boys are slowly dancing. All the rest save Dr. Loon A. Tick have disappeared.J Boys- The weird brothers hand in han', Children of Earth and friend of man, Thus do go about about! Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine! Peace! the charm's wound up.- Cto doctorj What do you desire? Doctor-Can you trace this city's highest place? Boys-Yes! Cchantingj High upon a hill so mighty stands our Westport High. fThey vanish in smoke. When it clears all is as before.J Doctor feagerlyj-If this is so-! All-Oh! Oh! Doctor-Hurry, someone! Bring West- port to me. QExit one of students. A bell rings. A flare of trumpets. Enter a Crierj. Crier Qringing his belly--A way is be? ing found to talk to Mars! CEnter a Herald.J Herald iblowing his trumpet!--Westf port comes. CEnter Westportl. Westport Qto students, pointing to

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estport, I am Dr. Loon A, is otherwise vening. ell me a lit- you find on .ch Islands. ill Westport ells? lon't hear !-- ding! What's Louder. Westport, itter on the thing. The ey are almost Mars! Mars lars! Mars! lone! Gone! 2 and she has ruined! Fail- Vlarsl Clisten- Loon A. Tick! lost! Cdies.l h !-Dr. Loon L. Hall '21, THE WESTPORT HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. 31 Taba Cholofisb It was one of those dark, rainy nights, which lend themselves so excellently to the most fantastic fancies, that I was knitting in the dimly lighted living room. The click of my needles blended strangely with the steady drip of the rain from the eaves, and as my eye wandered from the smoldering fire to the lone goldfish, restlessly darting about in his little home, I began to wonder how it would seem to spend all one's days swim- ming through a tiny castle in a crystal bowl. Suddenly the fish ceased his restless swimming and stared straight at me, at the same time a low, silvery voice mur- mured in an almost indistinguishable undertone. Would you like to know how I became a goldfish ? I remembered that I was not so much surprised by the fact that a goldfish ,was apparently addressing me as I was in- terested in the question itself. Weren't you always a goldfish ? I asked in return. No, said that same murmuring voice which was strongly reminiscent of water lapping against rocks. It is just a year tonight since I became a goldfish, and I am going home now. Would you like to come? Ah, I should love to! I exclaimed, but how- Before I had finished the sentence I found myself in a narrow, dark river, entirely alone save for the goldfish who was swimming beside me. The- rain which had been falling steadily all the time we swam, turned into a heavy mist as we approached a large green island. As soon as we touched the island, we were surrounded by such dazzling colors that I cried aloud. This is just like the rainbow! It is the rainbow, answered the fish who had been silent during. the entire journey. And now will you please go to the top of that hill and see if you can find anyone? At the top of the hill to which my companion had sent me, I found an ex- quisite house built of a gigantic abalone shell, almost hidden by the beautiful sea weed which grew much higher than my head' and completely surrounded the house. Though I wandered through every room and every path in the garden, I could find no living creature, so I re- turned to the cave in which I had left the goldfish. When I confessed my failure to dis- cover anyone, the fish did not seem sur- prised and said in a quiet voice. Now I will tell you the story I prom- ised. One year ago I was living here with my six brothers and sisters, who take care of the rainbow, and I was very happy. Every morning when we had painted our different colors into the rain- bow and covered it securely with cob- webs, we would sit on the sand and color our sea shells. The water was so clear that I could not resist stopping some times to gaze at the reflection of my hair, which was just the color of amber, in the sunshine. One day, while