Westport Junior High School - Iris Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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The House of Quality M aleerx of: Medals, Trophy Cups, Plaques, Class Rings and Pins-Fraten nity Insignia. We Furnished the Class Rings for Westport Junior High School Green Jewelry Co. 1016 Walnut HA rrison 1253

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mat. Before I could regain my feet, I felt a blow upon my head and saw a thousand stars. Then l lost consciousness. I How long I lay in that state, I do not know, but I do know that when I awoke all was dark and there was a throbbing in my head, Rising to a sitting position, I took in my surroundings. Wierd, vari-colored phantasms floated lightly in the airg filmy fig- ures without definite shapes, flitted here and there, tiny needle-like beams of light, all colors of the rainbow, shot hither and thither. Suddenly the scene was changed. The light beams disappeared, and the phantom figures fled into u corner and merged into an ever-changing mass of soft tints-now rose, now blood-red, now violet. Looking for the cause of this marvelous change, I perceived u great, dark shadow, without form or features, approaching the effervescent mass. Nearer and nearer it drew to the restless phantasm. It was almost upon them when suddenly the scene van- ished, and at the same instant I found myself falling through infinite space. Below I heard the roar of some underground torrent. Louder and louder grew the sound and I was falling-falling-falling. John! lt was my motlier's voice. John! Wake up this instant. You have had a terrible nightmare. I told you not to eat so much of that Swiss cheese! ' -EDWIN WITHINGTDN. unior High Tune: Marching Through Georgia. We learn each lesson, mind each ruleg As you may know quite well, We learn each lesson, mind each rule Our motto is excel. Ignorance we ridicule, dishonesty expel While we're attending at Westport. Chorus Hurrah! Hurrah! We sing and shout with glee Hurrah! Hurrah! Our hearts are glad and free, We work and play with great delight, and life's xx jubilee, While we're attending at Westport. -Home Room 416. Emlrrx i 1 1 X

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Betty and lBilll's School Days I can't get this algebra problem, said Betty. Will you work it, Bill? Bill was reading his favorite magazine, The Wild West, when Betty interrupted him. I was waiting for that, he said, taking a pencil from the table. Now let me see, Bet, if I work this problem, that means you must draw me a picture of that carbon dioxide experiment I had today in science. Will you, sis '? You bet I will, answered Betty. 1 love to draw, it's so easy. 1 get E on my drawing. Isn't your sister a bright child? . Yes, Bet,-that is in everything but algebra. I think you might improve in that, don't you? Betty replied slowly, I guess I could. I After that there was silence. Bill, tapping on the floor with his feet, drumming on the table with his pencil, and running his fingers through his hair as he worked on that detestable problem, was quite comical. Betty had always liked drawing. She soon finished and, walking over to Bill, she said, Let the problem go. I'll tell Miss Day it can't be worked. But Bill would not let it go, ami at a late hour he had finally solved it. Now Bet can't say I'm dumb. It's late: guess I'll go to bed. The next morning Bett was up early, but not Bill. The bed felt too good for him. Son, it's after seven, callled mother, and twenty minutes later father's voice called. t'William, get up this minute. Bill was soon dressed and ready to join the rest of the family at breakfast. At school two hours later Bill was in his science class. William Jackson, said his teacher, let me see your drawing. Yes, sir, answered Bill as he proudly took it out of his book. Alas! It was not the carbon dioxide experiment, but the electrolysis of water instead. What could he do? Nothing but take the consequences, and that he did. At the same time Betty Sat in her algebra class. What could cause such a look on her face? Master Bill had actually worked the wrong problem. Poor Bettey was also forced to take her dose of medicine. That evening both were very angry, but it was soon over. Betty said laughingly to Bill: lt was just a good lesson to both of us to teach us to do our own work, wasn't it . ' True enough, sis, he answered. If you want a thing well done, do it yourself and don't leave it to your sister. Or brother, finished Betty. -BEATRICB BoHoM1L. My ll-llearrt Goes Wandering Deep in the dark, sweet forest, Where the charcoal burners dwell, Where the trickling of a tiny brook Rings out clear, like a bell, Where wild flowers grow undaunted In a quiet little vale, Where moss grows up beneath the foot Along an old woods trail- Deep in the dark, sweet forest, My heart is wont to go, In a dreary day in winter, When piercing breezes blow. And there my heart will wander 'Till gone is the dreary day, 'Till from the sun's warm brightness My heart has stolen a ray. From deep in the dark, sweet forest, Where the charcoal burners dwell, Where the trickling of a little brook Rings out clear, like a bell, My heart refreshed comes back to meg And gone is the day's dull gloom, For buried deep down in my heart Is a pure wild flower abloom. -NANCY Tunuzv Eumrx'-MN: