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

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EIGHT! lris O Iris, well beloved of morn, Deep bathed in dew and light, You nestle by the limpid bourn, A rare and radiant sight. Fair petals of a gorgeous hue, Like irised gown of her A Whom all on Mount Olympus knew As Juno's trusty messenger. From heaven to earth she casts a bow To bridge her pathway from the sky: Her trailing garments brightly glow, As softly downward she doth fly. For thee, the goddess robed in light, Our messenger we proudly name, For Westport Junior's Iris bright Spreads o'er the world our fair school's fame EUNICE LEFKOVXTS. Our uinuior High Far above the noise and traffic, Pleasing to the eye, Stands our school we think so splendid, Stands our Junior High. Junior High shall ever be, To us a shining lightg Striving always to he worthy Of our green and white. We'll revere the name of Westport, And we enter Senior High, When our junior days are over, We'll revere the name of Westport, Our dear Junior High. Donorm' YERNE BEACH. .,,:m:,m. ...., - ,...,,.e-..L,, V ,., -wfi,,,- w ,.-.i1f- -

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Our Gang Our gang was popular among all the boys in the neighborhood. No sissiesfunder- stand? lf you belonged to the gang, you were envied by all.. They had swell imtiations and eats. But Percival's mother a solutely refused to let him join. Percival was a tall, freckle faced, real boy, butf-poor fellow-he was blessed with the name of a sissy, Percival Fauntleroy Jones. His mother had always regretted his red hair. He should have had long, yellow curls like little Lord Fauntleroy, she thought. Percival had begged and pleaded and promised, but all in vain. Honest, mom, he pleaded, I'll bring in all the kindlin' and help you an' pa an', an'-Oh, mom, you're hard boiled! Please, won't cha' let me join? If you don't I'll run away an', an' make a million dollars an' never give you a cent-yes, I will! Gee, a feller's gotta have some fun. .fPlease, mom! Now, Percival, you know just as well as I do that little Lord Fauntleroy would never have joined that horrid gang and neither shall you. Percival Fauntleroy Jones, you go right up to your room and don't you dare come down until your pa gets home 5 then you'll get the worst lickin' you ever got. The very ideal All right for you, mom, l'ni going to run away sure's anything un' I'll not give you a cent. Percival, do you hear me! Percival went. Now Percival's pa had been a boy, once upon e. time, and he felt sorry for Percival. Percival must have thought his pa never did come home because his pa didn't come up with a razor strap, and Percival wasn't extra fond of lickings, so he didn't go down. When his pa did come home and he came up, he didn't have any razor strap at all. Percival, he said, I was a boy once and I know how you feel, but you know how women are. After a long talk with your mother, we have decided you may join. Oh, Pop, and Percival grabbed his pa's hand, you're the kind of a pa a feller needs to have. Pa agreed it wus worth the argument to have a son talk like that. h ' .Our gang was strong on initiations. When Percival joined, we started out to initiate him right. We toasted him with red wine-really it was water with gelatine flavoring in it-and set out to the haunted house about a mile out of town. The haunted house was an old shack said to be inhabited by ghosts. When Perci- val joined, the gang decided they would take him out there and scare him. The cellar stairs were lighted by a musty candle we found. Slowly we descended the worn stairs When we were on the thirteenth and last step, a scream C2L'!ll8Q,'fl'01I1If,l'l9 top of the stairs. The gang stood stark still. We hadn't expected this. The candle went out. It was pitch dark. What was that? Footfalls! Slowly the footfalls descended the stairs. They were coming nearer and nearer. Suddenly they ceased. Around Perci- val's neck two clalnmy hands were stealing. Percival screamed. The clutch was re- leased. A hearty laugh echoed in the silence and a flashlight shone on ps. There stood Percival's pa laughing as hard as he could. Thought you boys were so brave, he said, and started laughing again. By the way, he added, here's a banner for your club. It read: Our Gang-We're Brave. M ARGARBT BAR NES. The Lost Vein It was in the fall of the year 1920 that Richard Langdon came to Colorado on an important mission. His history was not knosim except for the few facts that had been gleaned since his arrival. He had been u captain in the World War, Airplane Division. France and England had recognized him as an ace. He had been fighting in the Argonne and St. Mihiel. Nothing was known about his present occupation save the , v 11 .... w..:.m. 11 .. Emurv-ONE: