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

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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:

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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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x fact that he represented a New York firm which held the mining rights of the region known as Wild Rose Gulch. His purpose was to find a famous vein which had disappeared from the Gold Links Mine when nn avalimce had covered the tunnels in which it was located. -A great deal of effort had been wasted in seeking it, but all traces of it has been wiped out. So the mine had been closed as a losing proposition. When Langdon reached the property, he was met by thewatchman, a very peculiar person about whom many stories had been told. Some said that he had a treasure hidden in one of the old tunnels, but Langdon took no stock in the tale. The next morning, while hunting deer, he took refuge in an old tunnel to save him- self from a blinding snow storm. Having nothing to do, he started to explore the tunnel, which apparently was in good condition, After going about a mile, he came to n fork, one passage going to the right and the other to the left. With the same light- heartedness that had helped him so often in the war, he flipped for it, tails right, heads left- The coin fell with tails up, so with a smile he started down the right passage which apparently had been recently blasted. After going about ten feet, he heard a noise, but moving very cautiously, he pro- ceeded. Immediately a shot rang out and a wild high-pitched laugh followed as Lang- don fell. A man appeared with drawn revolver, and Langdon almost gave himself up as he recognized the watchmang but lying perfectly still, he waited. The watchman approached, and, thinking his victim beyond human aid, slipped the revolver into its holster, only to be covered by an automatic that was held by a firmer hand than his. Having bound his prisoner, Langdon started to see what it was that the old man had so zealously guarded. Before he had gone five feet, the tunnel opened into a small cavern through which ran a stream. Close at hand stood an ore car, half-filled with rock that had been taken from a vein in the wall. Picking up a lump, he saw that it was indeed like that speciman he had seen once before from the famous vein that had been the object of his search. Iletracing his steps, Langdon took his prisoner to the bunk house where the watchman told his story. Well, said the man, I took this job because I hoped that I might find the Lost Vein. At first I searched all the open tunnels. I wasted about six months doin' that but I never found anythin . Then I wasted another six months explorin' the hills, hopin' I might find some Sew, but that didn't do any good, either. I was about to 'chuck' the job when it seemed to me that maybe the stream had gold in its gravely so I started to pan it. I didn't get much but it was enough to keep me from leavin'. Later I moved up the stream until I came to where it emerged from the mountain. There was a pretty big hole, so, not havin' anything to do, I started to explore it. One day I came across traces of gold that farther along became a vein, without a break in it. It looked pretty good to me, so I sent a piece to the assaye-rs. The report came back that it was the richest ore they had seen. Then I knew that I had found the vein, and right then I began to take the ore out. But I had an awful time gettin' it out through the cavern, and I began to plan how it could be done a better way. Goin' tothe d office one day, I found the blue prints of the tunnels. Soon I saw that if I blasted about fifteen feet of rock I could reach a tunnel that was still in good repair. So I brought some dynamite and blasted a passage. Then I laid some track and started to work in earnest. Langdon sat absolutely still for a few minutes and then, I'm going to let you go under one condition, he said, and that is that you continue to work here. l'll see to it that you get a better position than you now have. Two weeks later Langdon turned in his report and received as a reward the general managership of the Gold Links Mine. JOHN HARKNESS. The Inspiration of Red The potency of that color, red. Did you ever notice it? How it is invariably as- sociated with exciting events! What else does the daring toreador in the bull fights of old Spain flaunt before the bull than a cloak of red? The red flag symbolizes anger. and there must be something which produces patriotism in that color, red, for out of fifty-nine flags in Webster's fifty-one use red in their color combinations. But to take a step nearer our story. Was it not a Red Grunge who was proclaimed the greatest . V . 1... . v 1 -. ..... . . Emln-x'--ru'u