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

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T cam wo rk Teamwork on the tele- phone means courteous, alert co-operation just as teamwork in school or any- where, whether in work or in play. Three persons form this telephone team -C13 the person calling, C25 the op- erator and C32 the person called. When all are sure of the number desired, speak distinctly and re- spond with alacrity, better service results. The vast complication of electrified machinery is, of course, the first requisite of telephone service, but, second to this equipment, is intelligent co-0peration-- teamwork-of those at both ends of the telephone line and at the middle. We appreciate and thank you for lending such co-op- eration. Ka ns as Ci ty Telephone Co.

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that he had bought the falls and the land surrounding them, and intended to build a house there for himself and his wife, Evelyn. In six months the house was completed, and such a house! lt was far finer than the Squire's. There was a summer house, built in one romantic glade, and negro servants, and a whole stableful of fine horses. Dalton was more than ever convinced that he was in league with Satan. This convic- tion was greatly strengthened by another incident which took place shortly afterwards- Old Daniel Briggs, the grave-digger, happened one afternoon to behold John fishing -not with the stick, string, pin, and worm used by all the fishermen of Dalton, but with a flexible kind of rod, a string that grew longer or shorter as the fisherman willed, and bright-colored insects,-clearly all inventions of the devil! Old Briggs, possessed of a vivid imagination, painted the story with horrible details, which caused all of Dal- ton to avoid the Squire and John. , Strange looking men and women were continually visiting John and Evelyn, and they themselves often went away for a month or so at a time. Gradually the village ceased to marvel at themg they no longer furnished an interesting subject for gossip. But one morning, seven years to a day after John's return, one of the strange gentle- men drove up to the house in a great rush. John climbed into the carriage with the gentleman of Satanic appearance, the coachman cracked his whip, and driving at a tre- mendous rate of speed, they disappeared in the wild and lonesome region beyond the falls. John Green was never seen nor heard of again. Therefore, say the villagers, it is clear that the devil carried him off to his fiery abode. And so, from that day to this, John Green's property has been known as the Devil's Hopyard. -Manton Momus. Reminiscences of Poe It was a terrible night: the elements were fighting a flickering and boisterous bat- tleg the rain poured down in sheetsg and the lightning intermittently made the world as lightas day. The thunder roared and rumbled as if great barrels were being tossed about the sky by huge giants. Into this great chaos of the elements I had stepped earlier that eventful evening. The storm had arisen wholly without waming, and I had decided that I must find shelter for the night. g Suddenly a blinding flash of fire brought into high relief an old and disreputable house, which I could see had once been an imposing mansion. Now, however, it was apparently nothing more than a great, rat infested shack: but to me it was DOW a shelter. Several flashes of lightning showed me the location of the house. I approached it with all speed. Finally I gained the rickety orch and tried the door. It was locked. A sudden chill came over my soaked body: anfl: for a moment, I was stunned by this un- expected incident. As the wind in fury lashed my face, I realized that I must find shelter: so summoned all my courage and knocked loudly at the door. Instantly I fancied I heard scurrying feet and the slamming of some distant door. I waited. Nothing happened. I knocked again, louder, this time. Then the door began to open slowly. As the crack grew wider and wider, I percieved a strang, bluish light, that came from some unknown source. The door, rto my amazement, seemed to open of its own accord and not by any human agency. I started back, at this sight, with an exclamation of horror and astonishment. That dim, bluish light filled the room from floor to ceiling. Sitting directly oppo- site me, in a chair against the wall, was a stark, grim-looking skeleton. On either side of it was a closed door. In the center of the room was a small, oblong table on which there stood alcoffin-shaped box. Within the box there was-at that moment the li ht went out leaving me in total darkness. Almost instantly I felt the floor give way uniler my feet, and I felt myself sliding down a smooth, wide chute. Down, down I shot. On and on extended the slide. Would I ever reach the end? Just at that moment I came to a standstill upon some soft object, apparently a thick Emllrv-nvl

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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