White Pine County High School - Coyote Yearbook (Ely, NV)

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18 llfflzin' Pim' County lliglz School Sveniur Qlllass rupberp ISDNA IXIAYER One clear spring day out in the big open sage brush country as I was walking along, deep in thought, I met an Old Indian squaw. She was sitting on the ground gazing into a crystal ball. I stood watching her for some moments and finally she raised her head. Noticing my interest in the proceeding, she said, Ah you thinkin about school mates? You want know what they doin. Come, you look in crystal. You seef' I was indeed thinking of the class of ,I7 and I eagerly began gazing into the crystal. It was a clear warm day. The sky was a deep blue and the wind hardly stirred. Soon I lost all sense of my surroundings. Once more I saw the familiar assembly and the familiar faces in it. Now I see all the seats where once the Seniors of ,I7 sat and studied but now the seats are filled by another class. lVIy thoughts turned to our Senior president, hlargaret Dantzler, and soon her sweet face appears. Ah! Who could forget that face, those big southern eyes, the curls playing around that lovable face. I see her as I knew her that year of ,I7 and that old rhyme comes naturally to me.- To know her is to love her, And love but her forever, For nature made her what she is And cannot sic anitherf' The picture is slowly changing. Wliere are those bewitching, curls that pretty bow? Although her hair is gray now, the soft curls still cling around her face. What room is she in? No, it is not her Unclels kitchen and she isnlt washing dishes for four, but for two. Ah, I didn't notice before-MBut Hush, the gray headed man who is wiping dishes for her is coming toward her. But the picture is fading. It is gone and another takes its place. VVhat a change! '4Art thou a man? Thy form crys out that thou art. Yes, it is the tall shapely form of our brightest Senior, of our star basket ball player, our lX'Iajor Kilpepper, our chief dish breaker. Yes, it is he, it is Paul Doughty. But where do I see him? He is at a desk, deeply engrossed in writing. A boy comes in and hands him a letter. He reads it and a broad smile of satisfaction comes over his handsome features. Can it be from a woman? No never! It cannot be. Ah, I understand. Paul is the head credit man for Klontgomery Ward SL Company in Portland, Oregon. The picture is leaving and a feminine form takes its place. It must be, but no,- it is Lillis Ivins. I-Iow well do I remember her as Nia, in A College Townfl However, she is not ma to college students now, but to kindergarten pupils CFD Lillis that once brilliant Spanish student and beaming star of our Senior class, the girl who worked over and solved Chemistry problems is now teaching the little tots that 2 and 2 make 4. VVhat is Wrong? She seems to be leaving the school forever. I can see her going on a farm. But where is the house? Uh, there it is. But wait! It is a barn. I remember now of her having told me once that she was going to live on a farm and that the farm had a .barn on it. Sl1e is fulfilling her plans. Is she alone? I don't see any one else. There they are, waiting for her at the barn. Don't be mistaken. Lillis is a capable farm Woman and is raising chickens.

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Whifr Pim' County High School I7 Senior lass Jlaisturp l.!1.1.1s IVINS The graduating class of 1017 consists of seven only and of that number no two have spent their four high school years together, they have come from seven different schools and from six diff rent states yet as a senior class they are the most united and progressive of all the classes that have been graduated from White Pine County High School. They have given some of the best entertainments given by any of the classes. The Basket Socialgiven bythe Szniors in the early part of the year was a complete success,by which the Senior treasury was supplied with means necessary for tl1e Hop given Klarch 9. This dance was the most elaborate and best arranged party given this year. The hall was beautifully decorated in Wfisteria and Gold the Senior colors. A four pieced orchestra was hired a11d free ice cream was served. livery one present enjoyed themselves immensely and many were heard to say. That's the best party I have ,ever been to in the I-figh School. NYasn't the music good and the floor dandy? That's the first time I ever got anything good for nothingf' and many other complimentary remarks for the seniors. The IQI7 class have furnished some of their number for everything undertaken in the school. Four of their number took leading parts in A College Town. There are some of them in both the Bc-ys and Girls Basketball teams and besides they are prominent as good students and hard workers. But above all they have with the aid of the other classes, the faculty, and principal compiled and prepared for sale the first XYhite Pine High School year book The Coyote. This was indeed a great undertaking for nothing of tl1e kind had ever been undertaken before. the school was small and there was very little encouragement, yet the Seniors and the principal supervised, managed, and completed The Coyotef, which will stand as a monument in their honor as long as there is a White Pine High School. The exercises planned for commencement are certain to be successful and the Seniors when they bid farewell to good old VVhite.Pine and enter new fields after being graduated will never be forgotten by the future students of the school, nor shall they ever forget the school from which they graduated. Scattered though they may be, Separated by land or sea, Though there be miles between These seven will always be The upward striving,', class of 1917.

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llfijlliff Pinf' Couniy High Sdzool I9 Xliill Brand! Wherever you find the girls you find Willf, That was in high school. But now Will is a worthy business man. I-Ie has reached his goal at last in the head of the Engineering Department of a big mining firm in Alaska. I thought once that I would find him with Paul, but nevertheless both are success- ful business men, and who knows? This world isn't so big after all and probably they will meet again. How quickly the picture changes. Instead of Will and his busy ofiiee, I see a quiet little parlor. I know it isnit the same one lfthel Berryman used to sit in with -Ioe. No, this is another parlor. And Iithel is playing the piano. It seems as though I can hear her as of old playing A Perfect Day. She doesn't turn the music herself. A gray curly headed man is turning it for her. It seems as if 1 have seen him some place before. Yes, it is Ioe and I can see him put his arm lovingly around her-Oh! why does the picture leave me so suddeulyl But then possibly the rest doesn't concern men. The next picture came slower. I wonder whether or not it will come? Yes, it is here, but I hardly recognized her. I remember away back in the 1917 Annual, something like this about her. I will omit no chance. She is wearing glasses and that is why I didn't know her. She once told me she meant to become a school teacher, and Oh, that girl surely stuck to her plans She is teaching a whole room full of students. They look like Freshmen, but I can't tell exactly. I can't quite make out what she is teaching them, but I think it is linglish. How I pity the poor students if it is Burke's Speech. Can it be that lfthel is leaving me now too? Yes, it is true, the last one has gone and I am alone with the Indian. Want me to tell you bout you self few years from now? I eagerly nodded in the affirmative and taking the globe, she began gazing at it. I see you on a farm, maybe in California. You take feed to chicks. You pretty busy woman, some day you goin' be rich. Xo? Xou got lots oranges on farm. You eat 'em all time. Before she finished telling me all, an old Indian came along. The Squaw took up her crystal ball and the two walked off together leaving me alone to meditate.