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

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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.

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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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