Wyandotte High School - Quiverian Yearbook (Kansas City, KS)

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gfmefz waiifffl TL 'zeaf CCHANDS UP! The command hit Elmer almost like a sock in the jaw. He almost dropped the stack of accountant's books with which he was struggling. They tottered perilously and almost crashed to the floor. Steadying himself, Elmer set them down and peeped cautiously through a hole in the rear panels. Up front he could see Westlake with his hands in the air. He could also see another man, this one clutching a gun and talking to Westlake in low com' manding tones. Says Elmer, 'Tm not so dumbg I can see this is a holdfupfl Elmer was the overworked Office Boy and Broom Pusher for Dunham jewelers Inc., and for him, at 8:30 in the morning the realization that this was a robbery was indeed an amazing deduction. A holdfupg and all the money was in the safe. Thinks Elmer, The holdfup man is out of luck, bef cause the safe is locked. Yes, the safe is locked and the safefopener doesn't appear until nine o'clock. Elmer stood and argued with himself this extraorf dinary point for some fleeting seconds. Having argued the point, Elmer came to the conclusion that Mister Heist would remain until nine o'clock. This deducf tion completed, Elmer decided to retire stealthily to the washfroom upstairs and lock himself inside. The man with the gun was busily counting the freckles on Mr. Westlake's face as a pastime. He was facing the front and, says Elmer, Now's my chance. Cautiously he crept through the door and out into the tension of the room of conflict. Hugging the wall, he proceeded toward the stairs. Halffway in his stealthy, creeping way up the stairs, Elmer became conscious that something was weighting him down. Investigating, he discovered, to his amaze' ment, that he was carrying accountant's books. Force of habit, thinks Elmer, Too late to set them down, now. After much painful laboring, he gained the top 19344935 step. Now, only a short balcony lay between him and safety. Having reached the farther end of said balcony, Elmer experienced a mad, overwhelming desire to look down on the scene below, Against his better judgment, he retraced his steps toward the railing. With his eye glued to the railing, Elmer failed to notice the upturned edge of a very tricky carpet. Ohfmifgosh, says Elmer very loudly as he pitches forward. Elmer stopped at the railing, but thirty pounds of well kept accountant's books flew in mad flight over the edge and straight at the upturned head of Mr. Heist who had turned, gun in hand, to cope with this new and unexpected antagonist. Crash!! -went the books, and Mr. Heist dropped like a cold ham, while Elmer lay and moaned in death tcrror on the balcony above. ElmerfthefGreat had made good. aemssatm-as ews 06 flee Dani I pick up the evening papers To read the news of the day, And I see in big black letters A baby was stolen away. I read on and on to the ending The saddest news that can be: The mother o'er an empty crib bending, The daddy, heartbroken is he. Then I turn to another column More cheerful things to see And read where men by the millions In bread lines have to be. My spirits now register zero So I turn to the sporting news To read of some national hero And my discouragement lose. And there I see to my pleasure Our team won the game last nightg My spirits go up without measure, I can tackle my work with new might. Come chemistry, English, and cooking My courage is riding the tide. The news of the day is depressing And so to my books I'll abide. -Altheda Berkey. 21

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Gladys Beck. Our Changing World, was their theme this year. Maribel Rogers was the president of the group dur' ing the last school term. Other officers were Marjorie Wright, vice president, Ruth Packard, secretary, and jean Barker, treasurer. Following are the chairmen of the various committees: Marguerite Phelps, program, LaVada Nestlerode, social, Alice Mae Phelps, art, Alice Wreath, service, jackie Pollock, ring, Esther Cooper, music, and Barbara Allen, finance. Thirty members were enrolled in the organization. Meetings were held during morning hours at the Y. W. C. A. building, Sixth street and State avenue. mmiwwioawiw af1z.fza.,,z.a M Y grandfather, may he rest in peace, was indeed a venerable philosopher. A man of medium height, he bore himself with such dignity that one was given the impression that he was a tall man. He dressed in a style befitting a man of his years, always immacf ulately groomed, with his shoes wellfshined, his trous' ers correctly creased, and his person neat and clean. Being independent of others, and living on a moderate income, he devoted himself to study. He believed strong' ly in the adage that it is never too late to learn. His scope of reading ranged from the daily newspapers to the Bible. His opinion always had great weight when' ever a difficult question would arise, for his long years of study caused him to adopt an unbiased attitude while he was reading. After finishing an article, he would sit for an hour perhaps, stroking his beard, meditating the topic at hand. When he reached a conclusion, it was very seldom that he had difficulty in convincing others that his was the correct view. There were two things my grandfather enjoyed more than anything else. He was especially fond of dis' cussing a problem during mealtimes. A question would be put to him by a member of the family, but for sev- eral moments the old gentleman would continue with his eating as if nothing were said. Because of this, a stranger would have been led to believe that he had not heard the question, but he soon raised his eyes to the inquirer, and between the various courses of the meal would emphasize his views with the wave of a knife or fork, or any other utensil which might be in his hand. The Hauptmann case would have been dis' 20 cussed between the soup and the roast and settled between the potatoes and the prunes. His second great love was for my baby brother, his youngest grandchild. He had sixteen grandchildren in all, four of whom he had never seen as they were in Europe. The feeling between the youngest and old' est of the family was mutual, for Eddie prized every possession given him by his grandfdad. Grandfather's residence was a good distance from our home. Since I enjoy driving fast, I would proceed to do so when driving him home. One would expect him, an elderly man, to object. On the contrary, he had often complained of riding in street cars because they were so slow. He would usually sit back in the automobile, relax, and nonchalantly smoke and observe everything as the car sped on. As a man of seventy-three, he had not resigned him' self to old age, but had retained unusual activity. I had often found it difficult to keep up with his pace when walking. He always had a bit of philosophy to apply to everyday occurrences. He had adopted a suf perior attitude, not in the sense of being above others, but with the consciousness that he was more learned than the average individual, and with a willingness to impart his knowledge to others. He was, indeed a joy to those who admire knowledge and happiness in old age. mmimeorozwim CI wood and path, The fairies gave a party, The flowers all were there. They surely were a picture With faces bright and fair The grass spread the carpet, The moss covered each chair, The stately Jackfin-the-Pulpit, He led them in a prayer. They had a grand march with prizes, And each one told his name. Then they chatted for an hour, Then played a guessing game. Refreshments they were given When the noise came to a stop. There was fresh air and moonlight Served with a sparkling dew drop. They were sad when the time came to part They liked so much to stay, But when the sunrise came again They must be growing the usual way. -Elizabeth Masters, 36. The QUIVERIAN

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K Kensington Overly of the Princeton Overlys was ' visibly disturbed. He was not accustomed to wait' ing. What was the matter with that drug store ser' vice anyway? Had it not been ten minutes since he had 'phoned for some cigars? Didn't they know who he was? Well, he'd tell that boy plenty when he did come. At this moment a door marked K. Kensington Overly, President, was opened and his secretary laid a small package on his desk. Here are your cigars, Mr. Overly, she said politely. Why didn't you send that boy in here, anyway? I wanted to tell him he couldn't trifle with an Overly. XVe're blue bloods and are not accustomed to waiting on the working class. Yes sir, meekly, but have you begun smoking, Mr. Overly? Please, Miss Larson, with the air of one accused of high treason, I am a blue blood and am not sub- jected to cravings for physical recreation and diversion. No, I have not started smoking. I wanted these cigars for my guests who call. I don't recall any appointments on the calendar, sir. Some one may drop in, and we blue bloods must be courteous, you know. Beside, the fact that I had no immediate need of the cigars gives the drug store no legitimate right or reason to delay service to a blue blood. And now, you may resume your work, Miss Larson. Yes, sir. For half an hour, the gentleman of the blue blood sat at his desk doing nothing. He often mentioned his long and hard toil, but the most exertion anyone had ever seen him put forth was in pushing patent leather around a dance floor. His doing nothing was rudely interrupted by Miss Larson. Mr, Overly, Mr. Laurence Dillon Brown, president of the Big 40 club of millionaires of New York, has invited you to attend and speak at their annual banquet. Isn't Brown the one who could make a fortune autographing Blue Books? I believe that is what it is said of him. Wire him that I will attend although I must break two appointments. Tell him I am doing this only because a trip to the city will help my health. Even we blue bloods must have some vanity, you know. Saturday came, and K. Kensington Overly drove out of Princeton, fully aware of his own importance. I say drove, because Mr. Overly always thought that it made him popular with the common people to drive his own car, probably most of them, however, would have felt safer if he employed a chauffeur. He conf sidered himself a very competent driver although it 22 Three cheers For the 'fstuffed shirts ! They don't always just live and die. Now and then they --------- but glue W' gloods Raimi Sapp would have been hard to find anyone to agree with him. Once in New York, he was amazed at the amount of traffic and the way they gave no heed to his rights. To him everyone was driving terribly, except, of course, Mr. Overly of Princeton. Soon he drove down a long, wide boulevard. When he saw his side street, he turned abruptly without signaling. fNow in Princeton, he had never bothered sticking out his arm. There wasn't enough traffic and anyway no one would prosecute the bluefblooded Mr. Overly if he did hit themj It so happens, however, that New York is not Prince' ton. When he had about half way turned the corner, the back left side of his car was hit in a no uncer- tain manner by a twofton truck. A big, bulky Irish' man emerged from the cab of his truck. Wal of all the f f f saps I ever seen in me life, 'tis the likes of you that mikes streets unsife for honest folk. After carefully measuring the man, Mr. Overly said, I assure you, I had no desire to impair the safety of honest people. That would mar the honor of the name of Overly. My man, do you know who I am? I don't care if you're Mary Pickford, I still siy it's lucky you are to do nothing but piy for this mess. Soon afterward, Mr. Overly was sitting in a garage office while the Irishman talked to the mechanic. The mechanic's little son stopped in on the way home from school. Say, Dad, he said, What are blue bloods? Mr. Overly listened very self-complacently for the reply. Blue bloods, began the mechanic, are poor 'stuffed shirts' who have nothing to do but uphold a family name. In order to do this, they do nothing at all so there will be nothing to mar its high honor. In fact, they can't do anything, no, not even earn one honest dollar. K. Kensington Overly was annoyed. What was this fellow talking about? Yet, had he ever earned a dolf lar? Couldn't say that he had. But he hastened to The .QUIVERIAN