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

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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

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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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assure himself that he could. By the beard of his blue blooded ancestors, he'd show 'emi Slowly he arose from his chair, walked to a closet and found a pair of unionfalls. He took off his hat and vest and slipped the unionfalls over his immacuf late white shirt. In a few minutes, a man stood at the rear door of the garage. Let's see, now, how did you apply for a position, 'er f f uh, f f he meant a job? Should he knock on the door? At that he grew what he I will assume a broad, aggressive attitude and walk right in, he said in a determined voice. I say, my man, he began, could you accommodate a man looking for a chance to earn an honest dollar? Well, see those two cars? Wash those and use the hose and broom on the floor and I'll pay you. Never was K. Kensington Overly so surprised. Hadn't his family physician warned him of severe physical exertion. Here he must do manual labor! considered very bold. But the honor of the Overly's was in his hands, so he threw caution to the winds. At the end of two hours a very tired man reported he had finished his task. The owner paid him one dollar and fifty cents. Rather unexpectedly, the late employee asked, Just how much do you believe a blue blood could earn in a lifetime? The man thought for a while, then with finality, Not over twentyffive cents. Really, my good man, we're not that bad. In fact, we're a dollar and a quarter better, don't you know! MNQQWQQQQ 7-ire 1111 aft Tonic gaiesman ROM the gulf to the Great Lakes and from the Atlantic to the Pacific there are many highfpowered salesmen selling artlcics varying from brushes to auto- mobiles. This particular story concerns a hairftonic salesman. He is in an office in a city trying to sell his wares to an old distlnguishedflooking gentleman. The salesman is talking. Sir, I have here in my satchel some marvelous little bottles of Grofslo hairftonic. This particular article is not for completely bald men as a special preparation is need for a deadened condition of this type, how- ever, noticing a few bare spots on your head, I am willing to sell you this regular twentyffivc cent botf tle for three bottles for fifty-seven cents. But sir, I ahferfl- Oh, think nothing of it, I am willing to give you 19344935 my profit because once you have used this wonderful tonic you will be as fond of it as our millions of other users have been. But, I say, er-ah- No, no, my dcar sir, this will bring no obligation on your part. I am doing this merely because I want to give you a chance to see what a wonderful product this tonic is. Sir, I do not er-ah-that is I- You need not have any qualms, my dear sir, of the real quality, of this Grofslo tonic. If you like, sir, I will read you letters from many of our millions of contented users. But sir, I er-ah- Oh, my dear chap, doubtedlessly you are thinking that this is not the authentic product, however, I shall quiet your fears by showing you the only carton that protects any tonic's freshness and authenticity. Grofslo is sealed nineteen different ways. Sir, I have no use for your cheap, tawdry, hair tonic as I wear a wig, and, sir, even if I needed any I certainly would not buy yours if it were protected fourfhundred different ways and would grow hair on a billiard ball. -Brewster Powers, '36. The game Ol Qclwal Way back in the good old days, When high school boys were men, As to the gridiron they did wend To show their stuff In a game so rough, And then, The girls were taught to cook And sew and work arithmetic. But now it's science, art, and math, Not what to do when baby's sick Or how to cook Without a book, Oh my! But through it all our school has been A landmark in this town. Still the spirit lives and grows Though the building has burned down, And we'll still fight For the red and white Until the battle's won. -Harry Young, '35 23