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STAR VALLEY HISTORICAL SOCIETY HISTORICAL BOOKS INVENTORY DETAILS 1. Overview Title: The Bugle Annual 1918 Author: Subject: Education Publisher: Publishing Date: 1918 Number of Pages: 36 ID#: 239 Location: Website 2. Evaluation Evaluator's Name(s): Kent and Polly Erickson Date of Evaluation: November 2014 Key Words: Star Valley High School Included Names: 3. Svnopsis The Bugle was the "Official Organ of the Student Body of the Star Valley High School. This edition was the annual edition for 1918. It has photos of classes, activities, and teams. It also has advertisements, editorials, literary items, school and community news. A listing shows all of the activities for the year. Hand drawn sketches and a list of mottos are presented. 4. Other 'i. j[/•f 'i ^ The Official Monthly Publication of th« Student "Body of the Star Valley Hi^h School fii.: i r .S ' li-. ,>»- * ' t'-i •ij I" I-':'. VOLUME IV ANNUAL NUMBER NO. 5 / THE STAR VALLEY HIGH SCHOOL, AFTON. WYOMING THE BUGLE , 11 e ra !*>' A iiuBtral Qlnuittptj The four years spent under the roof of the old school known as the Wenthworth Academy, had been the happiest part of Iris Newman's lire since the death of her father, and during those four years, quaint little Lelia Burns, who had come from "out west" to take advantage of the opportunities for a musical education offered by the Academy, had been her boon chum and inseparable companion. After the death of her father Iris had become the ward of his friend Dr. Warren Bently, a lonely old gentleman, whose success in his profession had won for him an ever- widening, enviable reputation and wealth untold. In the great grey mansion, surrounded with all the luxuries that money could buy. Iris was lonely. She felt that there was something missing in her life, something lacking which money did not aiford. Per haps it was this loneliness which had prompted her to study music, or was it a natural instinct that made her a kin to everything in the musical world at any rate her progress in the great musical seminary had been un- equaled, except by Lelia Burns who set the pace and held it. This had been the first tie which had drawn the two girls together. Iris seemed to recognize that Lelia, whose mischief dancing eyes and natural wit kept things merry for all those around her, had riches of which Iris with all her wealth had had only a taste, the love of kin. in other words Lelia had "folks". And now the last year in the Academy was almost com pleted, commencement week was but a short month away and the two ^Irls were to play togther in the commencement exercises In the big empty music room they were adding the flnishing touches to their musical composition which was to be original, for the approaching exercises, while through the open windows the evening air wafted in the fresh, undefinable perfume of spring time. Only those who have been graduates know the thrills mingled with joy and sorrow, with which the last weeks of school are filled and it was with one of these thrills that the last sign was drawn upon the manuscript. Iris sighed audibly, then laughed as Lelia jumped to her feet and eased her pent up emotions by dancing a queer little jig across the room, whistling and \ 4 THE BUGLE waving the precious composition wildly. She finished with a whirl and a sideways kick stopping at one of the musical instruments. "For goodness sake hurry I I simply can't wait to try it." she exclaimed, as she began removing her violin and bow from the case. Iris took her seat at the piano and soon the great room seemed alive with a breathing, swinging melody, a little uncertain at first, but growing in strength and beauty. Over and over they played It until the jingling ke -s of the janitor as he went from one door to the other, locking up for the night, awoke them to the realization that it was past dinner time. "Phone to your land-lady and tell her you are going to have dinner with me tonight" Iris said. "We ought to practice on the piece you know, and I want Uncle Warren to hear it. Please do." she added coaxingly as Lelia hesitated. "Alright" Lelia agreed. "I was going to write a letter to the folks, but that can wait. That reminds me that I haven't been to see if there's any mail, and I can feel that there is. Wait! I'll be back in a jiff. " Lelia handed her books to her friend. She raced back down the hall to the studnts mail rack and searched through the letters with ner vous hast until she found the one for which she sought, addressed in a cramped childish hand to "Miss Lelia Burns". "From Stan," she said tenderly to herself, the dear little chap." Then raising her voice she called trumphantly as she hurried back to the place where Iris was waiting for her, "I got one; a regular newspaper one too; Just feel how fat." She extended the letter toward Iris as she took her books. "You rich girl! How I envy you with all your kith and kin." Was Iris' somewhat wistful rejoiner. "Why I haven't a body in this whole wide world who belongs to me. Of course there's Uncle Warren but he isn't my uncle, really, I just call him that, and although he is as nice to me as a real father. Is that letter from your little crippled brother? she asked, changing the subject almost abruptly. "Yes" Lelia answered, "and I simply can't wait to open it." They were nearing the big gray mansion and as no one was very near, sh e tore open the envelop. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, half appolijetically as she pulled out the tightly folded missive the she gave a little exclmation of surprised delight as a kodak picture was dis closed among the folds of the letter. "A picture of the Kiadie and Bob! See." They stopped at the gate and bent over the picture. "This is Bob my big brother, who is educating himself to become an engineer." She said proudly, "and this is Stanley, Stan for short." she continued point ing to the likeness of a slim lad whose thin face and e es were shadowed with traces of pain. A tender note crept into Lelia's voice as she went on. "He is my little crippled brother. You see the defece in his leg is almost effaced in the picture by the way he is standing. Back there in the do: r is mother, smiling." Lelia handed the picture to Iris while she finished the persual of the boyish scrawl, every word breathed of the throbbing pulsating life of the farm in the s )ring time and Lelia who knew and loved that life, suddenly felt an over whelming desire to 1)6 there, and participate in the joy which the activity of farm life afforded and to see THE BUGLE 5 the dear ones who had and were sacrificing money pleasures to give her the chance to develop her musical talent. Toward the very last of the letter Lelia found the words which she had hoped to find, "and we will be there the day before commencement, mother, Bob and I, to hear you play. We are all so proud of you, and happy in your success." The last day of school was over and the afternoon of the day be fore the commencement exercises was waning. Iris Newman sat in the great library of the big grey house, picking idly on the strings of a gui tar. The afternoon sun creeping through the window touched her hair and made a halo around her face. The old Doctor seated with a magazine in one of the big easy chairs was thinking how very much like her mother she looked. He had loved her mother but when he realized that his best friend, Ralph Newman also loved the girl of his dreams, he had refused to allow a rivalry for the affections of a girl, come between their friendship, and knowing that her girlish preference was already with his friend, he had withdrawn his attentions and had buried him self in his work, and with scarcely a struggle had seen the girl won by his best friend. Through the years that followed Ralpn N«wman and Warren Bently still remained "best friends". Perhaps if he had persisted in his wooing things would have been different, but he cast that thought aside with a shrug and turned his meditation to another channel. Perhaps if his little sister had re mained true to him instead of running off and marrying that foolish country-jake. He guessed that even at that moment she was drudging on a farm, but he had warned her. The insistent call of the telephone broke through his reverie and the melodious trum-a-trum of the guitar ceased as Iris rose to answer it. A moment later she called to him from the hall, "Lelia says that her mothers and two brothers are here for commencement arid she wants me to come up to her boarding house to meet them. I hate to leave you when it's your afternoon .off too, but—" "Why not have them come up here? I'd like to meet her folks, too, and we could send the car for them." was the Doctor's surprising and almost eager response to the appeal.