XIII
When I Went to the Butte High School
"THERE was a time," I said to my friend Annabel Lee, "when I went to the Butte High School. I think of it now with mingled feelings."
"You were younger then," said my friend Annabel Lee.
"I was younger, and in those days I still looked upon life as something which would one day open wide and display wondrous and beautiful things for me. And meanwhile I went every day to the Butte High School. I found it a very interesting place—much more interesting than I have since found the broad world. I was sixteen and seventeen and eighteen, and things were not brilliantly colored,
