Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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HYAK 17 Soliloquy of a Piece of Ice “Well, here I am in a refrigerator, and what’s more, in an old- fashioned refrigerator without any means of ventilation. Ah, me! How I do miss the cold air and the bitter wind! Why, it seems years instead of two days since I was on the river with my com- panions. Goodness! What is that strong odor? Pish, I wish you would ask Cook to remove you as far away from me as possible. Ouch ! That maid should be sent away. She has positively no con- sideration for the feelings of others. The idea ! To set a dish right upon me! Doesn’t she know that that will make a dent in me? Oh, she has forgotten to put the lid down! Now I can see a little of the world outside. I wonder if that dish of strawberries is — Bang!! I thought that cook would soon see that the lid was open. Custard, are you going to be served at dinner? Ah, how lucky you are to be able to sit upon the table, where you can see and hear so much! I do love to be with people and to hear gossip! I don’t suppose I shall get out of here until I melt and am put out for the chickens to drink. At least, I presume that’s what will happen to me. It is what has happened to all other pieces of ice that have melted since I have been in here. Just look! See how small I am growing! Dill pickles, I’m not any larger than you, am I? Oh, well, it doesn’t matter! Say, did you ever see anyone greener than that apple over there? She actually asked me a little while ago if I was cold! I wonder what that commotion is! It must be that noisy dish-pan falling down again! This place is the most disturbing to one’s thoughts of any place I was ever in! Dear! I’m so nervous! I don’t seem to be able to control myself. Oh! I’m falling! I’m about to run down the pipe! Good-bye — pickle, apple, fish, custard! No! Don’t try to save me! You might lose your balance! Splash!” and with that, the tiny piece of ice fell mournfully into the pan of ice water. L. GASSERT, ’14.