Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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of 1. Sunset-Timegby Harold Whitaker 2. The High ,lump-by Ralph Williams 3. Caught in the Act-by Don Bell

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1 I' ' ' 1 LAWNXMU ER A DI Dad had only mentioned, that fatal morning at breakfast, that it was time to plant the dahlias and that the grass was growing very well in the front yard, BY when mother exploded the bombshell JOHN THOMAS -a remark which I thought very un- ENGLISH Va necessary at the time. Oh yes, she said, the grass is growing very well since we put those 'Please' signs up in the front yard, almost too well, and, John, if you have nothing in particular in mind for this morning, I thought- She needn't have gone any farther for I knew ex- actly the little scheme that all too quickly was forming in her mind. So I hastily replied, 6'Oh-er-oh yes! I do have something planned, though. You see, ,lim and I are- are going on a-a hike, pretty soon now, in fact, right away! I had hastily folded my napkin and had found that the nearest exit was the back door. I rose, swal- lowed a large piece of toast with tearful results, and said, with all the sincerity I could muster, I think I hear Jim calling for me now!7' This, of course, was not true as Jim had never been known to be the type that called for anyone. He had the most courteous habit of knocking-an act I could never quite perfect. HI think Iill go. 'flust a moment!', said my father, looking all of his six feet two inches he was in his stocking feet. You'll listen to your mother before you go parading down the street to ,lim's. Whatever she wants done, you do it, and listen to what she has to say. As if I could do anything else, I thought to myself with quite a noticeable sigh of defeat. Feeling, all in all, like a caged bird, I slowly raised my apparently heavy eyelids toward by mother's face which in every way looked the defiance I felt. I heard her remark fin what she imagined to be her most pleasant wayl, Go work off some of your vim and vigor, dear, and resist the call of the wild for the lawn mower this morning? Down the back walk I went-my destination, the garage and the lawn mower. I believe at the time, I'm sorry to say, that I even tried to kick Mrs. Collins' pet cat, Marlene, as she sunned herself on the cement in front of me. I would have succeeded, too, had not Mrs. Collins, fearing the worst, called her little darling home. Lucky cat! One last glimmer of hope sailed through my brain. Perhaps the lawn mower was lost. Maybe I had left it out in the Browns' back yard last fall and had never gone after it. If that were so, then of course neither I, nor any one else, could mow the lawn for at least a week or so. However, if I had had any such thoughts of losing our lawn mower they were immediately drowned by the opening of the garage door and the finding of not only our lawn mower, alone, but that of the Browns' also, sitting peacefully side by side in the corner, seemingly to gloat at me in the most mocking manner as if to say, 'gI'Iave you ever been fooled?', Taking a deep breath, closing my eyes, using my best will power, I grasped the thing by the neck, pulled it forward and out of the door, and began to cut the quiet, unsuspecting poor little blades of grass, beginning, as it was, a new summer. IMPHESSING THE FAMILY I had just purchased a new hat. How proud I was of my new possession! Immediately upon its arrival, I took it to my room to try it on. It looked very beautiful, I thought, with its attractive streamer down the back. Oh, how wonderful to possess a new hat! With a very broad grin I tried it on. My, but it was becoming! It added such a grown-up air to my ap- pearance. Wasnit it funny what a mere hat could do? With my head held high, I paraded with much dignity down stairs where the rest of the family had gathered. I felt that they couldn't help but be im- pressed. Glancing up from the book he was reading, my brother, Paul, exclaimed, Huh, whereid you get that? What is it, a hat? This drew the attention of the other members of the family, who hastened to express their opinions concerning my new head gear. 'f0f course it's a hat, the very latest Paris creation!', I sputtered. 4'What does it look like? That is where I made my mistake. It was just like touching a match to a haystack. That's what I'd like to know, remarked Virginia. 4'What does it look like?,' I glared at her. This only seemed to delight the family circle more. 'cDon't you thee, Thinneyf, lisped Ruth Ellen, uthe's mathquerading ath a baby for Halloween. Thee the ribbonth down her back. Why, Ruthie, anyone can see that isn't a Hallo- ween costume, broke in big brother Robert. I began to think I had found a friend among this band of art- less children, but not for long. uAnyone with any sense, he continued, could see that she was wearing it to scare the rats and mice awayf, Well, if it scares them as much as it does me, we'll soon be rid of them, remarked John. I thought at first she was Dracula's daughterf' Dracula,s daughter, hali' exclaimed Elizabeth. 'LShe looks more like the bride of Frankenstein? By this time I was furious. I turned around and rushed back to my room. Again I looked at myself in the mirror. My, but that old hat looked terrible! Why had I let those heartless people spoil my new purchase for me? BY MARGARET MILLER ENGLISH Ia 19

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