Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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-----nI.-,T,- - ,--gum 'L-1 r- 9,4 , I, h ' Rx--.. rl , ' -K.-. .X V, 540, r ' A A f g , , egtgifzktgiff . as--:rv AA A' 1A' fl Y .ffir-vg 'M'af-1 THE RED' .'. AND .'. B.L.A'CK. JUST FOLKS By Agnes Dunaway URLED up in a big arm chair by the glowing tire, with the Literary Cat . blinking in her lap, sat the social arbiter of the house of Exeter. The Lit- erary Cat was so called because he elected to jump into her lap upon those nightly occasions, when household tasks were im- minent, and the social arbiter, otherwise known as Theodora,'madc a feint of study- ing her lessons. The social arbiter 's hair was rumpled as if hasty, impatient fingers had been thrust through it more often, perhaps, than necessary and her cheeks were somewhat flushed. She was speaking in a wailing tone to the Literary Cat, which blinked under- standingly, and put a tentative paw upon her pretty pongee blouse, either through sympathy or with a purely feline interest in the dangling ends of the jaunty black bow at thc social arbiter's throat. Don't you think, you dear old Liter- ary Cat, that when Stephen's beautiful Anne is coming we might have things fixed up a little? Especially when Rosewood is such a dnmpy old place, and the Friendly House is so hopelessly old-fash- ioned, and Anne Van Cortland is coming from the city and she's used to every- thing niee. I know Stephen would want us to make things nice for the girl he's going to marry. I want to get out that darling old china of mother 's, and polish up the silver-real silver, too, not the plated kind we use every day-and put flowers in the house--big, purple asters. There are a whole lot in the garden now, But Mumsie and Dad-I do hate to say it, but they are so dreadfully old-fash- ioned-say that if Anne is the kind of girl Stephen 's wife ought. to be, she'll like us better plain. And Stephen would want us to fix up for her-I know he would. Those old pictures, too! She won't be interested in them. There 's that one on an easel of Stephen when he was five years old and dressed i11 kilts-anybody that is anybody would bury such an atroc- ity in the attic! And they say that the Van Cortlands are awfully snobbish. l do wish Mumsic would take it down and put up a Corot landscape, or 'The An- gelus' 01' something like that. lilll sure Anne would appreciate that. And Dad will be sure to want me to play, and that old piano needs tun- Oh, Sis! Hasty steps came pound- ing up the stairs, and the next instant a saucy face peeked around the door of the girl 's room. Oh, I say, dearest twinnie, have you- Ted! expostulated the girl, as she jumped up from her chair, thereby dump- ing thc Literary Cat uncereinoniously out of her lap. Ted, you know how I hate that. VVhy don 't you call me by name? A look of mock seriousness came over Ted 's laughing face. Most certainly, fair Theodora.. Any- thing to oblige. should find thee have journeyed pantry, to be Being convinced that I in this, thy sanctum, I hither from afar-the exact-to consult thy learned higliuess as to the proper way to translate a certain passage from the Com- mentaries on the Gallic VVars as written Nine

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