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

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AL I . ,-- . rt, mmf'--H I 1 . .r-3-cj ff' EE. r- ,V - fe' 11:54 f- ,- . --Q 'si-fl: as taea 1 ,QTHE RED AND BLACK But Jemima didn't forget how he smiled at Virginia 's put ons, as she called them. so she turned loftily and retraced her steps. Aunt Polly met the young culprit, seized her by one ear, and uncompromis- ingly marched her straight up into the garret, and duly shut and locked the door. Jemima, overcome by the unexpected- ness of the affair, sat down tonrcgain her equilibrium and then turned her attention to familiar surroundings. There were the same old books and miscellaneous fur- nishings in the uncertain danger of being resurrected from t-he dust and spiders, ac' cording to Aunt Polly's whims. Jemima arose from l1e1' corner and stretched herself with the naive remark, I can stretch from here to Concord. She then walked over to the bookshelf, tllld took a mental invoice of the titles according to their values. She would read. After wavering perceptibly in her choice, she shut her eyes, thrust out her hand and grasped a thin, little book. She opened her eyes, squinted at the title, and found it to be Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Curiosity led her to examine it. She climbed up on the window-seat and settled down to glance through the book. A second later, a merry whistling was heard below on the lawn, tllld she beheld Mr. Jack trotting up the gravel path to their piazza. I know why he came. He forgot to thank me for the doughnuts. Just then an overpowering sneeze shook her anatomy and Mr. Jack looked up in time to see a sour little face draw back from view, and then he burst into laughter. Hearing this, she unlatehed the screen, swung it open, and in a twinkling poor Fourteen Julius Caesar was whirling down, with no inconsiderable force, upon a mop of curly brown hair. Jemima, noting that she had hit her mark, complacently scrambled down and obtained Princess Adelaide's Adventure. Sl1e again settled herself a11d feasted gorgeously upon romance and adventure. Noon came and Jemima was called to lunch. Aunt Polly handed her Julius Caesar, together with Mr. Jack 's compli- ments, bnt Jemima took the book indiffer- ently, and silently sat upon it. XVhen the doughnuts were passed to her, she most graciously refused them. That afternoon she voluntarily retired to the garret to finish i6P1'lHCl'SS Adelaide, and with her mental system sufficiently fed, she began to long for doughnuts. She stole down to the second floor, slid down the banister to the first and then crept past the library, where Aunt Polly was enjoying a cat-nap, and thence to the pantry. Six doughnuts, five pickles and three bananas were hastily consumed, and i11 about an hour Dr. Cyrus Hopewell was called, and some horrid brown medicine was adminis- tered. But within three days, all aches and pains Forgotten, she sat dramatically nar- rating to her two ehums the romantic adventures of Princess Adelaide , how she threw a note over the garden wall appealing to the Good Fairy, strnek the Prince on the head, was rescued. and how they then walked happily and forever down the sunny Paradise Lane to the Land of Golden Sunsets. XVhy, Jeinima Georgina Cordelia Lee Stone, that is the rettiest story l've ever P . heard, exclaimed the romantic Virginia.