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

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l f -M e strive t f , -2- f 'Q A ' .Z -5 'W WW' 1 fan 1? THE RED .'. AND BLACK I suppose that meant they got mar- -Kindly oblige, and please ried, ventured Prudence, adding as an make them call me Georgina. afterthought, Will you lend us the book 1? Jemima proudly answered in the affirma- tive, and the triumvirate disbanded for lunch. Late in the afternoon they met again, and after a bit of parlance decided to play Princess Adelaide . They dispersed to get the required articles. Jemima had three .strips of muslin, Prudence three pencils and pieces of paper, and Virginia had procured three small stones. The articles were divided, and they sat down, tailor-fashion, slyly peeking over each other's shoulders to see what the others were writing. Why, Virginia Lewis, l'm ashamed. What do you think Virginia wants? exclaimed Jemima heat- edly. To Prudence's inquiry with the utmost of scorn, UA Yours respectively, Jemima Georgina Cordelia Lee Stone, Box 14. Belding Road, Stoneville, N. H. The three girls folded their papers, tied them up with a stone in the muslin, and after some discussion, decided to throw their good wishes over the Stone's garden wall, provided no one was in the garden. Prudence was promptly boosted up to survey the beautiful gardens on the other side. She glanced around, and at the vine- elad summer house. No one was in sight and even the old manse looked as it all had fled. Satisfied with the results ot' the survey, she reached the ground again, and the three solemnly walked about twenty feet from the wall with slow, deliberate steps, contem- plating their t'uture actions. Hflood F a ir y, grant my Jemima vehemently declared mam.,,w,.a,Q,R:mfmmwww PE . , r 9. ,V beau! Did you ever hear of the like 'Z Theyire no good, are they, Pm? No, replied Prudence somewhat weakly. All the satisfaction that the world- ly Virginia could give was with the final ' 4 l -don 't-care. ' ' Jemima then glanced at Pru's paper, but observed no amorous inclination there, for Prudence longed for a birthday party. Turning to her own, she read from the thumb-soiled scrap of paper: 'tDear Good Fairy: Seems funny to me that with all the Stones in New Hampshire, l don't even have a cousin. wish, quoth Prudence as her missive tlew over. She stood breathlessly as Virginia 's love message tol- lowed, lt was Jemima 's turn. She-glanced at the stone, then at the wall, and with a hopeful face watched the white knot speed through the air. Their hearts beat- ing like trip-hammers, they stood silently facing the wall, and with petrified Faces watched a man gradually appear above it. lt was Mr. J ack. They dashed off in three directions, the villain following one of them-Jemima. NVl1en he caught her, way down the road, her heart melted completely, and she actu- ally smiled at him. She apologized For her Hawful actions. tContinued on page 91D Fifteen

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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.

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he Ship By Ilrrrmm Salinger I often wish to be a ship With sails that gleam in the shining sun And flap and tug as my course I run- As over the waters I slip. .- As gliding over the waters blue I feel my sharp prow cut them through, And ever astern great bubbles make To swell and burst in my churning wake. And all through the day .and all through the night The seas stretch on and out of sight. Often I dream some night to be A ship that sails on a wintry sea- A boat the whitefcaps beat about As the whistling wind puffs my top- sail out. And off in the dark the breakers sound, But in the cabin it's cozy and warm, As peering through my portholes round, I see the lightning and the storm. I