Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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Uhr illigstrrinuu Shar ERFTS the chocolate, Helen. Put lots in, and there's the butterf' Edith! will you stop licking that spoon? Jeanne, tell their fortunes, toast marshmallows, or anything, came Helens wail from the chafing dish where she was making fudge. How will this stuff ever be creamy with everyone pestering me P XVell, come on,', called Jeanne, and the girls were soon Q 4 4 .1 - V cosily settled around her. She raked her clever brains for some- thing thrilling in the way of futures, which was no easy task. Every Friday night the Lambs met in the wing, and it was always Jeanne XYebster's lot to tell fortunes. Here comes Helen, announced Harriet at last. Pm glad, too, because every single time you tell me about that dreamy-eyed 111311 with the raven locks. Come, sit here, Helen, and Pinky made a snug place for the former cook. The cheery beams from the tire-place cast their soft, melting glow into the far corners 'of the room, over the riotous collection of pennants and posters, and on the jolly group of girls. Uh, some news. girls, said Pinky, between munches of fudge, T met Millie Randall again this morning with those cousins: they certainly are classy. Pm so glad shels giving that party. The oldest Jack-l' XVhat on earth! Look out for your head, Jeanne! VVell where do you suppose-a man's shoe Y Eight heads popped out of the window instantaneously. No 111311, not a thing stirred, only the big moon overhead, which seemed to be laughing at them. The heads were slowly withdrawn, and Pinky picked up the offending shoe to throw it into the fire, when her eyes spied a note tucked into it. Girls, read this ly' she cried. To whom it may concern: f'The owner of this shoe wishes to escort the one who can identify it to Millie Randa1l's party next Fridayf, VVell, Pinky, you're the lucky one. You found it, and I suppose you claim the honor. came from the girls. 'But I can't see how I can ever find him. breathed the now excited Pinky. It's an ordinary shoe, and it looks big enough for Mr. Hanks at the post office. There goes the bell now, and we haven't even started for bed. The others finally managed to tear themselves away from the interesting romance, and left Pinky and Jeanne to their room. The next morning the Lambs were buzzing with excitement. Pinky even ventured to go among the other girls, and ask if they ever saw a shoe like the one she had, but no one offered any information. Everyone wanted to know why she was carrying that old shoe around. But she would not enlighten them, only to declare that she must find the owner. PAGE TWENTY- FOUR