Glen Cove High School - Profile Yearbook (Glen Cove, NY)

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Page Six THE RED AND GREEN eleven and it is eleven-thirty now. Thank you.” She turned her horse and galloped off, leaving Dick standing in a trance. When Dick got home all he thought of was the girl he had accidentally met in his morning ride. At Brymptonwood Muriel sat curled up in a window seat, pretending to read but dreaming of Dick. During the next week Dick entered his favorite horse in the Belmont park races. He also visited Brymptonwood several times without finding Muriel at home. July tenth was a clear breezy day and society, full-fledged, turned out to do homage to the races. Muriel, in the gay crowd, was watching every move that Dick Norton made. When he won the cup given by Mr. Morgan, Muriel excused herself to her friends and relatives and hastened over to the stables where she found Dick watching his groom, who was rubbing down Billy Sunday. “How do you do, Mr. Norton,” she began, “I wish to congratulate you on your victory. Will you ride my horse Beauty in next week’s races, providing it doesn’t conflict with your affairs?” “Gladly, Miss Hudson. In what race is your horse entered?” “Get me see! Oh yes! Race number five. The prize is a large cup given by the club. Could you call tomorrow at ten to see Beauty?” “Yes, I shall be glad to. Well, there is Dad waiting for me. Good-bye Mur------Miss Hudson,” replied Dick, offering his hand. “Dick,” said his father, “Who was that lady who was talking to you?” “Miss Norton, Dad. She asked me to ride her horse in next week’s races.” “Ha!” What did I tell you Dick? Come, get in. We must get home as 1 have an engagement.” On the ride home Dick and his father passed few remarks. Dick pictured himself winning the race with Beauty. Next morning at ten he entered the Brymptom-wood home, finding Muriel waiting for him, “Well, you are on time,” was Muriel’s first remark. “Yes, I always try to keep my engagements,” was Dick’s rejoinder. “Come, Mr. Norton, we will go to see Beauty.” Dick was silent throughout his visit except to admire Beauty, who was a beautiful brown horse about sixteen hands high. He rode her around the excercising yard, and as he was dismounting, Muriel said, “Do you think he will have a chance in the races?” “I assure you. Miss Hudson, that there will be no better horse on the track.” “I thank you so much, Mr. Norton, that I don’t know how I ever can thank you if you win the cup. Mother and I are going to the city to do some shopping, so 1 must say good-bye,” and Muriel offered her hand. Dick grasped it so hard that the diamonds cut his flesh, but when he realized what he was doing, he muttered a plain “Excuse me.” At that Muriel left him, and he mounted his horse after giving instructions to the groom concerning Beauty’s exercises and feeding. As he was riding home, he was wishing that Tuesday were there. Tuesday at last arrived clear, bright and breezy, with a crowd still larger than the former week’s races had drawn. Dick, looking stunning, rode Beauty before the grandstand where Muriel with fast beating heart and rosy cheeks, smiled down at him. He knew that he could win with that smile and face watching him. They lined up for the races and at the given signal a dozen horses or more leaped forward. On the first quarter, seeing Beauty was behind, Muriel turned pale. As it came near the end of the third quarter Beauty had gained. Dick urged her on for he knew if he should win, it would be by only a few feet. Now she was even with the leading horse. Dick could see that he was ahead about an inch and the finish was near. The next thing he saw that he had crossed the finishing line about two feet ahead of the others. The applause sounded from the throngs while the band began to play “Here The Conquering Hero Comes. Walking to the judges, Dick took the cup, proud of what he had done for Muriel. Muriel blindly rushed from the grandstand to the stables where she found Dick dismounting from Beauty’s back. When she came up to them, she slipped her arm around Beauty’s neck saying, “Thank you Mr. Norton,” and then to the horse, “Oh, Oh, Beauty, how I love you!” Dick drawing nearer whispered, “I love you. too, Muriel!” Slowly she raised her eyes to his and gently laid her hand in his open one. Their engagement was announced the follow-

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THE KEI) AND GREEN Page Five “Yes.” “What would you advise me to do ef a powah-ful hansum man should ask me to marry him? “Has you any property?” “Yes, all dat you left me and sum mo’, too.” “Well, I’ll tell you. The first man wat prepositions to you and you likes him, you go and get married; I’d advise you to marry de man wut calls at de house tomorrow night all dressed up in a dress suit.” “Yes. Spike! Spike! Spike!” Mose had awakened from his feigned trance. “No cha’ge ma’m. A woman as beautiful as you, why ah’d do anything foil you! You should walk on clouds. Your life should be one sweet dream. Oh, such eyes.” Emeline blushed, asked Mose to call sometime, and left. Needless to say Mose was there promptly the next night, in his cutaway coat, silk hat and purple spats. Emeline was glorious. They sat on the sofa together, and talked and talked. They talked of nothing, but seemed to be well pleased and so kept on conversing on the same subject. But, oh fate! the devil will always get in. The devil in this case was a thoughtless break on Mose’s part. “Do you know,” said Emeline, “Ah jus’ think it’s wondahful dat a man can he a medjum.” Oh, it ain’t hahd. All the people will bite.” “All the people will what?” His foot was in it. Emeline saw through him. What w'as he to do? Bluff through? Impossible! His mind refused to work. Before he knew it, the story of his whole life had been poured into the ears of Emeline, even his attempt as an impostor. He was down on his knees. He was pleading, begging. What! He was asking Emeline if she would marry him. Did she? Well, I guess. Never would she have another chance to have a man with such brains as his. He was accepted. “An what shall we do?” asked Emeline. “Why, dat’s easy. With the rent from youah house and the coin pulled in by the medjumly crazy people heahabouts, we will have a cumf’table livin’. You know, Emeline, der’s a fish to be hooked every day.” —Nathan C. Martin. The Double Victory' In a cool, spacious, living room sat a middle aged man reading his morning paper. A young chap, opening the door softly, walked in on tip toe, slapped the man on the back, and said, “Hello Dad! How are you and Cedarhurst.” The man jumped to his feet replying: “Dick! I am glad to see you back and proud of my only son, who has finished college. Congratulations, old top! I was sorry I couldn’t go down to see you at the exercises.” The boy, with a grin on his face, grasped his father’s hands. “Dad, I thank you; but Harvard was glad to get rid of me. Gee! but I am tired and hot.” “Well then, Dick,” continued his father, “Run along and clean up. You know where your room is, and we shall have a talk afterwards.” Dick turned and went out, leaving his father to return to his paper. An hour afterwards he returned looking more handsome than ever. “Dad, you wrote me that Brymptonwood w’as sold. Who bought it?” was his first remark. “Why? Didn’t I tell you? A wealthy broker by the name of Hudson has bought it. He has a beautiful daughter. Look out Dick that you don’t fall in love with her.” “Don’t talk nonsense, Dad. I am going on a tour of the grounds. So long!” With this response Dick rushed out of the house. The next day Dick, mounted on Billy Sunday’s back, was galloping in one of Brymptonwood’s bridle paths when he turned a corner and nearly ran over a young lady who was trying to fix her saddle. Dick stopped his horse and asked, “May I help you?” “Why yes,” returned the girl. “My saddle has become unfastened. Will you please fasten it?” Dismounting, Dick fastened the saddle and then helped the girl to remount. She gathered up her reins and smilingly said, “Thank you Mr.— Mr. -------.” “Mr. Norton,” blurted out Dick. “Mr. Norton,” she replied, “I am Muriel Hudson. Call some time. 1 must be going now as mother will be worried. I told her I should be home at

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THE RED AND GREEN Page Seven ing week at a formal dinner party where Dick’s ever repay the debt F owe to Beauty?” father sat in the corner of the drawing room, .a “What debt?” questioned Muriel. smile on his face. What he had forseen had come “The victory he helped me to win-----you.” true. “Well, if that’s the case I owe a bigger debt The following June a simple wedding cere- to Beauty and you.” mony was performed in the gardens at Brympton- “How so Muriel?” woods. When Dick and Muriel were alone on the “Because, 1 had a double victory, You and the honeymoon Dick laughingly said: “How shall I Cup.” —Gordon Wright. “Never cAgain “Aw gee! This is too good a day to be in school, Bill. What do you say we go on a hook?” “I’m thinkin’ you’re right, and besides we haven’t played hookey now for more than a month. Teacher will never get wise. We can tell her our mothers were sick. Come on, I’ve bunked my fishin’ lines down near our old boat in the pond, and Johnny Mills says the trout are bitin’ fine.” These two little criminals, planning to break the law, were no other than William J. Bangs and Arthur W. Jameson of Hicksville, New Jersey, but to their young partners in crime known as “Bill” and “Art.” Of course you can understand their motive. Spring had arrived and with it spring fever, and they, being yet loo young to lightly turn to love, took it out in that form of dissipation. So having taken this great amount of lime (one minute) to decide, they set out for the smaller pond, four miles from the village, as in the larger one which fed the smaller, they would be more likely to be discovered. They were in such a cheerful frame of mind and so fresh from a good night’s sleep that the four miles were covered almost too fast. When they reached the pond, they ripped off their coats and the stiff collars w’hich were withering from the heat. Then, having let out several yells and whoops to show they were absolutely free from worry they found the lines and boats and started to fish. After spending an hour and a half without so much as a sign of a bite they threw down their lines disgustedly and swore vengeance on Johnny Mills. It was eleven o’clock by the position of the sun when Art broke the silence: “Say, Bill, let’s go in swimming. Gosh! it’s May already and you know we’re allowed to go swimming in June. This Wti 'her is just as hot as any we have in June.” The lVQyS looked at each other, then, without saying another word they undressed and prepared to go in in nature’s bathing suit. At first they splashed the water over each other timidly, but finally Bill, being the first one to gather his courage, dived off' with a great splash. Art was just as quick, and was off before Bill came up. When both had come to the surface they looked at each other as much as to say, “Whew, the water’s colder than the air all right,” but neither of them was willing to admit it openly. And so they kept it up for about an hour, running in the water—then jumping out to chase each other among the trees. At length they took their lunches out of the boat and started looking for delicious wintergreen berries and mushrooms. But wherever grew what they thought were mushrooms and berries, also grew poison ivy that unknown to them they came in contact with hundreds of times that day. Soon they began to suffer. The mosquitoes were out in full force and by the aid of the poison ivy they had both boys scratching until their whole bodies were one large rash, which burned like fire. To soothe that they went back into the water. In about ten minutes the toad stool and poisoned berries which they had thought were mushrooms and wintergreen berries began to act. They had such pains that they were soon writhing in all sorts of contortions. With common consent they left the water and suffered an hour on the beach, where the pitiless sun beat down to help the poison ivy and mosquitoes. With great effort they dragged their bodies to shore to discover that their clothes had fallen into the water from the branch on which-they had left them. Pulling the wet garments on their burning bodies they started despondently on the four mile walk which has passed so quickly in