Lovell High School - Wyovell Yearbook (Lovell, WY)

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mu nuunuul: mu nlunlnuu ulnununlnu mllllln nlnullllllllmlllllulllllll Illllll ull ulml llllllll llllllllllll Illllll llllmllm mlllllll llll llllllllll Illl mlulnln lllllu ll ulluulmlumlllll ul :mln nunmnllln THE 1927 WYOVELL helpers who have quickly gathered, you gasp, in tones of frightened dismay, Oh, my! I was never so frightened in all my life! just as I was dusting the top of that window, a great big spider crawled over my finger! Ouchl Bewildered with their shouts of glee you once more try that window-not, however, until after you have assured yourself that the spider has been removed by the dozen and one sweeps of the broom over that particular spot. You next begin on the floor. After all the muss you have created, you deem it wisest to wash it. A few careful preparations are followed by your getting down on your hands and knees to begin. By the time you get the third piece well soaked, you are almost praying for an excuse to get off your knees. Just then you hear, Oh, mother come here quick! Hurry! You scramble to your feet, forgetting your knees, and scurry out to see what has gone wrong. To your dismay, you find the sky heavily clouded and a few drops of rain already falling. Everything is dragged back into' the house, put out of the way as well as possible, books strung all over, rugs and cushions piled around. Nothing is in order, and you begin to feel as if it never will be again. At this unhappy moment, you suddenly realize that six hungry people are going to be demanding dinner in no less than fifteen minutes. You find the kitchen in as upset condition as the other rooms, but still you feel the urgent need of using it. You find plenty of bread in the cupboard-thank goodness. The daily supply of milk has been delivered, and there is a fairly good-sized piece of meat left over from Sunday dinner. The dishes are finally found, and you now feel prepared to meet the demands--if your husband doesn't forget the pound of butter, the lettuce, dress- ing, can of fruit, etc. Here he comes now!-empty handed! Isn't that just like him? Another pretense of a meal and you are once more at your work. After four hours of hard work, you find that at last things are looking orderly and clean. Almost exhausted, you sit down to reSt. There are still the bedrooms-you will do them tomorrow. The kitchen can be done Wednesday. Thursday will be a good time to go thru the attic, sorting out piled-up magazines, old clothes which have ac- cumulated, as well as rags and the junk which must be pfoperly disposed of. Probably you will be able to finish by Friday since the basement remains only. You begin to feel that it isn't quite such a hopeless job after all, when you hear your name. Your husband, surrounded by the six happy helpers, is anxiously await- ing your arrival. Everyone at once tells you to Just look! which you do. The sun has penetrated the clouds at last. There in the east is axbeautiful rainbow. As you mingle your exclamations with the others, you see in that rainbow, the vision of your house as it will look when you finish. With a feeling of perfect contentment, you remember- Spring is here. G. B.. 5 mmlulm ' T 52 V Q unlmnnl mnnnlm nunlummmllumv luullmluuu mulmu unIInIuIlnnnuInmlnnmmullnlnu mm: lu un ul I muunummu um unnunnmu unuinlunumlululllul mmnn V Q Q Q A L iiii l