Milwaukie High School - Maroon Yearbook (Milwaukie, OR)

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Every eye found its mark in Wilhelmina. The child colored, then laughed delightedly and burst out in her eager speech, Well, you see I'n Pompey thot it over about Sam's auto you know and so when we saw part of a newspaper with this notice in it we thot it was a good thing. So I paid back everything Uncle owed. Didn't know that, did you, Uncle? She giggled. And that didn't make me enough credits to take first prize so umh-w ,lli'we just borrowed some things from other people and then paid these peoglgglnack with things we bor- rowed from some more people. It was like this: 'Uncle owed Mrs. Duncan a ball of twine so I borrowed one from Mrs. Buzon.fThat's why I was so particu lar about the size, Mrs. Buzon. It had to be just like the one Mrs. Duncan lent us. Then I paid Mrs. Buzon back with one I got from Mrs. Hollavvay. Sorry but Mrs. Hollaway didn't have just the same size I borrowed, Mrs. Buzon. And paid Mrs. Hollaway back with Mrs. Dale's. You see we only owed one ball of twine same as ever, but I had three credits on my Pay Back What Youlve Borrowed list. We borrowed everything Uncle ever owed three times like that- all except Mrs. Fremont's sugar and when I stopped to go to lunch you lassoed me. lim going to walk to Dalton .tomorrow-it's only six miles-and turn in my list. That's where the contest's frurining you know. And if I've the most names in I'll get ten dollars to use for Sairrls auto. ' There was a relieved gasp followed by a horrified, painful silence. Finally Mr. Higginsby, interested, well-to-do, little old fellow that he was, piped up, Who'll give another ten on this ?l' Just a moment. One at a time pleasef' Mr. Higginsby was fussily flurried. Out came his notebook and pencil. Down went the names. 'fOne baker's dozen, he announced. That's one-thirty.. How much have you collected so far in addition to thii Mrs. Fisfrp ? , Very well. That makest- I ftwenty. I beg privilege of making it three-twenty. ' And I, spoke up- Mr.' Bde rdythickly, 'twill make it four hundred. There was a heavy pause, during which Wilhelniina took his hand in her own. At last old 'Mrs. Fremogtl separated herself from the group, old Mrs. Fre- ftnont, who prided herself ubonaalways speaking her mind. The words rattled nnfher parchedgthroat: 'Q I - I congratulate you upon your change of heart, Mr. Beardey, said she. Out came her skinny claw. A ' As Mr. Beardey took it gingerly, Mr. Higginsby shouted, I'll make it five hundred and we'll go to Dalton .andget that Ford. And it'll be one like Mrs. Fiskjnlsf' Wilhelmina decided for the second time. An hour later Mr. Birdick was sitting before the fire in his dressing gown. He rose to answer a ring at the. door, a long yellow envelope was thrust into his hand. He ripped it open nervously. It read: Come to Dalton immediatelyf' He dressed hurriedly, and bolted on the car a few minutes later. At Dalton there was a crowd waiting- a strangely familiar crowd thought the bewildered old man. Eager hands hustled him down the street andiinto a waiting Ford. Its glossy black coat reflected the brilliant street lights. As the door slammed shut an envelope dropped to the floor. For the second time that evening he tore open a mysterious envelope and by the yellow light streaming thru the window he made out these words written in a round irregular hand: We folks think it's so splendid of you to carry mail so long in all kinds of climates and we're so sorry you've been sick. So we're giving you this auto to use. P. S. I wanted to get S10 by the Pay Back What You've Borrowed Con- test, but Uncle said I didn't do it right to be in the contest so I couldnit. But you've the car anyway and itls just the kind I wanted so I don't mind. This P. S. is just from me, Wilhelmina. Below were the names of his neighbors, Wilhelmina's heading the list. He felt Pompey's cold nose on his neck and the strong hand of his friend, Jim Beardey. But best of all was to hear Wilhelmina's delighted giggle from the seat behind. 16 -Charlotte Nash.

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examination-horrors! Cut in the handle was the name H. M. Smithers. Now Mr. Dalweg knew the gentleman mentioned. He also knew that fat kid who left the lawnmower to be Mr. Beardy's grand niece. He considered therefore, that, under the circumstances, it was reasonablylcertain that J. M. Smithers stil! believed himself to be possessor of a lawnmower. Mrs. Monroe's broom was returned. Shel was surprised, however, to dis- cover that it was much newer than the one she had lent. While Wilhelmina was stirring each individual of the village, Mrs. Fiskin was trying to change her vision of the proposed !car to a reality. But she was not having the success that Wilhelmina enjoyed. In fact, Mrs. Fiskin was positive that Mr. Beardy's quarrel with lVIr. Birdick! was responsible for the lack of interest shown in her plan. She felt that it was time someone looked the thing in the face. So she took her courage in both hands and stopped to interview the trouble maker. ! Oh, Mister Beardy, she cooed, 'Tm sui'e that you, like the other influ-1 ential men, have been only awaiting an opportunity to place your name below the names of those who have been so eager to contribute to Mr. Birdick's carf' Mr. Beardey's face set obstinately. Mrs. l?!iskin's resolve took to itself some- thing of the same quality. HReally, Mr. Beardy, you've no idea of the benefit such a car as we plan to get will be to the faithful old man who has carried the mail to our doors summer and winter for twelve long years. The size of Mr. Beardey's jaw increased visibly. Sorry. l've work waiting. You must excuse me. 3 Mrs. Fiskin was alone. She hurried up the road and swooped down upon the surprised Mrs. Stafford to whom she toldithe whole affair. lVIrs. Stafford, soul of sympathy tho she was, could think of no way to Bring Mr. Beardy 'round. 5 I've been having trouble myselff' she remarked, You know the little Beardey girl. She just borrowed my broom., Now l want to sweep, but you know how that man is about returning things. lsn't it queer that Mrs. Munroe was jus1i exclaiming to me when I stopped with the petition that he-or rather the little girl had borrowed and returned a broom today. And the strange part was that the broom she returned was a different one altogether from the one she borrowed. It was almost new.'l Almost new, echoed the bewildered Mrs. Stafford. Why, so was mine. Mrs. Fiskin rose decisively. Weill call Mrs. Munroe on the phone, said she, and get to the bottom of this. A In the meantime Mr. Beardey was throwing at Sam Birdick's head words best expressing his hate-hate such as but fewiknow in all their three score years and ten. The old mail carrier, weak as he was from his long illness, was too dull to respond. As he rose to go, Beardy turned his glinting eyes full upon the shaken face of his one time friend, and barkedf, Auto, Automobile! Not. -just wait. If you dare accept it. Well then try'it. If you dare. Charity patjenx, charity patient, char- he choked and flung himself out the door. A brisk breeze cooled his near to boiling over pot of wrath. At the corner two generous yellow pigtails flew in his face. ! Wilhelmina was passing by. VVhat ho, my hearty! Where away so fast? And he took the pigtails in his rough hand. Like two chums they went thru the gate. Inside, Mr. Beardey stopped short and stared, for at the steps was a crowd of people. His neighbors! What was mord and worse their several pairs oi hands or arms were occupied in holding something, each pair a different thing- a basket of eggs, a broom, a lawnmower, or slomething else as the case might be. Mrs. Fiskin, influential woman of the community, stepped forward. ML Beardey, we have called this evening to induire about the matter which your niece has been taking up. We have found-but as she is here perhaps it would be more satisfactory if she were to speak for herself. 15 !

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Qunt 1H1IarIing'5i Qetret Far away from the busy city lies a little southern town called Aloha. It is a dreamy, sunny place filled with odd, old homes around which are beautiful lawns and old-fashioned flower gardens. On one of the widest streets, in a home more secluded yet more 'pretentious than thel rest, lived a quaint maiden lady. For many years Miss Marling had lived all alone in this cottage which had come to be known as Lawndale Cottage. ' Her quiet little home was the rendezvous for many of the young girls of Aloha. These girls loved Miss Marling and although she was not related to any of them, they addressed her by the affectionate term of Aunty. She never showed any partiality toward her girl friendslalthough Ellen Stewart, the niece of Dr. Stewart, a prominent surgeon in Chicago, had always been her favorite. Miss Marling loved the wonderful personality which made Ellen so popular among the girls. It was she who shared the plans and secrets of her schoolmates and whenever there was a lark or a task, it was she who was the leader. It was a great pleasure for the girls to stopl at Lawndale Cottage on their Way from school and enjoy'either- a game of crocfuet or tennis on Aunty Marling's beautiful lawn. After several exciting games Miss Marling generally served ice-cold lemonade and oftentimes she told the girls romantic stories, which always appeal to the hearts of young girls. At such: times a passer-by was able to dis- tinguish Miss Marling from her girl friends only by the 'lavender dresses which she always wore. ng ' One particular afternoon after the girls had just finished an exciting game of tennis their hostess asked them to come into the. vine-covered arbor at the side of the house for .a cold drink. U ' Af On their way there, Alice Blohm, a very romafntic girl who delighted in read- ing love stories, said, HI wonder if Aunty has another story to tell us. Don't you enjoy her stories? ,She certainly understands h to tell love stories. Isn't it queerf' replied Myrtle Graham, a tgfll rather unsentimental girl, that Aunty always tells romantic stpries for I1don't think she ever had a romance. By this time the girls were entering the arbor' and the discussion was forgot- ten almost immediately. While the girls' wene settling down for their drink of lemonade Virginia Patterson, a young girl full of life and fun asked, Aunty, won't you tell us a thrillingromance? Thaqsithe kind I like. The story wasn't4a romance, but a story of an uncle and niece. It was a change but when Aunty Marling finished the girls declared it was great. Ellen was very enthusiastic over this story and burst out: That uncle in the story was a dear but he can't compare with 'my Uncle Robert, I'm sure you will envy me when you meet him, and just thinkl He js coming to spend a week with us. I can hardly wait until he comes, but we don't expect him before next Wednesday. I know you girls will like him.f' While Ellen was telling the girls about hjer uncle, Aunty Marling nervously poured another glass of lemonade which wasi not needed. The sun was going down behind the hilljs before the girls realized the time of day. Within a few minutes they were ready to leave Aunty Marlingls and declared that they had had a lovely afternoonl On the following day as the girls entered ithe yard they called to Aunty Mar- ling and when she didn't answer they ran tol the door expecting to see herg but instead they were met by a nurse who told the that Aunty had fallen and broken her hip. This was terrible news for the girls Every day they went to Aunty's hoping they would be allowed to see her, but every iiay they were disappointed. One morning the nurse told them that spinal trouble had been caused from the fall and Miss Marling could not live. 17 r