Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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1 uiuxn. The Love Affalr of a Kewple Q , H, dear, I said aloud, as I gazed at the paper on my desk, how I wish that I could think of something to write for English. Suddenly I heard a slight noise in A front of me. and looked up to see standing on the edge , of my paper, a small person-no other than my kewpie. L - VVhy -I gasped in surprise. Why, where did A you come from ? A slight gurgle, which I took to be A a laugh, answered me, and the small, elfish face gazed up into mine. ' I'll tell you something to write about, he gurgled, and grasping my long pen in his little hands, dragged it across the top of the paper, and I saw written, A Kewpiels Love. The idea seemed so ridiculous that I laughed, and said: Why, what do you know about love? But the hurt expression on his face warned me that I had offended him. Tell me about it, I added quickly. He gazed at me doubtfully. Yon won't tell anyone? he questioned. No, I answered, trying to refrain from smiling. Evidently satis- fied that I was interested, he leaned against the ink well and started his story. Of course, you remember when you got me-it was at the Church Fair. I had been in a stuffy Five and ten cent store until a little old lady came and bought me among a collection of several other things. VVe were all wrapped up in paper and put into a large bag called a 'Grab Bag' Suddenly I heard a voice near me say, 'You are- hurting me. Won't you please move?' A jar of the bag loosened the paper from around me, and I found myself near a little japanese doll, who gazed at me angrily. 'You certainly have few manners,' she murmured. and I was just about to reply, when a hand was thrust into the bag. and when I looked around. my little Japanese companion had dis- appeared. I7

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lva M. Lyons Marguerite N. Smith Gladys V. Harper Adeline Castro Marion Enos Hannah McKillop Benjamin M. Watson Sue K. Light Frank C. Bordges

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EL SUSURRO 'Oh!' I mournedg 'why didn't they take something else?' Soon the hands were thrust in oftener, but no matter how I wished it, no- body took me. 'Two bits a grabl' I heard someone shout. 'Two bits a grabl' The bag shook and jolted, until it seemed that I would surely break. A long time passed before I was finally rescued from the bag by you. You brought me home, and set me on your desk. and who should I see on your dresser but my little japanese friend. Yes, I remember, I ventured reply. Perhaps you are getting tired of my story? he asked, sitting down on a box of writing paper. No, no! I answered quickly, for I was interested. Well, he went on, I gazed at her for a long time, but she would not look at me, and I was sure that she had seen me. Finally I ventured to say, 'Good evening.' She turned her head and gazed at me loftily. 'Were you speaking to me?' she asked. I 'Yes, I said good evening, ' I answered. 'Well, you needn't have bothered,' she said coldly, and turned quickly away. All day long I gazed at her, and began to fear that some day she would be taken away or fall oil' the dresser. She never spoke to me again. One day a little child came into your room and took her down from the bureau. It made me shake to see the way he grasped her, and suddenly I heard her give a little cry, and saw her fall to the floor with a crash. Then you came and picked her up. You set her on the desk near me. I spoke to her, but she was quite broken and still. Then you took her away, and I have not seen her since, he sobbed. Well, I ventured sensibly, you ought to be glad that you aren't broken. But I'll paste her together for you, if you really want me to, I told him. Immediately his face was smiling, and he grasped my finger in his little hands. I wish you would! Oh, I wish you would, he shouted in his tiny voice. Then he grew dim before my eyes, and I, bewildered, looked quickly about. There he stood in his old place on my desk. Why in the world you put that cracked Iapanese doll on your dresser is more than I can understand, my mother said the other day. f'Oh, she'S cute, I said, ashamed to tell her of my silly action of pasting the doll togetherg but every time I look at my kewpie's pleased face, I feel that maybe it is not so silly after all. . -ALICE HILBY, '16. 'r ' q , , f, 1 LQ , - - I8