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

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EL SUSURRO blushed at her cowardice. How she hated to meet him when he had always been so kind to her! At last, with sinking heart, she stood before his classroom door. Not a sound in all that High School building until-what was that? A chair scraped over the floor as someone in his room arose from the desk. She started. She was about to run in fear. But instead she opened the door and walked into the Latin room. Mr. Manchester was arranging some papers in his desk, so did not look up until Mabel stood before him. What can I do for you ? he asked in his kindly voice. Mabel did not look at him, but stood in an agony of embarrassment before him. She tried to speak, but could make no sound, as she felt his eyes boring into her very soul. And then at last, she laid the book, the translation of Cicero's Orationsf' upon the desk. Tears stood in her down-cast eyes, and she felt that she might cry. I--- I'm sorry I used it, she at last managed to stammer out. I should have known better. Mr. Manchester looked at the young girl before him, and his heart ached for her in her trouble. There she stood, wretchedly waiting for her sentence. To her it seemed hours before he spoke. And then a surprise, a gratefulness such as comes to one entered her heart, for he answered, I appreciate your confidence. The book is accepted. Let us forget what has passed, and here pledge ourselves to do our best. And Mabel gave her word. -MAUDE S. SCUDDER, '15, To My Bull Dog Q You ugly, ugly creature! You haven't one good feature, lvhile your figure seems a horrible mistake. But your disposition sweet, All requirements will meet, You should worry, otherwiseQyou're not aufait. -ROBERT MONTAGUE, '1'7. 30

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EL SUSURRO if he could possibly be thinking of her. And each said indignantly to herself, l've never, never, rzvwr clone such a thing, so there! But Mabel sat, heartsick and guilty. Her throat was dry, her body seemed no part of her, while her head swirled as conscience beat within. And then the bell rang. Mechanically she gathered her books and passed out into the hall, where the class burst into indignant protest against the accusation before them. Did you ever hear anything so mean? said Mary Sims, as she affectionately slipped her arm through Mabel's. Why, what's the matter? she added, as Mabel turned to go downstairs instead of into the English room. Oh, I've -a headache, and am going to ask Mr. Thomas to excuse me, she replied, and left Mary looking sadly after her. Again she passed into the sunshine of the perfect Spring morning, but she felt no response to the call of nature. She walked hurriedly from street to street. Oh, how could she ever, ever have all the class know her guilt! She couldn't. She just couldnit. She wouldn't tell him she was using a pony. Yet she knew she would have to. And then P-a great weight was upon her heart, a sore lump rose in her throat, tears of remorse came into her eyes as she saw herself forced to make a confession before that class. Oh! the anguish of it! All joy of existence was blotted out in that torment of soul. Noontime came. It found her blocks from her home, but she turned wearily to go there, for mother would be waiting lunch. Sore, hurt, was the heart within, as she turned in at her own gate. But the house was empty, mother had left some sandwiches and a note that she had gone for the day. The boys, true to their nature, had taken their portion of lunch and gone. Mabel glanced at the remains and went up to her room. She lay down. She buried her burning face in the pillow, but could not rest. The conflict was on. She could not tell Mr. Manchester. She could not. The afternoon passed slowly. Four o'clock came. Mabel rose wearily, stood mechanically before the mirror, and combed back her hair. She left her room, walked slowly up the hall, up the attic stairs, pulled the pony from his shelter and went downstairs. There it was -that wretched, wretched book! How she wished she had never seen it. And then? Could she ever keep up her determination to tell Mr. Manchester and take the consequences? Oh, the disgrace of it! To feel all those eyes upon the dishonest member of the class! She was a criminal. She could never forget. She had learned a lesson. Four-thirty found her entering the school house. Perhaps Mr. Manchester will be gone, she said hopefully to herself, and then 29

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EL SUSURRO Sophomore Class Q On March 20th a picnic was given by the Sophomores, each Sophomore being allowed to invite one other student of the school, at Moss Beach. The jolly crowd was chaperoned by Mrs. H. J. Carton and Mrs. Ney Otis. Our athletics have been very good this year, and it was one of our most loyal members, Lorin Lacey, who carried away the honors of being the best all-around athlete in the school. Dramatics have not escaped our interest, and plans are being made for the presentation of a sketch, School Days, to be given in the near future. The members holding offices for the year are: Ruby Luttle, Presi- dentg May Lyons, Vice-Presidentg Lorin Lacey, Secretary-Treasurer. 3l