Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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THE PHILLIPIAN 19 vain. Hadn't she waited tive long, lonely years for this? But who would have sup- posed that he could be so-well, so ardent, when he scarcely seemed to notice her. trick? Ah-it What had turned the must be -. Surreptitiously from the hid- den depths of a dark corner of her dresser drawer she brought forth a shiny enameled object. A vanity case! fAh, Aunt Agat-ha, are you catching on to the wiles of the little feather-brained Hints? I am surprised at youlj 'A This must be it! she exclaimed ex- citedly, for yesterday :when I met him in the hall he positively stared at me. Whereupon, after she had peered -cau- tiously about her three-room .apartment, the spare hand of Miss Agatha was raised 'to her high cheek-bones, where, with a dainty puff, it uncertainly applied a ver- million splash of color to either cheek. 'A My, it certainly does make a differ- ence, she addressed her rellexion. Do you-do you suppose he would like my hair bobbed? CAnd if you could have known Aunt Agatha you would realize how smitten she was to fall to this.j A' But what-what shall I say in reply to his note? Thereupon she sat down at her desk, crushed down the pride that for tive long years had held her in its grip, and, after much thought and more destroying of paper, finally penned the four words, The feeling is mutual. Stealthily, looking this way and that, she crept out into the hall and slipped the note under the door oppo- site. Then she tip-toed back and softly closed her door on the inside, where she stood panting as though she had run up six flights of stairs. When Thomas Brewster returned to his apartment after a delicious but solitary 'dinner he was surprised to find a note tucked under his door. His astonishment grew when he read the short unsigned message. U Now what under the canopy does it mean, and who put it under my door? he asked himself, thoroughly puz- zled. What feeling is mutual? I am sure that I haven't been telling my feelings to anyone-not but what I'd like to tell a certain lady something, though, fwith a sighj. If only she weren't so aristocratic. I don't suppose she has ever even noticed me, except as another obstacle in the hall. 'K But who could have put this note under my door. Perhaps Miss Stanley might have seen somebody snooping about, if only I dared ask her. Certainly it could do no harm. Consequently he crossed the hall and timidly rapped on the opposite door. Presently the door opened, and Miss Agatha stood before him. Upon seeing who it was she suddenly blushed furiously 'beneath her rouge. 'fWon't-won't you come in? she stammered. f'Ah! thought she, here he is at last! Now for the great moment ! - 'I I just wanted to ask you if you might have seen someone snooping about in the hall this afternoon. 'I Why I- Have you lost No, I found a queer note under my door, and I didn't know but what you might know something ahout it. Do you? something? Are you insinuating that I have been snooping about your apartment? she asked angrily, in an attempt to evade an- swering directly. Why, certainly not, exclaimed M1'. Brewster, astonished at her vehemence. H But I can't imagine what the note can mean' Suddenly tears of anger and humiliation began to roll down Miss Agatha's cheeks. H And you dare to say that you don't know what that means after you wrote that in- criminating note to me, and sent me a box of candy ! she stormed. Why, my dear! Mr. Brewster took a step nearer, Hwhat are you talking about? Candy! Note! You must be mistaken. 'K Mistaken! You signed your initials to

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18 THE PHILLIPIANI if 5 X' 5' ll . - ,ju L I T E R A R Y A ROMANCE NNE stretched luxuriously in her satin-covered bed as the maid en- tered, bearing a package which she handed to her mistress. Leisurely Anne un- wrapped the package to draw forth from under the layers of bright tissue an ex- pensive looking box bearing the label of one of Fifth Avenue's most exclusive can-dy shops. Nestling under a ribbon bow lay an unsealed envelope, tl1e contents of which she hastily scanned. U The poor fish! she exclaimed. if Does he think that I vwould eat any candy that the sent me? Why, I 'd sooner starve than taste of Theodore Baxter's candy. And if he thinks that I could do anything but despise him he is mightily mistaken. just then the door of her boudoir again openedg this time to admit her mother. Dear, dear! How ever could I have forgotten! Tomorrow is your Aunt Aga- tha's birthday and I completely forgot to get her anything. I cannot possibly find time to go down town after something, and it must go today. Oh, what shall I do? the last an agonized wail. How would these do? asked Anne, holding out contemptuously the box of candy. I ihave absolutely no use for them, and you know Aunt Agatha is quite partial to can-died fruits. H The very thing! exclaimed her mother, Hit you are sure you don't want them. I have no use for them, positively, replied Anne. Then won't you pack them, for I simply must go to a committee meeting. Oh, all right! Presently Anne, having bathed and breakfasted, was signing a birthday card with tihe names of ther mother and herself. As she was putting it into fits envelope her telephone rang. Dropping the card beside the one which sihe had recently removed from the box of candy, she took up the phone. Hello ! , Yes, this is Anne speaking. 'K That 's great! I'll be right over. Wait until I get there, rw'on't you? But I'll be there in just a minute. Iv'e just got to finish doing up a pack- age. K' All right. 'Byef' Whereupon, seizing the card nearest, she tossed it into her package and hastily did it up without second thought. And that vwas how, on the following morning Miss Agatha opened a box of candy and read an enclosed note which caused her sallow cheeks to take on a fiery hue and her hands to tremble. 'K At last! she breathed. Who would believe! And yet-didn't the card say so? Then' all her work had not been in

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20 THE PHILLIPIAN it. Are-are you trying to back out of it after so 'humiliating me? Was it just a cruel joke? I can 't imagine what you are talking about, said Mr. Brewster in a puzzled voice. K' Let me see that note. Shamefacedly Miss Agatha brought forth the note, and handed it to him. There! If you didn't write that, I should like to know who did. Mr. Brewster took the note and read the follofwingi Dearest: How can you be so cruel! I cannot stand the suspense any longer. I have waited so long! Give me some sign that you love me as I love you. T. B. As he finished reading, it gradually dawned upon him that Miss Agatha had thought this from him, and had answered by saying, The feeling is mutual. He beamed upon Miss Agatha and said, 4' I 'll have to admit that I didn't send it to you, but I wish I had years ago, for it ex- presses exactly what I have longed to say to you for the past five years. Thereupon -the note and its mysterious author were abandoned for more impor- tant occupations, and Miss Agatha found herself in the exact spot where s-he had so long desired to be. D. M. H. HASTE MAKES WASTE UR English class was studying Poor Richard's Almanac, and our assign- ment was to interpret some of the old maxims in it. I found it very easy and I was making swift progress until I came to, 1' Haste makes waste. I began to reason: If a person hurried, he was at least saving time, so what on earth could he Iwaste? Fate solved my problem. I remember quite plainly that it was the first day of December, a very cold day, and one on which the Physics class was supposed to perform experiments in the laboratory. Our instructor assigned the experiment, told us it was hard, and asked if Miss Vose and Miss Bunnell would please get some ice so that we could start at once, as he was in a hurry. Why the chose me I didn't know, for I wasn't noted for my speed, but we set out, very glad to get a few minutes off. Winifred complained that the ice was dirty, and I made the suggestion that we go 'to the river for some. Winifred agreed, and being careful to keep out of range of the laboratory windows wwe made a dash. I.reached the bank sooner than Wini- fred and with a piece of iron which I had brought for the purpose I began to hack at the ice, meaning to get mine first at all hazzards. Alas! What I thought was bank, wasn't bank at all. My feet slipped and the blue waters of Sandy River closed over my head. Winifred pulled me out and asked me what on eartfh.I fell in for and who Richard was. For I was gasping with the little breath I had left: HP-p-poor Rich- ard was r-r-right. FRIDAY, THE THIRTEENTI-I N a bleak cold night when the wind was ihowling around the trees like a ghost shrieking I was riding on my horse trying to get to the farm before the storm broke. As I drew near the haunted house, I gave Jean the quirt, and tried to get past as quickly as possible. As I got opposite the house my 'hair began to rise for in the window was a lamp. When I reached home I put my horse in the barn and went on trembling limbs to the house. After supper I told my father and mother what I had seen. They looked at each other and then looked quickly away. Later I heard them talking it over,