Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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Vial parted she said, Jack, I am determined to wing I must win, for if I Win Mother's and Father's confidence, they will consent to my going with you. With these words and a winning smile she left Jack who stood looking after her with a puzzled look on his face. She's a dream, a reality, and a treasure, was his only comment. By the time commencement day came-and it came on Marjory's eigh- teenth birthday-Marjory was considered the sweetest tempered and the most loving and attractive girl of her graduating class. She carried off all honors. She was valedictorian of her class and she received the medal for being best all-around student. When she reached home, after her gradua- tion, her mother took her in her arms and said, Marjory, you are the pride of my life. Her father entered the room just then and added, Yes, and Marjory, We haven't appreciated you enough, We haven't been good enough to you so tolnight we are going to do a little spontaneous celebrating. You Will please walk into the front room and wait until we put the eats on the table. Marjory picked up a book and with a glad and happy heart she walked toward the front room. But on the threshold she stopped. To her utter as- tonishment she found herself looking into the happy face of Jack Preston. Marjory, they've consented, exclaimed the happy boy. Oh, Jack, I've won. It was too much for Jack. He came forward and taking Marjory in his arms he asked tenderly, pleadingly, May I please, Marjory ? She dropped her eyes for a moment and then raising them to his she softly answered, Yes. MARY K. LOVENSTEIN '27 E ,N '27 WA Q1 .11 2 YQ., Page fifty-five

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tell rl from that day I have loved you. You do not know the agony that I have un- dergone because of my love for you. Marjory, everyone knows the way in which your mother and father treat you and that has held me from telling you what is in my heart. But to-night I could stand it no longer. I had to tell you my real feelings for you. Marjory, please don't be angry with me because I would never have spoken this, had it not been the truth. My love for you is not what is called puppy-love, mine is the real, genuine, old-fash- ioned love. After a moment's pause he added tenderly, Marjory, dear, do you thing the same of me ? For a few minutes Marjory was silent, then without raising her eyes she said, Yes, Jack, I do love you. In fact, I have loved you since the first time I ever saw you. But-well, you know, Jack, that I am too young to think seriously of any boy, yet somehow, you are so different that I can't help loving you. Marjory, will you be true to me until-well, this time next year you will be eighteen and I will be twenty-one and then-? his eyes looked questioningly at hers. A lot can happen inside of a year but if my affections are the same as they are now, I will be true. The couple walked slowly toward the gate at the end of the BroWn's property. When it came time for them to part Jack asked, Marjory, may I lliiss you good night? It may be the last I'll see you for quite awhile, you now. Marjory reflected for a few minutes before she answered, No, Jack, I feel that a kiss would bind me to you. So they parted with the assurance that they loved each other. The summer months dragged slowly by and at last the school days be- gan. Marjory, as usual, was at the head :of her class. Still with it all she was not happy. In her heart she had resolved to win, to make her mother and father proud of her and to make them love her as well as they loved her other two sisters. But how to do this was the next question. After Christmas the basket ball season started. One night there was a big game between a rival team and the high school which Marjory attend- ed. On that particular night Marjory noticed one of the boys of her school, who had always tried to play on the first team but who had always seemed to fail, sitting on the bench with the players. When the first half was over this boy was called in to play and he played so well that he was considered the star for that night. All the way home Marjory was thinking, If he wfon, I can win too. And from that night on she tried harder than ever to win the love and confidence of her parents. She became more obedient and considerate and did many little loving deeds. A few nights after Marjory had made the resolution she met her lover, Jack Preston. She immediately confided her secret to him and when they Page fifty-four

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IRHS u 19262-H baping Guuhhpe We always have some feeling of dread when we say parting words to our friends and there is even some disagreeable trait in watching others go through the ceremony. , We have dozens of ways of saying good-bye: There is the heavy, heart- rending farewell uttered between sobs that somehow stirs in us some inner emotion. The son leaving the farm says farewell or good-bye, never Au re- voir. His leave may be long and the parting words said really are serious But here is the flapper getting on the train. She jumps aboard, blows a light kiss to whom she is leaving and her high-pitched voice throws back her Ta-ta, old chapf' and no tears take place. We Watch two college young men, one boarding the train, the other standing on the platform. There is usually a handshake, determined by the station .of the young men, or, in other words, whether they are in for foot- ball or Shakespeare. After this scene there is some parting such as Car- bolic acid, or otherwise. By the way, carbolic acid means good-bye in any language. There is the good fellow that crushes our fingers to-gether so that we must pry them apart, and he calls a so-long and we feel not sad at the parting, but perhaps glad that our hands still contain the regular number of fingers. We meet the chap who has read Zane Grey. He says Adios, doffs his hat and in regular Spanish fashion leaves us. The girl we meet just back from finishing school always departs with Au revoirf' We see them all at the station, at school, everywhere in fact. we smile perhaps, but when we, ourselves, have to say good-bye to someone, we take it all back, and have the same old feeling of dread, and what we would like to say is Jump in the lake or something meaning an' absolute good-bye. Then we have the Seniors, the class of 1926, bidding good-bye to the school loved by us so long. We have reached the ideal toward which we have been plodding for four, short, happy years. In these four years there are many things which we may look back upon, always recalling pleasant mem- ories. There are pals and sweethearts and teachers, all associated with our greatest dreams, but yet we must leave them, cease to lean upon them for encouragement, provide our own initiative, learn by our own mistakes, and at last come through life's journey scathed, but able to look back on a better world. So now we say this farewell to old P. H. S. May God give you the best, may your teachers enjoy life's richest blessings, and last in this hour of good-byes, old school, keep that clean fighting spirit-the spirit that fights to the end. ENID G. OURS '26 Page fifty-six X