Saint Ursula Academy - Scroll Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Bobbi Gal Q OMAYNE could see her moving about the inner office, her slim hands tucking letters into Bob Spencer's personal file-a job that once had belonged to Romayne. Sally An- derson, beautiful, blonde, and young, had been with the company for a month now. Romayne Watsoii was pretty but not beautiful and to top it all off, today she was thirty. This frightened Ro- mayne, because youth was slipping away and Bob Spencer along with it. Sally. her blue eyes laughing over some delightful secret, Came into Ro- 1nayne's department then. Romayne was fascinated by her. Once she had felt young and gay like that. 'Could I help you, Nliss Watsox1?l' Sally questioned as she perched on the edge of ROIIIZIYIICYS desk. I've nothing to do till the fBig Shot' gets here. K'VVhy yes--thank you,'l Romayne said as she handed her some invoices to check. It sounded funny to hear her call Bob a KBig Shot', But after all that's wh-at he was now. Romayne shifted uncomfortably. 'WVhat's the matter? Sally asked. Aren't you feeling well, lVIiss Wat- S011 :Nl 1'IVhy, l'in all rightf' Romayne an- swered quickly. She was all right too, only there was Bob. She had been in love with him for the last ten years only to have lost him. 'AYou1' eyes look tired, Sally stated. There was a pause then which Sally Anderson broke. 'fYou've been with the company a long time, haven't you, llfliss VVatson 7' f'Yes. for ten years. Then you must have been here when Klr. Spencer transferred to this office? 'KI came shortly afterwards, Ro- mayne explained. The girl was studying her between invoice checking, and Romayne felt un- Page Twolve -Rosa BIARIE DAUNHAUER '46 s 4 Q easy under the gaze of those direct young eyes. just then the door opened and Bob Spencer came in, tall, broad-shouldered, but very slim and youthful in his dark business suit. Good morning, Nlr. Spencer, Sally sang. Do you know this Wilsoii Pro- duce invoice is off fifteen dollars?', 'fWhose favor? UOurs,'l Sally answered, HShall I call their bookkeeper ? No, Bob said. They'll find it- and now will you excuse me I have some letters to writef' The door closed behind Bob and Sally, but Romayne could see them through the glass partition, though no one could tell she was looking. Bob was deeply attracted by the new girl. But then held gone with other girls off and on. Usually the daugh- ters of wealthy business men. Romayne had some reports for Bob to sign so she gathered them up neatly, turned and entered the inner office. She entered Bob's office and then re- treated a step, shocked at what she saw. There was Sally staring straight at Bob, her slim hands clenched, her face white. 'fYou are dishonest, a crook! she cried. You're a cheat and I won't work for you any longer. Sally turned -and then she saw Ro- mayne standing, shocked, in the door- way. And you,'l she said to Romayne, you're crooked too or you wouldn't put up with it this long. Bob was on his feet now and burst out. I must say, Rliss Anderson, this has gone far enough. The girl simply scorched him with her glance and turned back to Romayne. VVhy don't you get wise to your- self? she asked. You can carry a torch too long, you know. CContinued on page 361 H

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ature, the Artist AS there ever an artist so gifted as to compete with llother Nature in her lavish use of color? Consider the four seasons of the year. YVin- ter immediately brings to mind the snow, against which background are black silhouettes ol leaf- less trees. hid against the purple and red that marks the sunset or a winter's day. This is Nature in a somber mood. But with the coming of Spring her mood lightens, and we see everywhere the feathered greenery about which the poets write. As though to compensate for her sternness of the wintry season. she bedecks the wakening earth with flowers of all hues, which are again reflected in the rainbow which she hangs in April's sky. VVho can deny the beauty of an apple tree, pink with bloom or the delicate tints of the daffodil. tulips, and violets. which are spring's own special blos-4 soms? ' With the advent of summer. Nature becomes bolder with her color brush. The trees are of a deeper green and her garden presents a gayer air. The brilliant' shades of the rose and the poppy, together with the other summer llowers. bespeak her brightened mood, to match the sun, which now brings golden days as it shines from a blue sky dotted with Heecy clouds that float as lazily as one's thoughts on an August afternoon. Hut it is with autumn that Dame Nature endeavors to outdo herself. lt is for this season she has reserved her most brilliant colors. The Haming hills, drenched with gold, red. and browng the goldenrod and asters of her wayside garden-all these she has splashed with hues so vivid that she has no more with which to paint the earth, The intense cloudless blue of October serves to heighten the burning beauty which is Aurumn's eternal possession. lt is then one's mind recalls the words of the poet. ' Thy woods this autumn day, That ache and sag And all but cry with color. lt is then too that the genius of the Blaster Painter is plainly visible as He guides Xatures limning on the canvas that is earth. Soon after this brilliant display, Natures hand seems to grow tiredg the colors fade. and once more the somber hues of another winter appear. Her work well done, lmmortal Nature is content to rest and to dream. with mortal man. of the coming spring. -BETTY FERGUSSON '46 Page Eleven

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Death In cz Fruit Jar X TI-III poorest section of the town of Little Rock, Uhio, a middle-aged spinster owns a broken-down board- ing house. Her name is IXI1's. Slaxton. There are two boarders who occupy the boarding house. The older fellow. KIr. fXIurphy, is a carpenter by trade. The younger man, meaning myself, is a writer. if and when he's in the mood. lIy cognomen is Johnson. A few weeks ago, possibly two months, I noticed that 1Irs. Slaxton re- ceived a package of papers and a check from her brother. This happened every week. Once I heard her say to the postman that it was from her brotheids business, whatever that was. Ir was about a month after this in- cident that tragedy struck in this ram- bling, crumbling, boarding house. One fine sunny day about noon. I was awakened by a pounding on my door. At Hrst I thought it was thun- der, but when I glanced out of the cracked, dirty window and saw the blazing sun, I deduced it was only XIrs. Slaxton trying to collect another month's rent in advance, VVhen I thought of this, I decided I had better unlock the door. O lr was quite shocking to discover an officer of the Law standing outside my door. I imagine I surprised him even more by appearing in the doorway, robed in bed clothes. He quickly sup- pressed a smile as he took in my appear- ance at a quick glance and I glanced down at myself sheepishly. He then inquired. HAre you XIr. -Iohnson TI Yes-sf, I answered hestitantly. VVould you please get dressed and come down to the front room 7' Of course, I told him, but whats happened W' Your Iandlady's dead, and a 1Ir. Klurphy also. he calmly replied. And with that he left. I started to dress hurriedly, all the while mulling thoughts over and over in my mind. How did she die? Why did IXIurphy die also? Vvhy not me? As I reached the foot of the stairs, I asked the policeman on guard where the bodies were found. -Iust then an- other policeman came from the kitchen and convoyed me into the living room. I looked at his granite face and asked him no questions. I assumed I was un- der suspicion. In a few minutes I dis- covered my assumptions were correct. Q W. . '4' 4' 'l '.' ii' YW' 'I' 1 By Ruth Moore Q'--'O-4k4k.i1P-AF lf 41- PP!! 'I' ku The coroner said she died an acciden- tal death, Klr. Xlurphy had died the same way. They had both eaten some food that was poisonous. Inspector Klulligan of the 47th Pre- cinct asked me the routine questions, which I answered as truthfully as I could. This took about an hour, after which I made plans to move to a Page Thirteen