South Pasadena High School - Copa de Oro Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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; those gentlemen again or not, but |] sin- cerely hope he didn't.” “What are you going to do?” asked Marie Whitmore. “I can assure you that I am going to keep ‘mum’ until I am compelled to do otherwise. I think it would be a safe plan for us to disperse now. Keep your ears and eyes open for new developments, will you?” “We certainly shall and if you come out of this scrape safely, I'll think you will be able to dare almost anything,” said Helen Halcom. The following afternoon, Marjorie con- fided to some of the girls that she was positive that Professor Perm suspected something. True it was that he had suspicions, for that very afternoon he had a conference with his companions of that night. “Do you fellows take any stock in that Freshman, Jack Sprat, or Sprague, or whatever it is?” “We haven't thought so very much about it, except that we have been keeping a look-out to see if we could find him. What made you ask us? questioned one of the boys. “Well, to tell the truth, I don’t believe there is such a person.” His words fell like a thunderbolt. ‘Don’t think there is such a person? But we saw him,” burst from the three. “Yes, but it was a very pale moon that aided your sight.” “So you think it was some one dis- guised?” “Yes, I think it was some one disguised, and, what's more, I think it was a girl.” “Whew!” “IT leave you to pick out the girl. I am going to call a meeting of the men to- morrow to make sure and—but there goes the bell. I have a clase this very hour.’ “say, fellows, I’ll bet it was Marjorie Wilson if it was anyone and it was her brother, too, you know. My, this is going to prove interesting. So long, until the grand finale tomorrow.” The next morning, Marjorie awoke rather 14 lream last night “Nell, I had and while it was funny, fe was foreboding. depressed. [ dreamt that I was dressed in that Jack Sprat costume and was being chased all around the campus by the faculty, Professor Perm in the lead. He had a long fork with a great piece of fat on it and he was going to compel me to eat it. They were gaining on me and just before the Professor caught me, I woke up.” “Now, don’t you worry. You always did have a knack for escaping penalties and you surely will this time.’ “Hope so, but I have a feeling. Not so very late in the morning, one of the girls rushed up to Marjorie and dragged her to the bulletin board. There, in great letters, was the following: “All men are requested to meet at the “Dorm” at seven prompt.” “There, now, I told Nell that something Was going to happen, but I am not going to confess until I have to, that’s certain.” The girls were greatly excited. Marjorie alone seemed calm. But in the early after- noon when the girls had gathered for a talk, Marjorie rushed upon them, flushed and triumphant, and sank into a. chair. “There’s a new Fres hman come,” she fairly shouted the words, “and his name is John and he has a sissy voice and he knows H:; ru “Now, my dear child, get your breath and calm yourself and then tet us all about it,” put in Nell. “Well, I was passing the Dean’s office and I saw a strange young man there, so I eavesdropped. He is a Freshman and his first name is John. Jack is the nickname of John, isn’t it? His last name is cert: uinly German and might be mistaken for Sprat He has what might be called a Sissy voice and the best thing of all, he knows Hal! The faculty certainly suspected me, for the Dean suddenly asked him if he were acquainted with Hal Wilson. |] waited to ie his answer and then rushed for here. I only hope he goes to that mee ting tonight. There goes the bell for my Latin. See you later. “Well, did you ever hear anything lilce it? That surely was providential. I never

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so short, I was to be Jack Sprat and she was to be his wife.” A perfect shout of laughter met this an- nouncement. But a voice, an ominous voice, brought a chill over the merriment. “Young ladies, what is the meaning of this unusual disturbance?” “Why, Miss Barnard,” glibly spoke up Marjorie,“the girls came in to pull me out of bed, as I didn’t want to get up this morn- ing. “T see. Please conduct yourselves more quietly after this,’ and with a few piercing glances, she left the room. “Goodness, there goes the bell! Girls, you'll have to help me dress.” Shortly after, the girls, excited as to the real outcome of the escapade, entered the dining-room of the Inn, where all the stu- dents of the dormitories boarded. Passing a table at which were seated some young men, Marjorie gave a start, then a suppressed giggle, but explain her- self, she would not. Upon leaving the room, the girls over- heard some conversation. “I met the fun- niest Freshman last night, or at least he’s going to be a Freshman soon. I can’t re- member his name but it was German. His voice sounded as if he were a sissy, but then if he was, he wouldn’t have been roam- ing around the country after midnight.” That was all they heard, but from Mar- jorie’s dismayed face, the girls gather ed enough information to make them nearly wild with expectation. At last, after a seemingly endless day, they were all gathered in a secluded part of the campus. “Do hurry and finish your story, Mar- jorie,’ hastily spoke Nell. “Where was I this morning when the ‘Dragon’ interrupted us?” “Oh, where you told us that you were to be Jack Sprat,” hurriedly put in two or three of the girls. “You may think it strange, but after I was dressed I made quite a respectable looking Jack Sprat. I had fun, to be sure, and had all the people guessing as to who No one was able to find out my I was. E O R O name and I can assure you, I didn’t inform them and I was congratulating myself up- on the clever way in which I was having an enjoyable time and the ‘powers that be’ none the wiser. “Tt was late when we left—still later when we arrived at the junction. Hal and [ felt certain that at that time of the ‘night we would meet no one, and so took the main road, which is the shortest route to the dormitory. “When we were just within a block or two of safety,, we saw four men coming towards us. Imagine my feelings, for | hadn’t taken the time to change my cos- tume, but had put on one of my brother's long overcoats. ‘There was no escape and the only hope was that they would be strangers. But fate was against us, for three were college boys, those whom we passed this morning, and they were ac- quainted with Hal. The other was——- Professor Perm.” “Marjorie, what did you do?” cried Nell in dismay. “Dove badly frightened. I didn’t do anything. I was too Hal, poor fellow, didn’t know what to do either, but he realized he couldn’t very well tell who I was, so he introduced me as Jack Sprat, who was soon to enter college as a Freshman. He slurred over the name so that you wouldn't have recognized it as being Sprat. I knew I had to play my part, so I changed my voice as much as possible, and said something about Hal being a great friend of mine and that he was piloting me back safely home, as I was not very well acquainted with the town as yet.” “FHow did you ever have presence of mind enough to do it all?” asked one of the girls. “Tm sure I don’t know. I don’t remem- ber how we ever managed to get past them, but we finally did and wandered aimlessly up the street. But when we came to a dark place, we ran for the dormitory as though our lives depended upon it. At last, I was safe in my room. I don’t know whether Hal had the pleasure of meeting

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O Fy A Is O R O knew that girl to get caught at any of her pranks yet,” and Nell walked slowly to her room. ‘ : ; : That evening, the two girls were dis- cussing the events of the day. “I know very well that the faculty, and especially Professor Perm, suspected me,” said Mar- jorie, “but since I am a woman they will give me the benefit of the doubt. I surely am going to be nice to that poor Freshman.” A SECLUDED CANYON TI BE RT HA W. ALL Ker aR iz All is still! The only sound that breaks the solitude is the tinkle of the tiny brook wending its merry course over moss grown stones, and the whisper of the flowers as they brush past each other in the crooning winds. Pines, long standing, have reached a sum- mit to the skies, and in their sweet, hushed solemnity, pause each morning to receive the benediction of the coming day. Be- tween the spaces of the branches, soft, white-flecked clouds are seen chasing each other over the sunny blue, and reflecting their softness in the depths of the mirror below. Farther on, the grasses quiver slightly in the breeze; then! a whir of wings, a flash of light, and a lark has soared upward to meet the sun, awakening the whole earth with his harmonies of song! It was a gloomy crowd that crossed the campus ¢f Harrisburg college after the game with the Westbury nine. There were no colors flying, no shouting was to be heard, and little Stubby Raymond, cap- tain of the team, did not even crack one joke all the way to the gym. On this day had been played the greatest game of the season. Had Harrisburg won, it would have meant the championship for three years in succession, and this meant the privilege of keeping the cup, awarded to them for winning the championship three years in succession. But the cup was lost to their worst enemies, the Westbury nine. Still the path leads ever on and soon a precipice is reached, over which the brook falls in a shining band of glory, reaches the earth below, and singing, bubbling, rip- pling, rushes along, quickly losing itself in the distance. Some blossoms, bolder than the others, swing outward over the rocks, only to be caught by the dashing spray and tossed back again and again, brushing the other flowers with their dewy freshness, and causing the whole place to seem brighter for their boldness. The day wanes, and soon is past. It seems as though the very brook ceases its singing and at Nature’s command relapses into a state of rest! The tall pines sing to each other crooning lullabys, the darkness falls—and all again is still! BR eA Ger Oma N i elas Mie Saturday evening, one week after this, Stubby Raymond sat in his room, reading. The door opened, and a servant stepped in and informed him that Dick Johns, who was manager of the team, wished to see Stubby in Dick’s room. Stub put on his coat and obeyed the summons, knowing Dick had something important to tell him or he would not have broken into his even- ing’s study. “Well, what can I-do for your royal high- ness?” asked Stub on entering. “You must think I’m made to shag around and do your bidding.” Dick seemed to be in deep thought, and,