Northeast High School - Nor Easter Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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10 OF' QCHSIQI? blades of grass that impertinently nudged each other and nodded toward meg and some bird had the audacity to peck at me before he went on his way! I suppose they didn't know who I ani. I, who have brought content to hungry persons-I, who have been ex- changed for oh. so many different things I-Plates ofchocolate cookies, Cyou notice how popular the person who buys them suddenly becomesjg mashed potatoes Qhow well I remem- ber my bath in a pan of hot gravy when a too-eager boy mercilessly dropped me into its steaming depthsl 3 salads valuable for their vitamines and calories task your physiology teacherj, and-so many other dishes, too mani- fold to enumeratej. But finally, I was rescued by some kind person who proudly passed me around to all his friends to verify the statement of his lucky find. Once more I went through the rou- tine of lying in a pocket for a long interval, then being taken out and jingled, dropped on the floor, for which my careless owner was repri- manded by that same austere person Cisn't it aggravating that they always notice everything?j, then being rebel- liously jammed into that dark pocket again until the ringing of a bell, then being snatched out again and carried with oh, such speed, as my owner reck- lessly dashed down several flights of stairs, then being knocked out of his hand by another speeding person, be- ing tramped over by a mad mob of rushing students Qthat bell always causes such ,haste and excitementj, and finally being rescued and soon vig- orously slammed across a table for the same thing-food! You know it is strange, that al- though everyone is eager to get me, they are even more anxious to get rid of me, but I am irresistible. They al- ways come back the next day. Yesterday, some little demure miss daintly passed me on for some candy, today some sturdy boy flung me across the counter for chili, tomorrow--who will have me, for what shall I be used? I wonder. But then, such is the life of a five-cent check! After Twelve, Beware. VIRGINIA PIPER Have you a friend you know real well, Who hates to hear a whistle blow, Who never hears the midnight bell Because he knows it's time to go? At least he Cl2ll1US lle hears 110 Sgund, To tell him that he now must go, He always tries to stay around And rave an extra hour or so But just remind him there's a law Originated by your ma: Out after twelve you cannot stay, For motherls rule you must obey. And then remind him of your pa, Who has a law lots worse than ma's, VVho wears a shoe size number ten, And has the force of twenty men. cro tire ant chi cluf bro HPF bru Sha wil. call a l Abs hee cro' C sigl' one last as 1 Bef her Iohi in 2 denl behi a m Slox hers Hpir XYit a n cl da rl' curl: I a C e VCPC ker-a Ill OV

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12 OF' QELSIQI' room they read the pitiful story. The mother was quite dead, but in her hand was a hastily written message: In my dying helplessness I have sent my darling Diana to find a kind lady who will take her home and be good to her. I pray that she is safe. Diana is not born of a common woman -I am a noblewoman by blood- daughter of wealthy citizens of Ca- tania, Italy. I eloped with an Amer- ican, who deserted me after we came here. I have tried-my God, how I have tried! I only hope Diana may not know the anguish of her mother's heart.. Keep her-someone-love herf' That was all. Celia's heart throbbed and she struggled for self-control. Diana ! she murmured, Dian.a! For several seconds she sat with the little orphan clasped tightly in her arms, deeply absorbed in thought. Then, with a little catch in her breath, she cried, My Diana ! In an instant she was standing before the officer, who had been making investigations. Un- der the circumstances- she began, her face- all aglow, I-it-is apparent she has no one to claim her-no one but me ! she finished with enthusiasm. A few words passed between them, a contract written and signed, and Celia found herself rushing once more down the busy street-but not alone! Light footsteps in the corrider, a door thrust open, a light flashed on and a tiny form placed on the floor. Celia spread her arms, her glance en- veloping the now transformed apart- ment. '!Our home ! she exclaimed, and then, taking Diana's chubby face between her hands, laughed happily. My own! My very, very own ! All that evening she lived in a world of hope and love, dreaming of the fu- ture. Diana was radiant with content and followed Celia around with as much devotion and satisfaction as though she had lived there always, At last Celia tucked her in bed and bend- ing over her whispered a grateful prayer. Life seemed suddenly very u . A bell Yallg- Celia hurried eagerly to the front door to find Mr. and Mrs. Harland, a college friend and her hus- band. My dear! exclaimed Adele, how radiant you look tonight. Perhaps she's in love ! laughed her husband as they removed their wraps. I ,am ! burs-'t Celia. She's the dearest bit of humanity one ever spied ! VVho? Wliat do you mean? asked her friend. Shh-! Come see- was the an- swer. Diana, who had not yet fallen asleep, smiled up into three faces, each with a different expression. There was the familiar one filled with proud delight and love, that of the man, with admiration and longing, and the other had a strange look of surprise, adora- tion, and jealous despair-the despair that comes to one who yearns daily for that which she cannot have. This, little Diana did not understand but reached up her tiny arms to be taken up. Thirty minutes later Celia closed the bedroom door gently and turned sweetly to Adele, Don't you just love her? I'm-why, what's the matter? For Adele was leaning heavily against the mantle, her head buried in her arms. I!t's the child! she sobbed. Love her, I idolize every inch of the little cherub and, oh, Celia, I want her! There was a brief silence dur- ing which Celia's heart stood still. Then like a knife these words pierced her very soul Celia ! cried Adele, her eyes growing big, Let me have Di- ana ! Another dreadful silence, then Adele burst forth in a torrent of in- coherent words. Celia, I have yearned for a darling of my own. Al- ways longing, hoping-oh, you do not know how I have waited, hoping that some day I would find the little one of my dreams! She turned pointing silently to the bedroom door. My Little One ! muttered Celia, sinking into a chair, vaguely realizing that Adele was on the floor beside her, WCCPIUS and lilughing. Mr, Harland wa bar con loo eye Dia YO! adv una tho her whi chil CKBt hav cou inte iool hou IJ G tint Dad deai HYO hav' not Celi ofte wor that the deer siler CCD up ! sona I UI L Klxi fire.' .HA mimi Ii You' G eight