Alexis High School - Memoirs Yearbook (Alexis, IL)

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which was drawn partly aside. She watched the people as they passed picking their way along the frozen walk. Suddenly the curtains were drawn to-gether and Amy Martin came quickly out of her home just as a young man across the street came in view in front of his own home. They both reached the end of Amy ' s wa.lk at the same time and he looked up from his feet and spoke. As Amy turned the corner her foot slipped on the ice. With a low cry she fell forward. Allen Warren caught her and held her long enough to bring a blush to the girl ' s cheek. All right? he asked, simply. She thought she was she told him, and after thanking him she tried to frse herself from his grasp. But he had mistaken the quiver in her voice for cn3 of pain and had kept a firm hold on her arm. As she stepped forward she swayed a little then sank back in his arms. You had better let me help you back home, he offered, and with an arm supporting her, he led her back into the house. He made sure that she was resting comfortably before he left her, with the casual remark that he would drop in that evening to see how she was. As soon as she heard the front door close she rose and went to the w. ' ndow where she watched him until he was out of sight. WeEl, she declared, if all young men were like him I would soon loose my reputation for being afraid of them. True to his promise Allen Warren rang the bell of Amy ' s home at eight o ' clock that evening. He was surprised when Amy, herself open- ed the door, and invited him in, but a still greater surprise was waiting Amy ' s girl friends, for before Allen left that evening he had promised to accompany her to the party. The following evening no one enjoyed themselves any more than Amy unless, indeed it was Allen Warren. As she presented him to the others Amy smiled mysteriously as if she had found out some thing that the others had not meant for her to know. The girls were unable to wait until they should have Amy to them- selves and one more impatient than the rest whispered enviously, Amy how did you ever do it? The answer came in just three -words. Just vamped him, and she refused to tell any more. — Mary Downer

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AN UGLY DUCKLING A group of five girls were sitting beside the open-place in the living room of Edith Hall ' s country home. Four of them were enthusiastical- ly planning a party which Edith was giving. Amy Martin sat as usual and just listened. Now and then she gave a little sigh as some one of the girls related some incident which took place at the last party they had gone to. They were trying to decide what boys they could depend upon to be there. There is a perfectly stunning young man comes out of that house across the street every morning, but he simply will not look at one of us, said Edith in a hopeless voice. He was to the social at the church the other night and I was introduced to him. I met him the next morn- ing on the street and I thought surely he would speak to me but he didn ' t even look at me. : Each of the girls had some story to tell about their adventures with the ' perfectly stunning young man ' except Amy. Amy had not said a word since the girls had begun talking about the party. She got up and excused herself when the other girls began talking about the young man across the street and hurried for home. Arriving at the gate she foiand that she had forgotten her rubbers They were on the hearth in the room where the girls were. Amy turn- ed and went back for them. As she reached the door of the dining room she heard Molly Brown saying, I suppose that Amy will have to be included? Yes, but I don ' t suppose she w 11 come. You know how afraid she is of the boys, answered Edith. Amy did not go in after her rubbers. She went home without them. So that was what the girls thought! They thought she was afi-aid of fellows! Well, she would show them something. She would go to their party and she w ould go with a fellow, too. Yes, she would go with Allen Warren, the young fellow who had moved in next door — the fel- low all the other girls had tried to attract and had failed. But she would not fail! Then perhaps they would change their minds and she would be the ugly duckling no Jonger. The next thing to decide was how to meet him. It was Tuesday and the party was to be Thursday. She spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in thought. That day the sun had shone brightly, the snow on the walk in front of her home had melted. If it freezes to-night I can do it, she told herself as she dropped off to sleep. It seemed as if Fate was with her for the next morning was cold and windy. She was up early and stood, hidden from view by a curtain

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» • IP k oems TO MARCIA When the days are rather lonesome And the nights are dull and blue. Just think of Phelix Nelson, For he surely thinks of you. Very well do I remember The night I met you; That ' s the night when all my longings And all my dreams came true. Very well do I remember The things you said to me; So let us cease to worry C ' f what +h( ' future may be. You ' ve brought sunshine into ' my life. And the sunshine has hit the spot. So last, but not least, I hope there ' s a chance For The Man That God Forgot. — M. L. ANY PUPIL TO ANY TEACHER The hours I spent within your class r Can mean naught but exams to me. I think of them, and saddened, sigh They ' re tragedy! they ' re tragedy. Each hour a test, each test I ' d flunk. In quizzes still my thoughts are flung. And always fail to satisfy. If I fail more my swan song ' s sung. Oh futui-e test that terrify! ■ . Oh puzzling questions, asked in class! Before each test I cram and strive Only to pass, teacher, only to pass.