Allegheny High School - Wah Hoo Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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10 THE XVXH HOU a handkerchief. It was a lady's bag! He was overcome, and leaned back in the chair. His eyes lit on the bag and he dashed over to it and threw it into a corner behind the large chair. Out of my sightln gasped lim, and collapsed on the bed. XVhat will I do with it, and what am I going to do without my clothes ? How did he get that bag, anyhow? Then he remembered That charm- ing young lady in the Pullman car had a Boston bag which looked exactly like his. 'l'hey had been side by side on the Hoor, and she has taken his by mistake. After a time, .lim plucked up cour- age and walked over to the bag and looked at its end. Un it were the ini- tials, E. gl. B. Edith, Elizabeth. Ethel, Emma-I wonder what it is, he said. Again Jim dropped into a chair. He had been sitting in this chair for perhaps a quarter of an hour when he heard a knock at the door. More trouble! .lim jumped to his feet: what could he do now? He was only a third dressed. Fortunately -limls brain did not desert him, although in his condi- tion it would not have been surprising if it had. He grabbed a spread from the bed and wrapped it around hin self. True, he looked like a Roman his toga, but what else could he do? jim opened the door. It was a mai and the first thing -lim noticed abo' this maid was that she held a Hostc bag in her hand. Miss Brown says that she mu have your bag, sir. She says she mam a mistake, and wants to know if yc have hers. lim's face lighted up and he hu ried over and got the other bag. E grabbed his own before the ma could hand it to him. Hurrah! he shouted, he had l beloved bag, and she was at the hou party. VVhat more could he wish? The next morning Uncle Tim intr duced .lim to his niece, Miss Eliz beth Brown, and lim was supreme happy. The house party lasted two weel and two weeks is ample time for tv young people to become well a quainted, when each is desirous doing so. At the end of that time, s was Betty to him, and he was pla .lim. As for the rest of this story, ti your imagination. lhaowsox Lurv, '22. A SAD MISTAKE Not so long ago our church got a new minister. He is a nice, good, sociable man, but since he came from a different district he was totally un- acquainted with our people. For this reason he made the following foolish blunder: About a week ago he called upon Mrs. Jones. Her husband had died suddenly just a week before and she naturally supposed that his visit h to do with this sad event. So after few minutes she was not surprised hear him say: 'Alt was a sad occurrence, was not? Yes, she faltered, drawing c her handkerchief in order to be p pared. 'fVVholly unexpected. YJ P77

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THE XVAH HOU 9 TWO BOSTON BAGS Summer vacation had at last ar- 'ived, and james Bradford, known as 'Jim among his friends, was prepar- ng to leave Harvard for New York, vhere he was going to visit some friends before going to his home in Slew Jersey. However, just before his depart- lre, he received a pleasant surprise in he form of a telegram. It was a tele- gram from an old friend of his ather's, Uncle Tim. It was an in- 'itation to a house party at Uncle l'im's beautiful cottage at Lake Chau- auqua. I'll be there with bells on, aid a telegram which jim sent to Incle Tim before boarding the Col- inial Express for New York. Four days later found jim in pos- ession of a chair on the New York fentral, bound for Chautauqua. There were not many people in the ar, but even if there had been, jim vould just as easily have noticed a 'ery beautiful fin his estimationj 'oung lady in a chair on the other side if the car. He found himself lost in dmiration. She was alone, too, and im could not help wondering where he was going. Gee, I'd like to know her l sighed im to himself. Then he remembered e had been staring at her for the last ve minutes, and, as jim was a very fell mannered young gentleman, he pparently became absorbed in the ountry through which the train was assing. VVh0 is she? Where is she going FH im kept asking himself. How he wished he knew her, or new someone that knew her, but she ras alone, and he was alone. Now, there are two sides to every- iing, and a Pullman car is no excep- on. While jim was wishing he could trike up an acquaintance, without be- ing presumptuousx or violating any rules of etiquette, lthe young lady on the other side of the car was wonder- ing who he was, and wishing he would say something. i Of course, our hero was handsome: all heroes are. She noticed this, of course, but she was always struck by his athletic appearance and bearing. But there seemed tio be something be- sides thisg he seemed so cheerful, though he didn't smile. His expres- sion had a little Smile in it all the time, and his bearing indicated that he bore a good will toward everyone. VVhat a nice man, she said. So they rode all day without speak- ing, although each was wishing all the time that the other would take the .first step. j The sun was just setting in the west as the train stopped at the lake. The young lady hurried, out with a Boston bag. By cracky, she'is getting off here, too! said our hero to himself. He took more time to get his baggage to- gether, so he lost sight of her. VVhen the steamer touched the dock near Uncle Tim's cottage, it was- dark. but Uncle Tim managed to find him among the crowd ,and gave him a hearty greeting. Most of the guests had not yet arrived, so jim decided since he was very tired from the long trip, that he wouldinhit the feathers. Having washed, helreturned from his bathroom to his room and opened his Boston bag. Out of it he pulled something- i He took a step backwards and rubbed his eyes. NVhat was it? A lady's kimonal Horrors! That was enough for poor jim! He chucked the objectionable article back into the bag hurriedly and closed it. He fell into a chair and mopped his brow with

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T H li XX 'A H HOU ll Oh, yes, we never dreamed of such a thing. He died in the harness,I suppose ? VVhy, no! Not exactly. I suppose you had grown to love him ? Naturally, sir. The minister began to get perplexed, but went on: He died of old age, did he not ?,' No, sir, she snapped. Sun- stroke. Indeedg you must have worked him too hard. He could always take care of him- self, sir. He must have been very intel- ligentf' He was. I was told you had to administer chloroform to put him out of his misery. That was not so. He died nat- urallyf' He did? repeated the minister, becoming more and more Hustered. He kicked the footboard down. in his last agonies, did he not ? He most certainly did noty'-very indignantly. I must have been misinformed. How old was he ?', Thirty-live. But he didn't do much active work and you could easily fill his place with another. In fact, you are probably better off without him. Sir! I am not that kind of woman. Sleep, little stars, like happy children in the spell of dreams: Your slumber should be soft and You could easily get one as good. lle was wall-eyed, I understand. He was not -becoming angry. I saw him at ivvork one day, and I and sure he had stiff knees. Inipossibleg he had a cork leg. But he had his good points, too. I should hope so. The way he held his head, for ex- ample. Nobody else ever remarked that merit. He was 'so generous and so frank. i That's fine. 'How long did it lake him to go a mile F About fifteen iniiiuuesf' Not much of a voer. Did vou Z3 .1 have to use the whip much ? I did not. y So he went right along without it. He must have been a fine sort of brute. i This was too niuch. and the widow broke down and cried. Your re- marks about that poor, dead man have been a series of insults. I won't stand it any longer. I At this the minister flushed and stammered, Are you not M rs. Smith? Has not your old lgray horse died ? I never owned a horse, h-but my husband died a wjweek ago. A few 1l1lI'1lltCS,lI:ltC1' a greatly sub- dued minister elnerged from that house, muttering, And to think that she was talking man, and l was talk- ing horse. l.. l... 22. i LULLABY i And fleecy clouds' to rest your weary heads? . lNhile mother moon watching from above sweet, it seems. For have ye not the blue sky for your beds, Shall light your night with her bright lamp of love.