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

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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.

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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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12 T H li NN A H H U O I SAID-- He was just thirteen, an only son, red haired and freckled, which may have been an awful state of affairs and which may have been trying to him-but he was in a far worse pre- dicament-he was in love. His heart's desire, a very pretty lit- tle girl, slightly smaller than he, was the only daughter of the Vanders', a family who were residing at their summer home in the central and most beautiful part of the town. Her blue eyes and long curls gave her the position of the belle of juvenile so- ciety in Nelson. She could dance, she had a bicycle all her owng in fact, she had everything or could get every- thing she desired. To the younger members of the town it would have meant sure death if anything had been said against her or her dog, in his presence. In fact, he practically terrorized the children with his threats of murder, for he was king of the male society there and held full sway over all mem- bers. He had attained this position by being able to turn hve cart-wheels in succession, jump the highest and shoot commies, knee-heights the best. He may have been king of all he surveyed in male society, but he soon learned that to rule women was a dif- ferent matter. He claimed her by right of conquest-but, as all con- querors do, he met his doom. One day, while standing near her gate for no fiarfirnlar reason what- ever, he heard voices on her front porch. 1 hate frerkled faced kids, don't you P p Uh, my mother said it ain't nice to talk---- just then old Parkins' ma- chine passed, and all he could hear was faced children lt was spoken in a loud, haughty voice which he rec- ognized to be hers.', He was now lost-she had said that her mother said that it a'in't nice to even talk to freckle faced kids, and his face was just full of them! The next day among the mail re- ceived by the Brooks' was a letter for Master James Brooks. His mother opened it and read: You are rordially invited lo attend a party given by Jllr. and Mrs. Vanders in honor of Miss Grace Vanders at eight o'cl0ck Friday, July 9, 1922 53 Pennsylvania Avenue Nelson, Pennsylvania Mrs. Brooks was filled with joy at this evidence of the social prominence of her son-but jimmy read it with 2 different view. Aw, what's the use of goin' to that old party? They're a bunch 0: snobsl Had he been void of nat ture's spots he would have been verj willing to go, but he was blest bj nature. However, his mother said ln was going to go-and go he must. But he had freckles splashed al over his face-and she hated freckles He must get rid of them. That night he scrubbed his face a it never had been scrubbed before, bu the harder he scrubbed the mori freckles appeared, and the scrubbing made his face sore and red. He once had read that lemon juic takes out spots from clothes--if i worked for spots so much the bette --that's what he had. The next morning he ran down t the drug store and got one of thos medicine advertisement books tha have valuable information on anti dotes.