Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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rxivsiwviflifk A N D R 0 N I A N D01 xx- 1 Quin: 1-111-11-1-1-ui-11-11 11: BARBARA Mother, can't you think of some way to send me to college ? No dear, that is what I have been trying to do all summer, but have failed so far. This was the question Barbara Channing asked her mother every day and the answer she always received. Barbara was small, eighteen, and pretty. She had lovely blue eyes and her dark brown bobbed hair schoowas the envy of all the girls. She had graduated from the local high school just that spring, and had always been popular with girls and fellows alike. It was now nearly the middle of August and nearly all of her school pals were getting ready for college. But poor Barb-she could hardly bear to look on and for the first time in her life she felt left out. Her father and mother had separated when she was a Freshman in high school, and the former had not been heard of since. Barbara was the only child, but that made things no better. Her mother, who had grad- uated from an exclusive music academy, earned their living by giving music lessons. Barb, herself, had worked in a confectionery shop until the middle of July, when it got so hot her mother urged her to quit and rest awhile. Now she had nothing to do and her future looked a per- fect blank. Mother, oh mother, she called one morning, as she came flying down stairs, two at a time, I've got an idea. Well, her mother replied, placing an arm around the girl's shoulders, let's hear it. You seem to be full of ideas lately. I just couldn't sleep last night, Barb started out, so I got to think- ing- That's queer, I never knew you did such a thing. Now mother, stop joking, I'm serious. Didn't you tell me a long time ago that you had an aunt Polly who had a whole lot of money? Well maybe if I write her and tell her how badly I want to go to college she'd let me have the money. Yes I told you, but I guess I never told you all the story. You see. it's this way. After father and mother died I was left alone, so Aunt Polly agreed to take me and provide for me just as if I was her own. She saw to it that I finished my education and met the right sort of people. Then when I met your father trouble began. She disapproved of him and when I finally married him she dishinerited me. So you see my dear it would be practically useless for you to ask for help-and I would rather you wouldn't, anyhow. I still have a little pride, and she warned me against your father. But mother, don't you see that I couldn't hold the right sort of a position or associate with the class of people I've been used to if I didn't have an education? Anyhow if I write to her it wouldn't be you. She has never seen me, and chances are she never will, so if she refuses me that will be all there is to it. :mini- 1. ii- siozo sf'21fgli'l 55- AX , 9 Nz ! ! ! ! 0:4 Forty-nine

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0:0101o:o1o1o1o:o1-:1o1o:-rx-stnxfmzoxoxox--zo:-va A N D R 0 N I A N -xoxozoznx-wx-rug e e c 5 A u. -sf 'fi- 'E 1 i i . r: i 024001011-xninxn Forty-eight A NIGHTMARE 'Twas late in the year of'44 When a caller came to my front door. I went with reluctance, for calls are a bore. A spirit stood waiting. Who could it be? The spirit of class '24, It shouted in gleeg Ask me no questions, and please don't be slow, But follow me quickly and your classmates I'll show. Quickly I followed, too dazed to think, Till we reached a widening river's brink. Therein, sighed the Spirit, Jumped The body of P. Wire thus met its fate. Disappointed in love is the rumor I hear Causing poor Paul to so disappear. one old classmateg We next took a train for-I knew not where, Seated, I saw sights that made me stare. Down the aisle came a man yelling Peanuts for sale! H. Stouder a vender'l I screamed in my horrorg And is that K. Elward disguised as a porter? True, true, said the spirit with a wicked smile. Remember in H. S. how they put on style? Looking behind I beheld with surprise V. Streit and June W., I knew their eyesg Old, faded, and wrinkled. They once were so gay. Said I to myself, They should use massage clay.' To the spirit I whispered, Where's all the rest? P. Wasmuth's in jail in Monument City, For stealing a dog. More's the pity. Y NVQ sped on in silence for ten minutes or so, While 1 kept thinking, It's just like a show. Now, said the spirit, If you'll listen your best I'll tell you what's happened to all the rest. G. Mygrant's in Huntington, selling hot dogs, Don Mesnard's in Chicago, wearing line togs. The Gard girls are married, and happily so, Tom Pratt too is married. Cried I, What a blow! Mary F. and Bill B. now live in Lagrog Mary hangs out a card, Wanted-garments to sew. X G. Crull is a preacher in Bippus I'm toldg X R. James is a barber, and is piling up gold A. Fleck as a farmer is O. K. of course L. Hefner is seeking her third divorce: And Nina T. is troubled from that source. Limply I sank and rubbed my poor head. I thought I was dreaming, or perhaps dead. Oh, take me home, I begged of my guide, The fate of my classmates has ruined my pride. Directly I started, and opened my eyes. Hoorayl It's not '44! It's all a lie! MORAL: Bad dreams are caused by eating mince pie. -Nellie Anson D111011134vivioinioiui hisri1'141in:imriuinioininiuxnnieniniuiniviuinilb-

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.qi .1 1- up --L 1--1-1115-ieuuqmEvan:-mat 2-waocsoea-ie ozovqs- 3 l l l l ! l E l u .. qi., . sci Y 'Sl E ! ! e i 6 0.0 4124, hw iffy 11-1 if Very well, you may write, but please be very careful what you say. Don't make her think we are living on the county, or anything like that. Mother, you're a dear! exclaimed Barbara, kissing her affection- ately. I'm sure great Aunt Polly will help me, since she was so keen on education. So Barbara went to her desk and prepared to write. She lost no time thinking, and this is what she said: My Dear Aunt Polly:- I know you disinherited my mother and told her you never wanted to see her again, but you see I'm not mother. Now Auntie, please read carefully! I want to know if you will give, or loan me the money to go to college. You see all my friends are going, and I do want an education so badly. If you will loan me the money I will promise honestly to pay you back as soon as I can. Let me hear from you at once, 'cause I'm getting pretty nervous these days, since it's only about three weeks until college opens. Your loving niece, Barbara After finishing her letter Barb snatched her hat and hurried to the post otiice. Coming out she spied Maxine Trayer across the street. Hello old top, she called, how's it come you are down so early- someone sick at your house ? -this as she crossed the street. Oh, why all the good spirits, Barbie? First time I've seen you that way for a long time. What's the reason, have you just received a letter from one of your city admirers ? No, I should say not, they're the least of my thoughts. There's nothing the matter. I just got up right for once. Barbara had decided to keep her letter a secret. 1 Well, here's where I turn, Barbara. Coming over and play tennis this afternoon ? Yes, I expect so. No, I wont either. I think mother needs me for something. Oh, you changeable thing, you don't know from one minute to the next what you are going to do. Well ta ta, don't do anything rash while in your present state of mind. Barbara went whistling down the street and reached home just in time for breakfast. She pottered around the house all day and in the evening she and her mother took a walk. They hadn't much more than started when Barbara began talking about what she would do in college and making plans, just as if she was positive she was going. I wouldn't plan too much dear if I were you, advised her mother. You see, I know Aunt Polly a lot better than you do. I know mother, but since she has no other relatives, and so much money she certainly can afford to send me to school for four short years. A N D R 0 NIA N --1-I--f-W