Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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Quin: 1 1:31-1.1.2111--xiii1.-imavxifxux frsxoq A N D R 0 N I A N :nil 1 2. ! ! ! ! remember that old aunt of mother's I told you about one time? Well, I ! wrote to her for money and she refused me fiat. Bob you mustn't tell ! a word of this, 'cause you're the only one I've told and I wouldn't have it ! get around for anything. ! Of course I won't tell anyone. But come on, cheer up. I wanted to go to college too, but dad says not until next year. Maybe you can go I 3' then too, Barbara. K , No I can't. Things won't be any different-but really I must go M y home. There's no use loading my burdens on someone else. i And in a few minutes Barbara was on her way home, the same way l she had come-alone. i Next morning on coming down stairs she heard voices in the kitchen. I A man's voice. Who could it be? She opened the door and there sat Q her mother, talking earnestly with some well dressed man. I Oh dad, she cried as she rushed into his arms. Q Hello little girl, are you glad to see me? I Glad? I should say so. Aren't we mother? Q Mrs. Channing said nothing, but her expression was convincing. I Are you home to stay? inquired Barbara. 9 I am if you will let me. Mother tells me that you are partners, and Q I will have to get your consent before I remain. What's the verdict ? ! Of course you may if you promise not to run away any more, ! Barbara answered laughingly. g I promise you solemnly, agreed Mr. Channing. Now what's this . about you going to college ? ! There's nothing. Only I want to and can't-that's all. g Barbara, you may go if you want to. I think all girls should have i a college career. ' i Oh dad, do you really mean that? Really, is my dream coming i true, after all ? asked Barbara breathlessly, giving her father a big hug. i Surely I mean it. Now run along and I'll finance the bills all right. i Barbara, answer the bell, will you please '? inquired her mother. i Another telegram for me from Aunt Polly, exclaimed Barbara, f as she returned to the kitchen. I wonder what spirit has moved her I i now ? - Barbara, I've changed my mind. Am sending you a check for 3400, g and will arrive at your home Monday. i P. Grey i Well of all things, what's going to happen next? Looks like we're i going to have a family reconciliation here before long, remarked Barbara, i as she handed the message to her mother. Mother what are we going to i do about the confectionery shop ? i Why, father says that I'm not to take it, that my working days . are over. ! ! l l ' .. . . .. . . . . . .. .. . . ..4p..g..1.-1nQ.i1 111.1 1.1 1.1.1.1 1 1 1 1.101 :..24.1.:..g..g.1..1..z.a.1..1..g Fifty-four

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ioinimb .iuindininiuil in 2 -ini--ini:-1 11-1 'think'-in-1 .11-1 :Zn-in Quin 1:1011-2-nc A N D R O N I fx N it-11 11 1- twink-vii 1-31111014-2 .1111-wx.-1 That afternoon about four o'clock Mrs. Channing called, telephone Barbara. Barbie came down stairs on the run, so happy she didn't know what to do. Hello, she almost screamed, yes, what-going to college? Yes I'm going-who told you? Bonnie Lee? Oh yes, I told her this morn- ing.-A party-at your house-for me-tomorrow evening. Why of course, you old dear-Bye. Mother, oh mother, she called, turning from the phone, Maxine is going to give a party for me tomorrow evening. Isn't that lovely of her? That little Maxine Trayer who used to be the leader in all social functions of the younger set El? inquired her father. Yes daddy, but she isn't homely any more. She's beautiful. I guess Barbie still hobnobs with Fairfax's best after all don't you honey? asked Mrs. Channing. Yes mother but aren't you and dad so happy you just can't see straight? This is a happy old world after all, she cried as she threw both arms around her parents. -June Wintrode. 0 A CHARACTER SKETCH I have in mind a person who, in my estimation, is very unique. He is a scholar, or at least he claims to be one, in the Andrews High school. He is very light complexioned and has red hair. His clothes are very common. He is not very tall, and is exceedingly heavy for his height and age. His trousers look as if he had used an over-size slipper spoon with which to put them on. In other words they are extremely snug. It seems as if he had a class in astronomy almost every period, for he spends a great deal of time gazing around over the heavens. He very seldom takes the time to shine his shoes. In fact, the only shine he possesses is on his face, which is somewhat fat and crimson. As a general rule he is reason- ably tidy, excepting his hands, upon which I am afraid he doesn't waste very much soap. -Frances Fields 0 AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN INK BOTTLE Tuesday, January the seventh was the happiest day of my life for on that day I became a new ink bottle, very transparent and filled with a precious blue-black fluid, which was as pretty as you ever spilled on a notebook. My, but I felt important and inkified. I heard a man say I should be shipped the next day and just then he stuck a nice new label on me and I felt so happy I just can't express myself, so I guess I'll let someone else do it. -11 jonny, Q 755.2 :gif , 1 shi ! ioiuilozo Fifty-five