Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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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

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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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Qmioi Z 1 I, fr i I I s,,,:f I ! ! l DIOQUQUQ.. Fifty-s1'.r 112 iii: 1 1111111 3-1:11 1:1 101112110 A N D N I A N 19101 1:1 I was sent to Andrews in a stuffy old box and it maderme so indignant that when the conductor of the passenger car in which I was riding called Andrews I refused to move and he had to put me off. I was sent to a druggists, and after being displayed on a high shelf with several other bottles of the same kind for several minutes I became worried. Say, I inquired of a bottle of jet black ink, How am I going to get down from here ? Easy enough, he replied, and gave me a dark unpleasant look, Just close your eyes and move around awhile. Of course I felt insulted by that answer and refused to notice that ink bottle any more. It was quiet, also. While I was on display a girl came in with a debonair air and asked for a bottle of ink. The druggist wrapped it up and the girl wandered aimlessly toward a large mirror at the rear of the store. I saw the im- pending catastrophe and having a very warm and sympathetic heart, I possible. Please, I pleaded, Don't look in that. A a joy forever, and I would hate to see you be made of your days. Luckily, however, she didn't see the store. tried to avert it if thing of beauty is miserable the rest mirror, and left the Two days later the sweetest girl entered and asked in an edyfying manner for a bottle of blue-black ink. Since I knew such an animated bit of humanity could be no one but a member of the Junior Class I made myself as prominent as was possible and was duly carried to school in the Junior's hand, an honor not given to everyone, by the way. She placed me on a desk in a large room with nine windows and a piano, and went home. That evening an old Scotch Janitor, who I afterwards learned was named MacIntosh and was a descendent of the head of his clan, walked up the aisle, lustily swinging a dust cloth. He raised so much dust that I was forced to sneeze. Say, I commanded, Don't swing that dust cloth so hard. You are raising the dust. Sir, he replied haughtily, I'll have you know I'm a MacIntosh. Well, I replied, I don't care if you are an umbrella. I'll have my rights. The next day I was tied to a windowblind string by a girl and she swung me back and forth at the risk of my neck, as well as a reprimand from her teacher. I surely was in suspense until I was released. She told her neighbor that not everyone could do that. It was so difficult. For my part I wish it was impossible. Hooray! I cried some few days later, The English department is legislating in my favor. And, sure enough, it was. It had declared in a bill which passed the whole faculty that blue-black ink shouldbe used in themes. However, I had seen several papers of unknown themes being