Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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Z- 1- 1-midi lx N D R 0 N I A N I-1:-1-1:-111-1431'1--1v:'1-I1-w1-v:--:-i3- That night he walked home with a buoyant step, a song in his heart and a blotter in his hip pocket. Reaching his home gate, he saw with a new pride swelling in his heart his own faithful wife, Mary, and their children, little Mary and Robert. -Virginia Streit. o THE ATTIC TRAGEDY We had a very large attic. The ceiling in the highest place was about six feet high. It formed an inverted CVD and sloped down toward the floor, where it was about two feet high. A neighbor girl and I spent most of our time in that attic, playing house. My older sister thought she was too old to play with us and hardly ever came up, but when she did she reported everything we did to mother. One day Mary came to see me and we were wondering what we could play. Let's go to the attic, I suggested. Oh, I don't want to. I'm tired of playing house and having tea parties. she replied. Well let's do something, if it's only jumping from old trunks. We sat and pondered a long time. Finally Mary exclaimed, I have it. Let's get a rope and make a swing in the attic. All right, I said, If I can find a rope. We went to the barn to hunt for a rope and found one, which wasn't very long. Mary agreed that it would do, so we started for the attic with it. Our next problem was to get it to the attic without my sister seeing us. We were almost there when she spied us. Where are you kids going with that rope. Who wants to know besides yourself '? I asked. I'll bet there is someone who can find out, if I tell her, she hinted. Mary and I looked at each other and I said, grudgingly, Well' come on up then smarty. We fastened the rope over one of the rafters and tied it as best we could. Mary said she would go first, to show my sister how it was done. She climbed up on the trunk and grabbed hold of the rope. You'd better not do that Mary. You'll get hurt, my sister cau- tioned. Don't worry yourself. If you don't like the way we do things you can go down stairs, I retorted. When I swing out you quickly push the trunk so I won't hit it,'l shouted Mary. All right, I answered. She gave a big jump, while I tried to push the trunk away. It was heavy, and I couldn't move it. The rope came untied, and she knocked -fam 11 2.-Coz: 1 15. N xi Ju. v 5. ,f ii if 14 11:19 111 if 11 11111 11 21121 31:01:11 1120111 riuxuii-1o:o3o1u:uiw:o S1'.rty-one -1.

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1,1 1:-:ues -1 vi 1--101-CDI111-1-11-1110101 A N D R O N I A N 1011? one great fiood of brilliancy as he bid farewell to the squirrel, now scamper- ing over the picket fence across the road into the forest. -Virginia Streit. ' O A WINTER SCENE The room is bleak and chill. A deathlike stillness pervades the air, excepting the monotonous tick, tick of a clock in the far corner of the chamber. Through a frost-covered window can be dimly seen the break- ing day. The clock strikes, and its hollow cheerless note is presently followed by a muffled step on the stair. Who dares to intrude upon the sombre stillness of the room '? Presently a figure in white emerges from a draped doorway. It pauses as if in doubt, or is it in consternation? The figure silently and swiftly approaches an object, gleaming silver grey in the dim light, and after gazing at it for a time begins to mutter dire and vague forbodings in a foreign tongue. The mutterings become louder and more distinct as the white-clad figure turns and haltingly departs from the room. Steps are again heard on the stair and the grumbling voice gradually fades into the distance. 'Twas only poor father, and he had found the hard-coal burner out. -Gerald Mygrant. . O ' TO REDEEM A PLEDGE Daniel Ludwick was in his office disposing of his morning mail. He did not merely look it over-he always twith a few exceptions, of courseb decided the questions presented immediately. As he opened the last envelope. a blotter fell out, on it-, staring him in the face, was the direct accusation he dreaded, To Redeem a Pledge: 'He that hath wife and childrenj wrote Sir Francis Bacon, 'hath given hostages to fortunef 'Hml I've got the wife and children, and then he dropped his head. His pledge to maintain the immediate happiness and to insure the future of his beloved family was his failure. They had immediate happiness but -the future? Five years ago, when the Armistice was signed, he had been fairly bubbling over with energy. When he went back into his office after his experience in France in the World War, he had pledged himself to many unselfish things. But now, he thought, I have fallen into a rut, and all my old resolutions with me-but, thank Heaven l-not everybody knows them. No one shall know of my failures, but they shall know of my suc- cesses. He picked up the blotter-almost sacred to him now-and propped it up on the top of his desk. There it remained all day with Daniel Lud- wick. With a strange, serious expression on his countenance he looked at it again and again.

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5 u -3--11-L is--iii--Z-1-311:111-1-new-11-ICD-1111: A N D R 0 N I A N -21:1-1-2 . a a-1.11-13 .ss r ii, K1 , - 4 A , 0:0 no S I'.1' 2:1111 1 tio pl 1 me over and sat on top of me. While we were in this precarious and ludricious position my sister shouted to us as she disappeared down stairs, Te he, that's what you get, smarties, for trying to act cute. -Ruby Wolverton o A WINTER SCENE It was in January. A cold wind was blowing. A light snow had fallen and the overhanging limbs of the fir trees in the country school yard were glistening with snow. When the wind blew the silver flakes would flutter to the ground like so many snow birds. The roof of the small school house was covered with the snow Hakes, while along the eaves it was decorated with many gigantic icicles. Now and then a sleigh would pass along the road, with a prancing steed and a red-faced driver. Back of the school house was a large hill, which was worn smooth by the happy boys and girls who had been sliding in the morning. Arrayed along the back of the school house were many sleds, all wait- ing for the children to come out for recess. Finally, with many shrieks and yells out came the children for their recess. Such a sight followed as one seldom sees. The children, all rosy- checked and happy, were going up and down the hill like so many ants. Some were running, others we1'e throwing snow balls. Those who had the misfortune to fall in the snow banks were gleefully hauled forth by their companions. It was a beautiful winter scene indeed. -Ralph Forrest. o MY CAT LIFE is an awful cruel world sometimes. If you till you've heard my story, then I think you'll You know folks, this don't believe me now, wait quite agree with me. My name is Augustus, awful beautiful cat, to my time. and my eyes are the of all my beauty, some folks treat me mean. I am about two years old now, and I'm going to tell you of all of my troubles from the time I can remember. I've got three brothers somewhere, or at least I did have. They were pretty good looking too, but of course they couldn't beat me in looks. The place where we stayed when we were kittens was the prettiest barn, but they had some of the meanest, ugliest boys hanging around all of the time. Why, they were always teasing us. One day we saw three boys coming to the barn with a large paper sack. That's when most of my troubles began. Of course we were all frightened nearly to death, for mother was catching some nice rats or at least that's what people call me. I'm an notion. I'm snow white-that is most of the most beautiful shade of green. But, in spite ty-t wo 1 .1011-1 -quitting -1--ziqoxwxi311141.11mn:-ioivirzuzrz xoxo: