Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE HYAK. 19 Millie (laughing)— Same old Grace! Mary — Oh! I ' ve been there, too! It’s nothing blit a pile of rocks. Grace (excitedly)— Why it’s not— Millie— Hurry up and go on, Goldie, or well have a pitch battle here. Lucy (solomnly) — Let us have peace. (All laugh.) Goldie — Where was I? Oh! Victor! He looks just like his father, and he’s the dearest little thing you ever saw! And ride! The boys all take turns giving him lessons, and he does as well as most of them already. Lucy— L et’s see, how old is he now? Goldie — Just seven. Going on eight, as he says. We are a long ways from any school, so I teach him myself, and really you’d be surprised, girls, to hear him read ; and lie’s perfectly fine at mathematics. Arithematic’s his favorite study— Hut I musn’t take up all the afternoon with my family. It’s your turn, Grace. Lucy— Yes,, Grace, go on and tell us about Archie. Grace— W ell, Archie’s the best man in the world. Mary— Naturally. Goldie— He isn’t either. Grace— He is too, Goldie Elliot — I mean Goldie Graham, and his oldest son’s the next best. Archibald Algernon Patfield Junior’s, his name. Goldie (aside) — Whew ! Grace— And then there’s Jenny and the baby— The dearest baby! Ana Jenny’s a sweet, little girl, though she’s not a bit like me. Millie— What does Archie look like? Grace— Oh, he’s tall, with gray eyes, and a dark, brown moustache. Haven’t you ever seen his picture? (Opens locket.) Millie — No, we hardly ever get the American papers over on our side. Lucy— Y ou poor exile. Mary— D on’t you get terribly homesick over there? Millie— Yes,, so metimes. This trip home is a great treat. Gustave had to come to Florida for his health, you know. Goldie — Is he delicate? Millie— O h, no, not especially, but a genius has to get run down now and then, you know. It ' s a part of the profession. Lucy (aside) — Paying profession, I should think.

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18 THE HYAK. Grace— Is your husband a railroad president, Mary? Mary— Y es. Grace— I didn’t know that. Tell me about him, and about your chil- dren. By the way, where are they? We didn’t see them last night. Millie — You surely have some, haven ' t you? Mary (looking at Lucy and laughing) — Well, rather! Lucy— O nly eleven. Grace— Eleven ! Goldie— M y dear! Mary— Y es, eight girls and three boys. They ' re with my mother now. I sent them there because the children next door have Scarlet fever. Millie— That is too bad. I wish I could see them. Mary (proudly) — I wish you could, too. Lucy— Little Mary Lisbeth Junior is just exactly like her mother. It’s too cute for anything to see them together. Goldie— My little Victor ' s, the image of his father. I love to see family likenesses, don ' t you? Millie (doubtfully)— Ye— es„ but I’m glad I haven’t any children. They might take after Gustave, and then — but do tell us about Victor, Goldie, and Frank, I heard he was as handsome as a picture, but that’s rather indefinate. Goldie — Well, think he ' s fine looking. Lucy— Oh, everybody ' s John is the handsomest; the best in the world! Mary— O f course. Goldie You know he is a cow boy, I suppose. Lucy says he looks ex- actly like the Virginian. Lucy — Yes, girls! he looks just like the pictures you see of the Vir- ginian. Black moustache, felt hat, crimson neckerchief, spirited horse and all, you know. Grace — And you live in Texas ? Goldie— Y es. Mary— Oh, Ve been there, it’s a nasty, flat place and— Goldie— What! How dare you, Mary Beth Atkinson Howard? Texas is the finest state in the Union. Grace— Next to Montana.

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20 THE HYAK. Mary— Florida is a pood place for whooping cough. I was going to take little Pierre there, two years ago, but he pot well before we pot ready to start, so Rob and I went alone. Lucy — Oh, pirls! Speak inp of Florida, my uncle down there sent me the most beautiful palm ! I planted it out in the parden; do you think it will live ! z Millie— Oh, I should think so, if you cover it every winter. Ls it in a sunny place! Lucy (putting her arm through Millie’s) — Gome out and I’ll show it to you. (Turns to others) Don’t you want to come, too, pirls, and see an old maid’s parden! Goldie (in a low voice)— Poor thing! (Bell rings.) Exit all. Lucy (turning and reentering) — Oh, there goes that bell again! Please excuse me a minute, girls. I’ll be out in a second. SCENE II. — (A din of tin pans followed by a scream, and the door opens. Enter Nellie Parker, Erma David, Alice Stoddard, Edna Key lor and Jeannette Thorne.) Lucy— Oh! I’m so glad to see you all! Don’t be alarmed at the noise. I’m a lone woman, you know, and that is my burglar alarm. Isn’t it suc- cessful ! Nellie— Well rather. (Supporting Erma, who is almost fainting, to a seat.) It frightened Erma nearly to death. Her poor nerves have received such a shock. Erma (in a weak voice) — Yes, John is a nerve specialist. (Brightens and looks around.) Perhaps you have heard of Dr. Eldrige’s nerve specific, warranted to kill all nerves, whether in the limbs or in the teeth. He has tried so many experiments on me that I am a nervous wreck, but as John says, its all for the benefit of humanity. Lucy— I certainly am glad to see you all again. You must be tired after your ride. Do let me give you some tea. (Serves them.) Where do you live now, Alice! Alice— A t Akron, Ohio, my dear, a most progressive town. We have five clubs there. The mothers’ club, of which I am president. The Wo- man’s Rights Club, of which I also have the honor of being president. The