Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE HYAK. 23 J ea n n ette — Oh , if we may! Come on girls. (Exeunt Jeannette and Edna.) Lucy— You know the way, I guess. Erma (rises and falters)— Why, Lucy! I have not yet recovered from the fright of those deadful dishpans. Nellie— S he ' s so nervous, poor dear. Lucy— I don’t wonder it frightened her. for they often fall in the night, when a sudden windstrom arises, and I don’t sleep another wink after hearing them. But it’s a splendid burglar alarm, (Jeanette calls from upstairs.) Exuent Erma, Alice and Nellie. SCENE in. Enter Sara alone (excitedly) — Oh Lucy, whom do you wish to see most in the world ? Lucy— I guess any member of the class of naughty six would be wel- come. judging by— Sara— Girls! Girls! Enter Amelia White, Adelia Schoder and Edna Williams. Sara— Oh my dear! 1 am so delighted to see you! You haven’t any of you changed a bit! Here ' s Sara, married to a rich Esquimau, and just the same old Sara! Girls, hasn’t Sara the loveliest home? and (winking) the loveliest husband? Amelia (aside)— Yes, perfectly lovely. Has every window and door in the house open all the time, till we are most frozen to death. Edna — Yes, almost frozen, even if it is June. Deliver me from the Alaska lover, S’il vous plait. Adelia— Oh Edna! Do speak English! Even if you husband is a French poet, you need not always add your little French words. Of course, not that I cannot understand you. Didn ' t I take French of Madame Bonne Sykes? Of course I know what you mean, perfectly, but for the sake of the others, forbear. Amelia— Oh, Lucy! Did you know that while Edna was travelling in France, she met the dearest little French poet? Sara— It was a case of love at first sight, and in less than three months they were married. Just imagine always having someone to quote French poetry to you!

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22 THE HYAK. Erma 1 hat s just what John says. Let me see, you were seventeen when we were at school together, and nineteen years have passed since then. You must be — . Lucy (hastily) — Don ' t try your nerves by arithmetic, Erma; arith- metic is very hard on the nerves. Erma— That ' s just what John says. Jeannette (opening basket and producing a bunch of turnips)— Oh, Lucy, I nearly forgot. These turnips were raised on very scientific princi- ples. They grew in a mixture of coarsely ground clam shells and cla y. I was sure you would like them, for old maids always like turnips. Lucy (sarcastically)— Thank you, very much , my dear Jeannette. Nellie— M y husband, you know, is a physician. He says turnips are so good for the system, especially when eaten raw. Erma— That ' s just what John says. Nellie — We have uncooked turnips and bran mash every morning for breakfast. Uncooked foods, my husband believes, are the best, so for luncheon we have raw potatoes and Hax seed tea, and for dinner, bran mash again, and live fish. Really, a very enjoyable fare. Lucy— I don ' t wonder you are healthy-looking. Nellje — The children think it is the greatest fun catching the fish when they wiggle. Lucy— O h, it must save you a great deal of cooking. Jeanette— Yes, I do not have to cook anything at all for Nell. I just take a little of the bran mash that is fixed for the horses every night and morning. Lucy (aside) — Oh gracious! Horse feed! Edna, why are you gazing so intently out of the window? Edna— I was just looking to see how the weather is. I am always so anxious about my husband ' s ship. Lucy— W hat is the name of it? Edna — The ‘‘Fair Edna,” named after me, you know. Lucy— H ow lovely! Jeannette— We are so dusty, you know the farm wagon has no top. Hiram is going to make a canvass one for it when he gets time. Lucy — Wouldn ' t you like to go upstairs?

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24 THE HYAK. Lucy- Why, how lovely that must be! But I believe I would rather have Polly recite poems to me, than a man. Sara— Oh, Lucy, it’s a shame that you are the only old maid in the class, and we all had such hopes for you ! Lucy I m not sure its such a misfortune! Lara— Why, you used to be surrounded by the despised sex at all our parties. All our parties girls! We used to give so many! Adelia— Yes, didn ' t we? Two a year! if I remember rightly. But say, do you know the Delta Pi’s give a dance every Saturday night, now, and they have boys, too ! Edna— O h, ’Twas not like that in the olden days, in the days of long ago. Sara— Speaking of the Delta Pi’s, I guess you’re the only one, Lucy, who still has her Delta Pi pin. Why, my Pete asked me for mine, the night we were engaged. Edna— O f course, you gave it to him. Sara— I had told him some time before that no one could wear my Sorority pin unless we were engaged, and about a week from that night, he asked me if he might wear it. Wasn’t that the dearest way of propos- ing? Lucy— So you got your Pete that way. Well you got a lovely home into the bargain, too. Sara— Yes, I do think our little — Amelia — Little ! It only has about thirteen dozen rooms! Sara— Our little home is very cozy, and then you know what a col- lection of paintings we have. They are simply splendid. I often thought of you, Lucy, while we were choosing them, because you always were fond of art. What a pity that you never have had the opportunity of going abroad on a honeymoon. Adelia— Yes, Lucy, dear, it is a perfect shame. I just would not be an old maid. To be sure, didn ' t I propose to John, myself? But what are the odds, so long as you get a man in the end. Edna — T rust Dill to get there some way. Lucy— W hy, how did you manage it? Adelia— W T ell, you see it was just this way—