Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE H Y A K 9 JOE’S CHRISTMAS HI FT. I ho sweetest flower that blows I give you as we part: For you it is a rose, for me it is my heart. Little Joe as lie worked sang these words very softly, almost below his breath. and thought it almost the sweetest song he had ever heard. Jo worked hard and fast, his usually pale face flushed, his frail body aching from the weight of the large pieces of wood which he was piling. He did not heed this, however, except when he was twice compelled to stop and rest. For had he not a dear object in view? What was the pain compared to that ! It was Friday. The following Tuesday would be Christmas. Joes face brightened as he thought of the Christmas gift he was to give. “I know she will like it. he thought. He had been pondering for a long time as to what he should give his beloved teacher. 1 1 is heart sank that morning when he went to school, for the last day had come and he had thought upon nothing which was good enough for her that could be had for ten cents the sum a neighbor had promised for piling his wood. He had remained sad and abstracted all morning thinking of one thing and then another that he wanted to give her. but sadly shaking his head after each one as the vision of his lonely dime arose. The afternoon came with the problem still unsolved. The tears which had come to his eyes, while thinking of his disappointment, were quickly succeeded by a smile when he remembered now that the difficulty was cleared. This the teacher herself had unconsciously cleared; for. when singing the song she had gladly consented to sing for her pupils— the song he was softly singing to himself— a t their Christmas program that afternoon, the thought came to him that a rose at this time of the year would be just the thing. He finished his work, washed his hands and face, combed his hair and started for the florist ' s, not daring to trust the precious dime even to his pocket. He himself picked out the most beautiful rose in the store, and eagerly told the clerk he wished to purchase it. The clerk placed the beauty in his hands, and Joe in turn slipped the coin, still hot from his tight clasp, to the clerk’s hand.

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8 THE H Y A K talked at once, and the confusion was increasing momentarily, when Miss Mills, the principal, appeared. In a few moments she had quieted the girls, and learned from Florence the story of the hurytlar. Accompanied by several of the braver teachers, she started down- stairs in search of the burglar. Just as they reached the foot of the stairs the front door banged, and they heard rapid footsteps descending the front stairs. “He is gone. said Miss Mills, and her unconscious sigh of relief was echoed by the teachers. Order was restored and soon the Seminary was as still as the proverbial mouse. Outside, three young fellows were congratulating the erstwhile burg- lar on the success of his final initiation “stunt. From now on he was a member of the b »st fraternity in the high school. IN THE TWILIGHT. I ast of our dnv-dream comes to an end as the slowly fading sun touches the tfeetops on the hill, and out of the darkness, dim shadows rise which reach up. and away, stretching thenmelves to the skies. We see dimly the great old mill, w ' hich today was covered with golden light, and everywhere there seems stealing upon us a feeling of loneliness and sorrow for all the golden hours of sunlight, and youth, which fade, alas! too soon; and. when once lost, only the memory lingers with us at twilight to bless us alike with joy and sorrow. Hut twilight hours must come to us all, and if the golden hours of life were sweet and pun we have still their joy to remember. Life must have that dim vast twilight which brings us all to thoughts of prayer. Often when life is happy in the golden hours of youth, in twi- light Cornell its awe. thrilling us. We look to the sky whence cometh the light, and we are thankful for the stars which shine for us in the still dark hours of night. They seem to promise that another morning shall soon break forth with a glory that shall be everlasting. We dn not understand the clot ids and the shadows, and we often forget that the same kind Power that controls the winter controls also the spring, and twilight too is ruled bv that same Power, which causes the first sweet breath of morn. Olue KtNNicurr.

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10 THE H Y A K The clerk seemed about to say something but catching sight of the boy’s happy face, changed his mind, and with a smile opened the door for him. “That rose,” he said to himself, “cost a good deal more than ten cents, but I do not begrudge it; no, not at all. With his beautiful treasure in his hand, Joe hurried up the long bight of stairs of the Fisher block, and knocked with heating heart at Miss Terry’s door. Almost instantly the door was opened and the sweetest of voices said, “good evening.” With a heart too full for speech, he handed her his gift. Joe felt fully repaid by her delighted, “Oh, Joe, my dear, dear boy, how can you think of such sweet and beautiful things to do, and how can I thank you enough!” “You have. Miss Terry,” he replied; “indeed you have. I wanted to give you this,” he went on. “because you sang the rose song this afternoon. Please will you sing it. for me again— just for me alone, by myself?” “Surely I will,” she said, “right now.” and she bent down and kissed him. Tired but happy, little Joe crep into bed that night. Contentedly he murmured as he fell asleep, “Dear Lord. I think Thee.” Flora Schively. THE MODERN COLLEGE GIRL. It was tonight that Grace Vienne was expected to arrive home for her birthday vacation. She had been away for several months attending a young ladies ' Seminary, and had adopted many little college phrases from her classmates. Her father, who was a grocervman in a little country town, was at the depot with the old horse and the delivev wagon to meet her. When the cars stopped in the depot a bewitching array of skirts and a wide-brimmed hat stepped daintily from the coach and bung itself into the elderly man’s arms. “Why, you superlative dad!” she exclaimed. “1 am more than captivated with your dear presence.” The old gentleman was somewhat surprised at this greeting, but when he recognized the sealskin coat he had paid for with his gray mare he planted a kiss where it would do the most good with a report that