Annie Wright School - Shield Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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8 H Y A K hands; I have known her to continue in this a quarter of an hour, ’ quoted Edna in turn. “Yet here’s a spot, ” and Louise patted Martha on the hand. “Hark! she speaks; I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly,” went on Lorna. Then Louise : “Out, damned spot! out, I say! Who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him!” This was too much. The girls went off in a gale of laughter, laugh- ing until they were limp and breathless. When they had recovered a little, Edna asked: “But what will you do about dinner? You can’t wear gloves at the table. “Oh, and Miss Heath has invited that nephew of hers from Port- land, and he will be at our table for dinner, added Lorna. “Well,” answered Martha, “we’ll put all the powder on the backs of our hands that will stick, and I’ll ask Miss Heath to move us down to the other end of the table. No, you ask her, Lorna, and ask her not to tell.” But too late, the girls had returned to their hair-dressing. “I have looked forward so to this party and now it’s spoiled.” “It really is too provoking for words,” she went on, after the other meeting Adams Heath. You know he was here last year at Thanksgiv- ing, and Lorna has raved about him until I am just wild to meet him. They say he is a very brilliant conversationist. Oh, well, such is life!” The twins were very quiet as they came up from the ball, and went straight to their rooms, without lingering to talk with the other girls. “Had a good time, Peggy?” asked Martha, listlessly, beginning to take down her hair. “Pretty fair. I’m dead tired. Does your head ache still?” “Yes, it has ached all evening, and I felt so heavy and dull.” “And this was our June Ball, that w T e ve looked forward to so long.” “Did you dance with Mr. Heath at all?” queried Martha. “Yes, I had the fifth waltz with him. But Madge Jenkins had just been barn-dancing with him, and I just know she told him about our dyeing and all. He kept looking at my gloves so mischievously, then he sat out a dance with me and began quoting poetry, and said some- thing about ‘rosy-fingered dawn.’ ” “The mean, teasing, horrid man!” stormed Martha. “Oh, I don’t think he meant to be hateful, at all. But I was so fussed, I couldn’t think of a thing to say, and I know he thought I was a perfect fool. Oh, well. I’ll never see him again, most likely.” It was more than three years before they met again, but when they met the second time — w T ell, that is another story. D. F. WILLOUGHLY, 11.

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H Y A K 7 returned in triumph with Sue’s peroxide, May’s ammonia, a can of Dutch cleanser from one of the bathrooms, and an extra washbowl borrowed from Kate. They set to work with stern determination and in silence. After some time Margaret asked timidly: “Are you gel- ting it off, Martha ?” “I’m getting the skin off, I believe,” answered Martha, griml . “I suppose the dye will come with it, but I doubt if our hands will look much better with the skin off.” “Mine smart awfully,” sighed Margaret, “and I can’t see that they are a bit whiter. Oh, we can’t go to the ball!” and her voice broke with a sob. “Don’t cry, Peggy, for goodness sake. Do you want to make your eyes as red as your hands?” Margaret giggled in spite of herself. “I’m going down to see if Miss Patterson is in.” Martha continued, “if there is any way out of this , she’ll know it and she’ll help us.” In ten minutes she returned, radiant. “Miss Patterson says that she will ask Miss Edmonds if we mayn’t wear gloves to the ball. Those long white ones that we had for the Junior Prom, aren’t much soiled. There ’8 one thing, though,” and her face fell a little, “we’ll have to let the girls know why we wear them. You know Miss Edmonds told the girls expressly not to wear gloves, because it is an informal affair and she doesn’t want the girls to think they must dress elaborately.” “I don’t mind their knowing, really, if it weren’t for Madge Jen- kins,” said Margaret, resignedly, “but she has been too hateful for anything lately, and I know she is just waiting for a chance to be mean.” “You know why, don’t you? Miss Everett selected five of your drawings for the studio exhibition and only one of hers. Oh, well, don’t you care. Cold cream your hands good and thick and lie down for a while. I’m going to take down this ‘Engaged’ sign. The sooner people know now the better.” It was not ten minutes before there came a loud rap at the door and Louise burst in. “Goodness! I’m glad you’re awake at last! Lend me your curling iron, Pat? For mercy’s sake, child, what have you done to your hands? Oh, look at Peggy, too! Edna! Lorna! Come in here, will you, and look at this!” A babel of laughing questions followed, as the others came running in. Martha explained, still dabbing nervously at her knuckles with cold cream. “Ah! What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands,” began Lorna. “It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her

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H Y A K 9 MISS WILLIAMS WRITES HOME The Annie Wright Seminary, Tacoma, Wash., May 2, 1910. My dear Sister: The gentle field day, so long and strenuously prepared for, has come upon us and departed. Praise be! no bones are broken, no arms re- moved, not even the sound of hysterics still lingers. The sophomores won the basket-ball game, hence the 4 ‘Bishop Keator cup” goes to them. The score was seven to twelve. I rather imagined the sopho- more class would win, for they are such clever little girls. Last night the Juniors were pledged into the Senior Sorority. Therefore, I deemed it advisable to visit the respective domiciles of the members of the Junior class. I started on my round of calls at the gentle hour of three a. m. and was fortunate enough to find many of those whom I called on “out.” However, I managed before the evening was over to see nearly all of them crowded into their friends’ domiciles. The funny part of it was, though, that as soon as 1 appeared they hurried away. Take, for instance, what happened at the home of the Misses Kellogg — when I went in several young ladies were there having a splendid time, but as soon as I came, they left — really I was tempted to think I was the cause of it. Then I proceeded down to Addie Young’s room, where I found Miss Robb reading a Bible that looked suspiciously like one of M. J. Holmes’ books, and Addie in a supposedly devout posture that looked too much as if a basket of fruit might be dangling outside her window’ from the room above hers. I interrupted the Bible reading, sent that pious young Miss to her own apartments and requested that the other lady should retire. From here I sauntered up to the third floor, where I found the noble Seniors foregathered in the east end hall. Inquiring anent their business there at that unholy hour, I w’as informed that they w r ere awaiting the appearance of the comet. “Which,” the fair- haired Bessie explained, “according to the Juniors’ astronomical cal- culations would appear at 3:30 a. m.” I opined that it would be well to adjourn, as it was well known that the Juniors were apt to make miscalculations on the time, but promised that if the comet pierced the gloom before I retired I w ' ould call them. I continued my march to the “Wade Inn” (as called be- cause one has to pick one’s way around trunks, boxes, etc.), the home of Mary Louisa (to get the effect be careful to pronounce the name Mary Lo-ui-sa), where I found a goodly number of jolly Juniors com- fortably established. I begged them to tell me what their occupation was in Miss Mary’s room at the break of day, and was informed thax these demoiselles were awaiting the departure of the Seniors. “Be-