Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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“When You Want Anything Good go to DUNBAR’S.” - - - THE = ZEPHYRUS A Journal Devoted to Literature, School Notes, Athletics, Etc. VOLUME 2 ASTORIA, OREGON, DEC., 1905. NUMBER 2 A Christmas Surprise. JEANETTE Little “Sonny” sat on a stool near the old rocker Grandma Hust (as the children called her) occupied. “Grandma, can't I go home for Christ¬ mas this year?” “I’m afraid not, for you know mam¬ ma said you were to live with me until she sent for you.” Grandma sighed and tried to sooth the little fellow but all in vain, for she was thinking: ot his parents; wondering how they were getting along and how and where they should spend Christmas. She had not heard from them for six weeks. “Do you think Santa Claus will come and fill my stocking this year?” Tears came to his eyes; for he had lived with Grandma for three years, and each year he had hung his small, home-made stocking in the chimney, of the old farm house that his Grand¬ pa Hurst had built for Grandma when they were young; hut to his sorrow, all the toys he had desired td have and call his own had not yet arrived. He was tired of sweets for that was all he had ever received, with the ex¬ ception of the stockings and mittens Grandma had made. “Perhaps he will.” PETERSON. “But, Grandma, Santa Claus always came on Christmas, when I lived with mamma and papa. Is this too far away? Doesn’t he ever come out here?” Grandma took from the big pocket of her black satin apron, a large hand¬ kerchief bordered with black, and wiped from her eyes two large tears, that forced themselves out from under cover. “Never mind, darling, Sally is in the hall, you must get ready for bed now.” The little fellow without any hes¬ itation, prepared for bed, laying his wearing apparal in its natural order on the big wooden rocker, that stood idle by the fire place where Grandpa had last sat in it a week before he passed away, nearly two years ago. Just before Sail took the little fel¬ low off to his cozy little room, adjoin¬ ing Grandma’s, he knelt at her side and said his prayers: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. God bless mamma and papa and Grandma make me a good