Ball High School - Purple Quill Yearbook (Galveston, TX)

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'7fxe Ea!! . by Rose Mary Strain fx The blazing sun beat down unmerci- WH fully on the city of Chicago. Things - i seemed strangely still, although thou- . YQ, - A sands of people were busy at work. The ' f'fL thirteenth floor of the Guino Building l k g 4 certainly wasnlt the coolest spot on such , vw a luly day, and .the small corner near which was no window seemed to Toni f' about the hottest. Sh-e wiped her palms with her hand- l kerchief and pushed back her damp hair p fl She had piles of work to do yet, and if ,jp . 1 : -' I she didn't finish by five, she would have X to work overtime. She definitely didn't 1. i -1 ', want to do that this eveninff. She wanted 1 .r J Nl 2: J Tl. ll' ' ' to get home early to rest, so that she 5' V. would be refreshed for the big Guino Ball tonight. She started typing the letters with such renewed vigor that she didn't see Charlie when he came up. Careful you donlt break the keys off, beautiful. She glanced up at the messy-looking young man and smiled at him vaguely. No fear of that. They're stuck on plenty good. HVX7ell, I just don't want you to use up all your energy in this old officeg I want you to save some for tonightf' Uh-huh,', was the only reply. VVell, see you at 8 :30. Toni didn't even bother to say goodbye. She disliked Charlie, but he was her only possibility for getting to the dance. She had returned to her work when she noticed Mr. Golden com- ing out of his officeg she looked up, hopeful of some kind of recogni- tion. The glance he gave her, however, was anything but flattering. It was the same type one would give a messy desk or an overturned waste paper basket. She grimaced at his departing figure and con- tinued with her drudgery. 2: nk 3: :Qc :Zz After resting awhile, Toni looked much better. The dark circles that had surrounded her eyes had disappeared, and her lovely black 107

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meet him. Better hurry up. His name?-Oh, his name is Nathan Zainfeld. Nathan has loads of favorites, some of which are bread pudding, Ingrid Bergman, '1The Lost Weekend, and Forever Am- berf, His favorite subject is mathematics. Among his outside inter- ests, girls and dancing stand out on top, his pet aversion is English. Nathan has both musical interest and talent which came to light when he said his ambition was to be a violinist. All kinds of good luck to you, Nathan. Qtpiomai by Lois Scott Amy sat at her desk and wondered about Miss Price. The seventh grade history lesson was lost on her as she thought about the teacher. Miss Price would be really pretty, Amy decided, if she would only forget her shyness and fix herself up a little. Everybody would like her better, too, if she would talk to them instead of hurrying by in that mousy way of heirs, with no greeting but a shy smile. Amy thought she was about the sweetest person she knew, and she wanted to make other people think so, too. Usually, the teachers' lives-past, present, and future-were known to the students. Somehow, though, nobody could tell Amy much concerning Miss Price. For all her sleuthing, Amy had found that the teacher was not a local girl but had come about a year ago from a small town in Maryland. She had not made many friends, apparently, in the time she had been in town. Amy had done her best to be friendly. Several times she had complimented Miss Price on her dress or hairdo, although she occasionally had to cross her fingers behind her back to lessen her falsehood. Once, even, they had walked down the hall together. Her advances had been met politely, though not eagerly. Now Amy was ready with her big plan. After some persuasion, her mother had agreed to enlist in the great project. As soon as school was over, Amy would reveal it to Miss Price. The time came. Amy lingered behind the departing children and paused at the desk. Miss Price looked up. Yes, Amy, she asked kindly, do you want something? Mother sent you a note. Miss Price took the proffered envelope and read silently: Dear Miss Price: I am having a small tea at my home, 93 Oak Street, next Saturday at four o'clock, and I should be delighted if you could come. Amy has spoken of you often and has expressed the wish that we might become better acquainted. I hope that Saturday will provide the opportunity. Sincerely yours, Sheila Cartwright. Amy waited, tremblingly, while her teacher read it through a second time. Then, suddenly, her question was decided. Please tell your mother, Amy, that I shall be very glad to come. Oh, I'm so glad! Amy beamed. There are some real nice ladies coming. They smiled at each other in mutual friendliness and Amy skipped off, happy. Miss Price sat at her desk several minutes. Then she rose and went down town toward the New Dress Shoppe. 106

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