Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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THE BLUE MOON 51 JlMMIE'S BUGBEAR HJIMMIE, Jimmie Stocking! called Mrs. Housekeeper, come here this minute! If you're late, Mrs. Washtub will be angry. Where are you, Jimmie? Mrs. Housekeeper could never be sure what Jimmie Stocking would do. Sometimes, as today, he would hide so that she could not send him to Mrs. Washtub who, he said, scrubbed too hard and always got soap in his eyes. Well, Mrs. Housekeeper would reply, if you would only lie still and not squirm so much, she wouldn't have to get soap in your eyes. Goodness knows, I don't blame her for scrubbing hard: you do get awfully dirty hiding under the bed. Jackie Low Shoe, have you seen Jimmie Stocking anywhere? Not since he left me last night. He scampered off under the book-case, I think. Thank you. I'll look there. Mrs. Housekeeper gathered up Edith Rompers from the floor. She scolded her a little for having lost Betty Button. and then set her on a chair with Billy Pajamas and Alice Gingham Dress before she went in search of Betty Button, whom she Hnally found crying in a corner. Betty was so happy that she hopped along beside Mrs. House- keeper. who soon had her safely sewed on Edith Rompers again. Then Mrs. Housekeeper continued looking for Jimmie Stocking. She looked under the book-case, and under the bed: she poked around in dark corners and in the little cubby-hole of a closet under the stairs: but Jimmie was hiding in none of these places. Meanwhile Mischief, the dog, was getting worried. He didn't want Jimmie to be washed: he liked him just the way he was, all smelly and dirty. Why, if Jimmie was washed, he wouldn't be able to track him at all when they played hide-and-seek. No, Jimmie mustn't be found! Sneaking behind the kitchen stove, where he knew Jimmie was hiding, Mischief picked him up in his teeth, and watching his chance, darted out the door. Every now and then he peeked around the lilac bush to see if he was being watched, while he buried Jimmie. He dug a hole with his front feet, and laid Jimmie in it. Then he pushed the dirt over him with his nose. Wagging his short, stubby tail in an alert, cocky manner, he trotted back to the house, well pleased with himself. It was this very air of assurance that finally caused his downfall. Amused by the self-satisfied expression on Mischief's face, Mrs. House- keeper smiled to herself. When she asked him if he had seen Jimmie, he merely looked up into her face, his tail wagging excitedly, and his brown eyes radiating innocence. It was when he raised his head to look at her that she noticed the dirt all over his nose. Mischief, what have you been doing? What did you bury? Immedi-

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THE BLUE MOON 53 ately Mischief's head drooped. With his tail between his legs, he made for the kitchen stove. ' Now Mischief's greatest fear and abhorrence was the fly-tox sprayer. Twice Mrs. Housekeeper had sprayed him with it for fleas. Mischief watched Mrs. Housekeeper, with the sprayer held menacingly in front of her, advance slowly to where he lay cringing behind the stove. Mischief, where haue you buried Jimmie? Mischief shivered. 'iAnswer me! and she pushed the sprayer nearer him. Mischief looked at her implor- ingly and started toward the door. Mrs. Housekeeper followed him over to the lilac bush, and stood over him, while he slowly dug up the limp and panting form of the almost suffocated Jimmie Stocking. A dog's point of view, since it is dominated by a person's will, is very easily changed. Mischief was overjoyed at the timely rescue of Jimmie and dashed off around the house to tell his adventure to anyone who would listen. In the meantime, Jimmie, whose little heart was nearly bursting with gratitude, willingly turned inside out in preparation for his weekly visit to Mrs. Washtub. BARBARA KECK, 1933 THE WAY OF ALL FLESH MISS EASY-LED sat in front of the crackling fire, book in hand, and spectacles on nose. Almost every evening one could find her in this position, for reading was her favorite diversion. The scholarly undertaking was suddenly interrupted by the precipitous entrance of three of Miss Easy-led's school friends, who were well liked, but often disapproved of. Their names were Miss Gad-about, Miss Pleasurelove, and Miss Leisure. As Miss Easy-led reluctantly put aside her book, Read Much and Learn Little. Miss Gad-about rushed at her as if she were afraid someone would tell her news first. On the other hand, Miss Pleasurelove dove for the candy box on the table, while Miss Leisure stretched herself out on the sofa with a pyramid of pillows at her back. My dear! gushed Miss Gad-about. 'iHave you heard the news? It is just simply too ravishing! Do you know that divine man I met at the prom last week? Yes, l'm sure you do. Well anyway, it's just simply too thrilling! And I've gone around to all the girls to tell them the wonderful news, and it's just too wonderful for words! Of course, you weren't at the prom, but you must have heard me speak of him. You know, Mr. Know- the-world is his name, and he's just too divine! Well anyway, here's the news. He's asked me to go to the dance at that new dance hall, Money- wasted, and you have to pay ten whole dollars to get in! Isn't it just simply too ravishing? And now that you have finished that, came a muflled voice from the sofa. how about telling her about us?