Bishopthorpe Manor School - Manorisms Yearbook (South Bethelehem, PA)

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l told Now l hesi- Arm- nd out y what i, Colo- itly her e called and her do you iirls let's ' Down a sh-sh, t? Girls, REIGNER. There's a dear little woman, who lives 'cross the Way And while yo-u are with her the world is all gay, And her husband, well he is the best man on earth, And no one here can know how great is his Worth, Of course they're the Wfyants as all of you see, And Without them Weld hate to- think, what Bishop- , thorpe would be. We'll sing of his praises 'til his last day has come And still shall We marvel at how much he has done. - i K. M. B. ., ,JL

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All sorts of ideas flashed through his mind. Could her name be Jane Austin? And he had told l e' that he thought jane Austin queer. O, why hadn't Betty told him her name when she 'phoned? Now 1 1 he remembered liiow oddly she had acted when he said that jane was a queer girl, and how she had hesif ' Helen Arm- d l l asked her her name O he saw itiall now. Perhaps after all her name was tate W ien ie . , strong and she had borrowed the handkerchief. He would hope for the best anywayfno-, he would find out ' ' ' ' l h t that very night. He would go. to- vV111SlOVV,S room and look at his Smithson catalogue. That s exact y w a he would do if ever he reached his Frat house. W'hen he finally did get home, he rushed for the catalogue. There was the name, jane Austin, Coloe E 'd tl her d Breathlessly he searched for Helen Armstrong, but it was not to be found anywhere. vi en y ra o. name was jane Austin. Satisfied as to thattpoint he went to his room to think the thing out. He called . , d h h' lf ll orts of names but of what use was that-that would not mend matters. He would sen er imse a s some roses in the morning-probably that would help. With that he went to bed, but notto sleep. Several nights after, much to the surprise of every one, Jane Austin had a caller. VVhat do- you ? G' l l t,s think of that, said one of the girls, jane, queer little jane, having a caller? Isn't it ridiculous. ir s e go down and peep. I know that she is fussed to death and I think that it will be great fun tor peep. Down they tiptoed, one by one. Stay there, I'll peep first, cried Mary, who was now at the parlor door. en a s ar girlsf' and she was at their sides again. VVhy, girls, who do- you think it is? Vifould you believe it? Girls, it's Jack Dennison. Th it t and a sh-sh, BLANCHE REIGNER.

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