Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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T H E A E G I S A SANDWICH SALE SUSAN HAMMITT. fWith Apologies to Walter Scottj The club at morn of Mothers all, Assembled in the High School Hall, And full their tables they had laid With sandwiches that they had made. And when the bell upon the wall Had sounded thru the rooms and hall, The famished students' hungry roar Resounded forth from every door, And hear, from far off tables see, The hurried bang of lock and key. J ammed near the tables the opening pack, Coins, dimes and jitneys, paid them back, For many a hungry glutton crunched The delicious sandwiches, as their lunch. Five hundred pigs ate Munich and many Scattered five hundred coins, if any, The mothers' faces beamed about, Five hundred eaters bought them out. With books in hand and sandwiches sold They rest their jaws, so we are told. Crowded the fountain, all those that thirst, Each tried his best to be there first. Then Wallis, from his perch on high, Cast on the crowd a wandering eye,' ' Till near the clock, the bell was pressed, And pupils hurried back to rest C ?D Few, and much fewer, their articulations Were heard in the hall in deep conversations, And silence settled, wide and still, On the old school, just at his will. 29

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THE AEGIS Yes'm, thank you. Guess I'm sort of late, he meekly replied. His hostess had pushed aside the portiers and ushered him in. The three professors to whom he recited were seated in the brightly lighted library. How- ard seated himself in a high stiff backed chair and pulled at a button on his coat, nervously wishing that he be unnoticed. The men were undoubtedly discussing matters of which he knew little and he was not bothered. But soon the conversa- tion took a musical turn. By the way, I wish some of you would play the violin, the host said. I have a fine old instrument here, but it has been years since I have used it. Can- not one of you play? I got it out this evening hoping We might have a little con- cert. I 'm rather hungry to hear it.' 7 Sorry, but I'm no musician, one answered. HForgotten all I ever knew, another. But unnoticed, Howard slipped to the floor, tiptoed over to the piano and took down his violin. I will not try to describe the music as the strings responded to his masterful bow, but after two or three measures, the men stopped speaking. The remainder of the evening passed as in a dream. It was several hours before Howard fell asleep, tired, but happy. HHa! Ha! That is a good one on you, Rud. 'tBully for you, Rud, you're a bear at playing jokes. If I couldn't do any better than that I'd stop trying to fool the Freshies, H were a few of the greetings that reached Radford as he came out upon the campus Saturday morning. I-Iuh! what's the matter, anyway? he asked, moving a little more slowly. Look at this paper if you want to know, Davy shouted, grinning sar- castically at Rud. He held up a sheet of a local paper and pointed to a ection in the society news. It read: Professor and Mrs. Williamson very pleasantly enter- tained a few friends at dinner last evening. A most enjoyable feature of the evening was several violin numbers rendered by Mr. Howard Jennings, an accom- plished young musician from Baltimore, who is now a student at the Academy. The boy was stupified for a few seconds. Then a most sheepish grin ap- peared. Well, what do you know about that! he ejaculated. 1exqwvC,ggvg?'vef?H-f'2vj-snfs?Qy5g,?fff vw ' it V e we s Qkyll if 28

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