Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

Page 23 text:

THE AEGIS 21 night, just as the grandfather's clock struck eight, the Judge came to call. This had been the case for ma11y years and would probably happen for many more. It had unconsciously become a habit for him to call at eight and leave at nine-thirty. She even wore the same black silk dress on every occasion, but at eight o'clock tonight, she was not there to open the door for him, so he walked in. QKeys had long ago disappeared from the doors.l He blinked as he entered the softly lighted room. No doubt, he missed not having Miss Selina silently open the door. He appeared to be strangely restless tonight. He looked around and saw Miss Selina coming down the stairs. He turned to put down his hat. I love you, said a voice sweetly soft, yet with a notice- able break in it. It was at once a question and an exclamation. Miss Selina who was crossing the room to cooly give the Judge her ha11d, as was their custom, gasped. The Judge, turned to the trembling Selina, startled. Go to it, continued the bird in no gentle tones. A smile slowly broke on the ster11 face of the Judge, as though his leathery skin cracked at the un- aecustomed effort. He held out his hands, Come Selina, we have waited quite lo11g enough. Their eyes met and her gaze fell quickly to the floor and be- fore she k11ew what she was doing, she was in his arms. Some time later, the Prices were at dinner when the mother said, You can 't guess what I heard this morning. She didn 't wait for them to guess. The Judge and Selina are going to be married and that spiteful Mary Jenkens says that she probably proposed, herself. The children looked at each other, with expressive glances. Maybe, she did, said Bob calmly, Its leap year, and he continued eating his dinner as though nothing had happened. Well you do beat all, and Mrs. Price dropped her hands in her lap, and looked at her family in disgust. COMPLEINT OF A SENIOR T0 HIS PURSE QApologies to Chaucerj. DOROTHY VANPETTEN. To you, my purse and to non other Wight Compleyne I for ye be my closest friende I am so sory now that ye be lyghte For certes, I have nothing now to spende Me were as leif my life would ende For which unto your mercy thus I crye Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye.

Page 22 text:

20 THE AEGIS Why yes, I guess so, if you keep at it long enough. How about it, old Poll? said Dick, turning around to look at the bird who hopped discon- solately around in her cage. f Polly wants a cracker! she said crossly. I love you! said Bob, distinctly to the bird. Oh, my land, Polly answered with a croak of fright and a flutter of feathers. They all laughed and turned their attention to Polly, who was very nervous. Well, that sounded like Miss Selina, didn't it, said Betty going back to her papers with a sigh. Well its leap year said Bob meaningly. A few days later, Mr. and Mrs. Price were again at their table. From the dining-room came much laughter and talking. I just can 't imagine what those children are up to, said Mrs. Price to her husband, dropping her knitting into her lap. How's that? said Mr. Price, looking up sharply from the map, on which he was tracing the latest marches in the war. Well something's up, she said decidedly, for they have been laughing to themselves, and I never knew them to be so affectionate! She stopped for breath and took up her knitting again. Why Bob is always letting Betty know he loves her and then, Dick says, go to it, and then they all laugh. Even the parrot has caught it. Mr. Price went back to his absorbing occupation and said absently, Oh well, they 're all right. ' H 'Tisn't natural for children to be so affectionate. Mrs. Price was un- satisfied for she knew that healthy growing sisters and brothers didn 't spend so much of their time, telling how they loved each other. So the days passed. and Polly acquired many new words for her vocabulary, and she was especially efticient in talking slang, but her intuition failed to tell her just when and where to use it. At length Miss Selina came back, breathing a sigh of relief at getting away from the everlasting noise of the elevated. Before she took off her new city coat she came over to get her parrot. Polly was very quiet as she was carried back to her accustomed place in the sunny parlor window but Miss Selina was overjoyed to hear her say crooningly, as she fMiss Selinaj came tripping down the stairs, I love you. Why you darling Pollyll' cried Miss Selina, with tears of joy in her eyes. So you did miss me! She playfully stuck her fingers through the bars of the cage to scratch Polly 's head. Go to -! said Polly crossly, and then Miss Selina wept. Do you wonder that she cried? She was all alone, day after day, and her only companion in all the years since her father died, was the bird. But as the tears ran down her cheeks, she looked with a start at the calendar,- Thursday-and at the clock-seven-thirty- Oh dear me! She jumped up and hurried up the stairs, the bird forgotten, for on every other Thursday

Page 24 text:

THE AEGIS Now believeth me I wish ere hyt be nyghte That you ageyn your blissful service lende I needs must use your contents quite To buy a picture to the Aegis for to sende And I do now toward graduation wende I need thy comfort and good companye Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye. Now purse, ye be to me a necessitye And with all ye parties that ha' been And all ye other parties that will be That ye be empty now is ne'er a joke For certes, I now do be dead broke But yet I pray unto your majestye Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye. THE SANDWICH SALE A Member of B. H. S. Down the hall clattering, All of them chattering, Busy tongues pattering, The mothers arriveg Our spirits revive, When we think of the nourishment, Gastric encouragement, And all other benefits we shall derive. Sandwiches? Yes, galore, Piled high on desk and floor, Blocking each class-room door. And into the hall At the bell's stringent call We rush with vociferous Outcries, horriferous, , And the eorridor's packed from the stairs to the wall Sandwiches small and great Fly by us, while we wait, And if we're not too late Perhaps we'll get one And eat on the rung