Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS 29 III CTelegramJ The Pines, Oct. 15. Dear Imbecile: Expecting you on the 6:25 Monday, or I tell the boys. WARREN. IV CSpecial Deliveryj Iroquois, Sat., Oct. 15. Warren: The world's black! She 's gone. One of the fellows, Peters, here at the Club, an awfully good sort who has been with me on several occasions said he had seen Her board the train en route north at 1:30 this afternoon. Bribed the Porter to tell destination to no avail. Will be on the 6:25. V Revcry of a' Bachelor' ' CA1den back in New York, sitting before a cheery grate fire.D Well, back home again! Bachelor quarters look pretty good after all. And to think that two weeks ago I was madly in love and restlessly pacing this room like a caged lion! It isn 't a cage tonight, it 's a haven. But I did have a fine time. Warren always was a prince, his home is unusually at- tractive, and his wife-I certainly was more surprised than Warren, himself, when she returned so unexpectedly. Wouldn't he have been astonished to know that he was introducing me to the Dulcinea of my raving epistles of a few days previous. But I never batted an eye. Well, it's all right! She is a queen but Warren deserves the best in the world. Isn't it queer though how quickly a fellow can be cured when he suddenly faces the inevitable? It's 11:30! I believe 1,111 sleepy. I'll turn in.

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28 THE AEGIS A SHORT STUDY IN PSYCHOLOGY LUCILE SPALDING. I Iroquois Club, New York City, N. Y. Monday, Oct. 10. Warren-Dear old Chap: Just in receipt of your note asking me up to your place to finish out the season. You say the boys will all be there? We four again! After a lapse of two years-would seem pretty fine wouldn't it? How did you happen to think of it? Possibly if your wife hadn't decided to visit relatives, you wouldn't. Your wife must be quite wonderful, she gaged her visit at the same time she knew the ducks would be flying low, you say? An ideal woman. By the way, Old Man, now this is strictly confidential, make any old ex- cuse to the boys you will, but don 't expect me till end of week! It 's like this, l'm completely bowled over! Do11't mind telling you, for you 'll understand. But hang it! After all my vows, I wouldn't like the boys to know I've been hit pretty hard. It 's too good. Fact is, ,I don't in the least know who she is, yet. But. I mean to find out by Friday-and marry her. Y'see I have to meet her first, and all that, so if I may extend my invitation two or three days will be much obliged. The first time I ever saw her, she was just stepping out of her motor with couple of friends. What poise! What carriage! I decided then, if I ever met her I'd marry right off. After that, seemed as though everywhere I turned we'd run across each other-next at the Opera, etc. You know how it is, once you've been attracted to someone, you 're forever seeing her everywhere you turn? It's upsetting. Ineidentally, it's as surprising to me, as to you, having my whole life revolutionized this way. Last week, I was perfectly contented with single blessedness. Then all at once,-I've gone and done it. Doesn't seem exactly sane, do you think? If I can 't get there at all I'll wire you. ' Fraternally yours, ALDEN. II Thursday, Oct. 13. Warren-listen! I've seen Her just twice since my last letter. J ove! If l only had someone to present me. No one knows who she is-absolutely no one. Seems to simply arise from mist, star-dust, and blue clouds. Yes, I know l'm mad! But quite gloriously so! Think of the years I've wasted. Have just twenty-four hours more, is it not so? Something's wrong. Have haunted all the places today I've ever seen Her frequent and she's not to be found. But never mind-I 'll find Her. Hastily, ALDEN.

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30 THE AEGIS PAGES FROM THE DIARY OF A BUDDING AUTHOR JULIA HENNINGER. February 27th. Write a story. Those words mean sadness and tearing of hair to me. No! As I think about it, I don 't believe it will be so very hard. Spring Vacation will allow me to finish it properly. Now is the time to start. Sharpen a pencil, get a pad, arrange the cushions, place a plate of fudge conveniently near, and invoke the Muse. The Muse doesn't answer, so I'll wait awhile. 'lk 'lk 'lk if 'lk ll' It would seem that something isn't just right today 5 and, as there is plenty of time tomorrow, I'll wait. Meanwhile I'll look over that new magazine. I may get some inspiration. February 28th. O, dear! I didn 't get any inspirationg and I'1n afraid I am a procrastinator. H 'Tis never too late to mend. So I will start at once. What shall I write about? Something I understand real well, and it must be original too. The State Championship nearly fulfills every requirement but it couldn't be very interesting. A story about Spring would be very interestingg and-and-well if is the best, I think I'll try it. ' THE SPRING. The earth is awakening after a long winter's sleep. I hear the robin's sweet songsg and on banks of streams, pussy willows are showing their buds. O, that is too dry. I have heard it all before-. Almost always the best sellers are love stories, and they are interesting to high school students, too. I don't know whether to have the hair of the heroine Cher name is Loreleij black or auburn. Spun gold hair is nice, too, and is popular. She has a very magnetic personality. Every one is in love with her, from old Uncle Joe, who was eighty-eight last November, to Jimmy, our youngest newsy. And, then, a blond giant comes upon the scene and Lorelei falls in love with him. The rest of the people hate him for taking away their joy and pride. Pshaw! His hair must be dark, for blondes don't fall in love with each other. He can have Irish blue eyes and be a star athlete. There should be a mystery to my story. He can't understand why she goes off by herself so many times a week, and they have their first quarrel over it. However, the trips remain a secret until one day he reads in the morning paper that she has just finished a wonderful painting. I'll outline that story.