Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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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.

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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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THE AEGIS 31 March 13th. All my hopes are blighted. Father found my story and said he wouldn't have me thinking of such slush to say nothing of writing it. March 24th. I don't know what I can do, for this is Friday, the last day of Spring vacation and I haven't had any fun yet. I know I can 't write a story. People say that if once you give up, it is much easier the next time to give upg but what is the use of trying to do the impossible? That would be wasting time! I used to think I should like to be an author and get lots of letters from an admiring publicg but now I know better. There is no admiring public, only teachers or fathers or-something like that. SPRING-TIME FRANCES MITCHELL. When Springtime bursts with her blossoms, After the winter so drear, And the gay feathered folk fill the forests, 'Tis the loveliest time of the year. The wildflowers bloom in their radiance And the wood is a carpet of blue With the sweet clumps of violets nodding In their shady beds washed by the dew. The dainty hepaticas blooming In ravines so shady and deep Are the very first signs that sweet Springtime Has wakened the tlowers from sleep. The gay little brooklets come rippling Thru the dark and leafy dells, And the song of their joy is reechoed By the fragrant, fresh blue-bells. Then, Jack-in-the-pulpit, so haughty And Sweet William, so humble and true Have sprung from their green, leafy couches For their share of Springtime, too. How oft we have gone to the Wildwood To gather the sweet treasures there, And have found the white, waxy triliums With their fragrance and beauty so rare. So the birds and the flowers rejoicing With their fragrance and music divine, Make us, too, join the glad carol To welcome the happy Springtime.