Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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.. QAEGIS .. Then it is just the medicine I need, said David quietly. It was too bad that Phyllis' face was turned away for he could not see the warm understanding look in her eyes. The next moment she exclaimed joyously, t'The tang of this salt air al- ways makes me want to pack a bag- and go travelling. It suggests the ad- venture and romance of the countries over the sea. David seemed to have been lost in reflection. '4Yes,l' he said gently, Travel is interesting, but after all there is no place as satisfying as the port of home. You see, he added whimsically, my ship has been drifting aim- lessly from one port to another, but when I came to' know your family it found a quiet harbor. Phyllis was gazing out to sea, a little smile on her lips. And then Phil, he continued, It all depends upon having a comrade along who enjoys it too, a real comrade. They are rare, so rare that when you do find one it is hard to give her up! True friendship can never be broken, replied Phyllis, then why must you give her up? But if you have won it under false pretenses, have even used an as- sumed name! VVould it stand the test? He waited, breathless, for her answer. The minutes slipped away before it came. Then Phyllis turned, and her clear eyes met his unwaveringly. David Porter Russell, she said her voice vibrant, I made my decision long ago. She smiled at his evident bewilderment. Did you think I did not know who you were? Then she added demurely, I suppose I should be very angry, but somehow I am not a bit. Maybe it is just because you're you! Study Hall Day Dreams As I sit idly in the study hall, regardless of Miss Monroe, or Miss Inman's violent and pathetic orations upon wasting time and slaughtering minutes, the people in their respective seats take on a new aspect, and I am gently wafted away-living in the year of 193-. Is it possible that I see in my vision the little golden haired girl with curls, that sits to my right in everyday life-and what part might she be playing in my reverie? She is playing a ha.rp before an audience of spell bound listeners, and her name is known from coast to coast as a celebrated harpist. Another figure ilits before me in my fancies. A boy-now famous-a cartoonist-known throughout the country-in the New York Herald, The Sun, and The Tribune, his name countersigns the most laughable of all caricatures. And to think I sat with him in Study Hall-. Then one by one I see my friends. Some have become great authors, others engineers, those who used to patter in physics and Chemistry Labs-great Chemists or Physicists, many are famed far and wide as great actors or actresses. I see one in particular, a girl I knew well, whose dark hair and vivacious eyes as well as dramatic ability won her praise and respect from her audiences. Then I am startled. Some one has thrown a penny, and my fancies leave as the keeper of the hall looks as though I had committed one of the seven deadly sins my indulging in a day dream-And I leave all my noted friends behind. Never mind' dear friends, don 't get puffed up over it, cause after all it was only a dream. D0C77 O7DID. 29 -2 192.3 Q-

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.. MIEGIS .. ness and kindliness which was his own. It won the good-will of even the slow- moving and slower-thinking Joe Trumbull, who had an inherent grudge against city-fellers. At last the final shipment of berries had been sent and still there was no word from John. That afternoon, Phyllis paused on her way upstairs, at the half-opened door of the little room, which the Grahams laughingly called their Hmusic room. Someone was playing an old Irish folk-song, and with such skill and charm that she caught her breath with delight. Sometimes it was hauntingly sweet and plaintive, then again it sug- gested fairies dancing in the moonlight so gay and sprightly itl was, and Phyllis would be smiling through a mist of tears. Surely it could not be Alice who was creating such wonderful harmony from the old piano. Phyllis had thoughtfully returned to the living room before the young man was aware of her presence. He would have been dis- turbed from his reverie, if he knew that she had been aware of his. Mrs. Graham looked up with a smile at her entrance. Alice was playing unusually well, wasn't she? Your father liked that old song. Phyllis only smiled for answer. The puzzled look in her eyes was replaced by one of certainty, as if she had found the answer to a troublesome question. Oh by the way, Phyllis, said Mrs. Graham, pausing to thread her needle, I heard from Cousin Agatha today. Mm, the family press agent. And what did she have to say? Many things. Among them that David Russel whom we were speaking of just the other day, has returned from abroad. He is quite a musician, I understand. ' ' Indeed, replied Phyllis demurely. I think her news is a little old, however. Her mother looked up with a puzzled expression, but Phyllis had vanished. The next day found Phyllis and David following the narrow woodland path which wound up the side of Tallyho Mountain. He was preoccupied, even grave she noted, and impulsively she laid her hand on his arm. What is troubling you David? she asked gently. You did not even see that little bobolink who was flirting with you from the barberry bush. The shadow lifted from his face for a moment. '4If he was a bird of taste, he had eyes only for you. Perhaps I was mentally registering the fact that soon I shall be homeless, a wanderer on the face of the earth. The strawberries have all gone to market, so I must go too! In his bantering tone Phyllis de- tected a note of sadness. But before I leave I must tell you or rather confess- f'No, no, she interrupted merrily, VVait until we reach the top. It is an ideal place for confessions, with that restful view below. But I must explain - Sometime you may, replied Phyllis calmly. Though comrades don't require explanations. Beside they take away the thrill that comes from the uncertainties. ' ' What a girl you are! cried David with genuine admiration in his eyes. They climbed for a half-hour in silence. The vegetation had become more sparse, because of the high altitude, and when they reached the summit, a few scrubby pines were the only survivors. 0h! cried Phyllis in delight, This glorious view! It makes me feel at peace with the world. Sometimes when I am rather out of tune with it, I come up here, and somehow, all the cobwebs are brushed away from my mind. 28 -531923 KC'

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