Butler High School - Butlerite Yearbook (Butler, MO)

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Enntntykt ilirurngv-Clinniinurh Friday morning dawned warm and beautiful. lt was a midsummer day. Gertrude and her mother worked busily all day and by evening the house was in perfect order. Then they decorated the house with beautiful plants and flow- ers. Tommy had said nothing more about the party and Mrs. Walters confided to Gertrude that Tommy was getting to be a little gentleman. Gertrude had sniffed disdainfully and said she didn't see much improvement. After an early supper Gertrude disappeared upstairs to get ready for the party and to sit before the glass and admire herself for an hour or two. Nlrs. Walters was busy, consequently she didn't notice the absence of Tommy. Never- theless, Tommy was not present. The guests began to arrive early and soon there was a merry crowd in the big parlor. After a while couples began to find seats in secluded places. The cozy corners behind the palms afforded ideal places for tete-a-tetes. A certain young gentleman and a certain young lady found themselves in one of these ideal places. The young lady suddenly felt a light touch on her hand and blush- ingly murmured Oh, for she thought it was the hand of the young gentleman. The touch became a pinch and looking down she- Ouch ! she screamed, hastily arising and rushing out into the room. For on her hand was a big black beetle. just then were heard answering screams of fright and dismay from all directions. Young ladies shook their hands wildly about and ran frantically here and there. The room was literally filled with buzzing, pinching, stinging and crawling bugs and insects. There were moths, grasshoppers, crickets, june bugs, lady bugs, and innumerable other sorts of bugs. Gertrude was frantic with anger and fright. Mother, mother, how in the world did all those things get in here! she wildly exclaimed. l'm sure l haven't any idea, her mother returned with a worried look on her face. Then suddenly she asked, Where's Tommy? Why, yes, where is Tommy? Gertrude repeated. And then it suddenly dawned upon their bewildered minds that Tommy, who always loved excitement, had been missing during the whole commotion. l think I can find him, Mrs. Walters said and walked quietly out to the sycamore tree. Looking cautiously in, she beheld the object of her search. But he was not alone. Billy was there also. The boys were seated on the ground with a large ice cream freezer between them. Both were armed with large spoons and were eating the contents of the freezer with great satisfaction, only stop- ping occasionally to take a piece of cake from the plate on the ground. just then Tommy swallowed a huge spoonful of ice cream and said contentedly, Re- venge is Sweetie HELEN L. CLARK, '19, A von Ly

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