Cary High School - YRAC Yearbook (Cary, NC)

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climbed aboard, and lie said that he had kept up with all of our members except Kunioe Penny and me. I told him I had .seen Eunice in one of the northern cities, acting as a IMiliceman since her huslmnd had lost his job. She seemed to know how to handle the Hilly” strongly as though she was used to it. She had gone north where woman suffrage had come to pass, and she could vote. I st«»pped in ('ary. It was not like it had liecn ten years ago. but Ila House was. Ila was such a good girl, that she was perfectly satisfied to have the birds sing around her artistic little door. She was loved by all in the little village of (.’ary, because of her kindness and modesty. While I was at home. I was lonely, yes lonely. One morning the papers had a notice- able discussion in them. Harvard University had been made a co-ed institution, and Caynelle Yates and Rachel Ivey had finished there. The papers said Caynelle had mar- ried the president, and Rachel, who acted as maid of honor, would follow her example at an early date. There was a letter at my home which had been there for six months: but, as my mother did not know my address, she had not forwarded it. It was from Daisy Hunter. My eyes tilled with tears—we had been such chums. Always, we had such jolly times together. Now she was in far away Washington, where she was filling the home of Senator Little very charmingly and nobly. She said that Little things were a great deal of trouble. I was thinking, as I finished reading the letter, that all my friends had amounted to something to the world. Cleo and Terrene Holloman were two very successful girls. They had finished one of the Northern Colleges with Magna ('um Laude.” and had married men whom they had met in their college days, and settled down to life. Mr. Brady had grown a mustache and was living at his fathers old home—one of the most successful sawmlllers of Wake county. K. ('. Jr., was very much like his father. I thought one night, as I sat on the porch, of my own life. My days had been glad ones because I had made them so; but I would «lie unwept, unhonored, and unsung.” O. that was the train blowing! Did I dream all that, or did I see it in the red hot coals? I hustled out and was soon on my way to Italelgh. - Phopiictkss. Pag c Tic ent g- five

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