Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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X Baby. BY GEOR FUGATE. OFESSOR GOODWILLY was completely Wrapped up in the study of antiquities. But his soul contained too much of the milk of human kindness to refuse to receive his niece as his Ward. . An uncle, living in Pai-is,had left the professor guardian of Baby So it is that We find Mr. Goodvvilly, Who had not the least acquaintance With babies, sitting before his book-case endeavoring to read up on this subject. Taking a dictionary, the antiquarian found that a baby is an infant or young child of either sex. Humph, I knew that already, said he. Then the book Was closed With a snap, and Gray's phys- iology taken out to see if it gave any information on the all-engrossing subject. Babies must be kept Warm, so it said. The professor rang the bell, which summoned Mrs. Mothring, his housekeeper. He asked her to have three bolts of flannel sent up. Mrs. Mothring departed With a look of amazement on her rotund face. The learned man sat down and picked up a magazine. I-le chanced upon an advertisement for a baby food, and thought of ordering several bottles. But before he deter- mined upon this he saw another which swore by all the gods of the universe that it was the best and only reliable infant food in the market. What was the poor man to do? The next moment he

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DEAR MARGARET.-Like most people, I have come to the conclusion that friendship is not enough. Even you think that, donlt you. Here her heart beat so fast she had to stop reading for a moment. Then he does love me, she thought, I was afraid he didn't. - I have not both- ered you very much lately, because I knew you were so busy with your book. Otherwise I should have told you this before now. I hope you won't censure me too severely for marrying. Daisy is a lovely girl and I couldn't help falling in love- Her hand dropped and she sank back in her chair. What was the matter with her? Shouldn't she be glad that her friend had found happiness? Not now, but she would try to rejoice with him. Oh, Why did every- thing look so dreary? Didn't she want to live anymore? Yes, she must. Her work is to free women. Oh, what a farce that was, but life is a tragedy compared to it. Hark! a footstep! It is he! Oh, she can't see him now. She can't say she's happy. The person has stopped in front of her door and knocks. Before she can answer, Kate enters with the lamp. f- Q LM : -,xml F2 4? A 4 -,..,...-gh

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saw still another recitation of the virtues of a certain brand. Under these circumstances there was but one thing for the professor to do. Again calling Mrs. Mothring, he asked her to order a couple of r .i..a.T 52' , p bottles of each brand, ex- Z Z plaining to her that he , iifg p had been left guardian of fs . l i Oh! how nice she ex- ,I if.: -' 1 7 f ' f l claimed. ffriow I Shan 'ffl I ' -. 1 1 likghfhg asa? lgttie Jliolti' w '-.lvixpi , e epar e , u re urn- 'ii ed in a few minutes, bring- ly ii , ing in Mr. Troth, a mining l 3 pi engineer, an old school . X friend of the professor. il i Mr. Troth received a long WH 1 ,gf 1 i explanation of the event 'V J , Which was so sadly dis- an f' i p turbing the quietude of the X J professor's life. I-Ie listened if BHD' ' J' sympathetically and sug- t I gested that a cradle should , p ' Q-he be ordered. 3 , M , mi Sure enough, said llflr. .ll ff A ji Goodwilly, as he Went out WE - o n ,V to.the telephone to order i w. ' this necessary piece of fur- ' W ' . N niture. W- THE PROFESSOR. Give me three hundred sixty-six, please. - Yes, three, six, six.-Hello, who is this?-Yes, Will 'you please send a cradle up?-Why, I don't know What kind. Mrs. Mothring, did you say she Would be a doll?