Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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in her own mind, rather hazy thoughts as to what she meant to do with it. I L- -E .K 1 5,18-. ,, .X 1 N .1-ff ,' 'V xx t .4 15, E? t ,iff ' A fi-'it d Mrs. J onthrey .X 7.4 had all her toys arranged on the table around her, for she Well knew that babies are apt to cry at

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Oh, professor, Mrs. J onthrey who lives next door Will be glad to bring in lots of toys. llll ask her to come in after a While, and Mrs. Ertsberger, too, the housekeeper said, and Without Waiting for a reply Qfor she Was ruler of the housej she left the room. Dear me, it is nearly time for that child to come,', ejaculated the professor, pacing nervously up and down the room. The two talked now about old times and about their professions, but Baby permeated the Whole conversation. She was discussed together With the time they had played hookey. She was there, When they had built their club house in a tree. She Was mentioned in the same breath With Egyptian mummies. She held the lever When Troth ran his first engine. She studied the plans of the latest triple expansion engine. In short she Was first, last and throughout. By Jove, said Troth, your niece is due in ten minutes. Mrs. Mothring ushered in the two neighbors. Mrs. Jonthrey was a bustling little Woman and came in with her arms full of toys of all imaginable shapes and sizes, Whose nature and use the professor of antiquities could only surmise. The other, Mrs. Ertsberger, Was of the very opposite nature. She was thin and sour, and of the pessimistic order. She had brought as an offering to the professor's Ward what Was typical of her nature, a bottle of pepper- mint. After hurried greetings ffor it Was already time for Baby's arrivalj each stationed himself according to his lik- ing. It seemed that all had been imbued with the profes- sor's agitation and all unconsciously did the most absurd things imaginable. The housekeeper chose the flannel as her especial care. She stood completely enveloped therein. There Were even

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inopportune moments and need amusement. She held in one hand a Wooly horse that neighed for shriekedj when one pulled its head down. In the other she had two dolls and a jumping jack, the string by which to work the latter being held in her mouth. Mr. Troth was assisting her and held an engine and several cars in one hand while the other grasped a tin- soldier and a whistle rested between his teeth. The professor was going nervously from Gfragfs Physi- ology and Ghcmeemsonk Hygiene to the window. All Was ready. Mrs. Mothring with her flannel, Mrs. Jonthrey with her dolls and horse and jumping jack, Mrs. Ertsberger with her pepperment, of which she carefully held a spoonful in one hand, ready for adminis- tering. 'Mr. Troth was ready with his train and horse and whistle. ' And the professor was certainly ready and indeed had been for the last ten minutes. But why did not the object of all these preparation appear? The strain was visibly telling on the professor and everyone was agitated except the clock which seemed to go slower and slower. At last, however, the bell rang. The antiquarian fairly danced around the floor and he trembled like an aspen leaf. . The door opened and in walked a tailor-made young woman of twenty or thereabouts. In his excited state of mind the professor broke out with, Where is she ? Troth, however, was too busy admiring this vision of loveliness to even wonder where she was. Pardon me,', but I don't understand what you mean. You, I presume, are Mr. Goodwilly, replied this bit of feminine beauty.