Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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.

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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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H I mean 'Babyf of course, returned the professor, deigning no reply to her question. Sir, she replied, slowly and with dignity, I am Miss Ethelyn Goodwilly. I am sometimes called 'Baby ' but only by my most intimate friends. I presume that you are Mr. Goodwilly, my guardian. ' Mrs. Mothring fell in a heap on the flannel. The pep- perment was dropped and trickled harmlessly over the car- pet. The dolls rode on the hobby horse Qon the floorj While the jumping-jack performed for their amusement. The professor recovered himself nrst, and he voiced the senthments of alL as he sahL YVelL I think I prefer Miss Ethelyn Goodwilly to a Baby. .y.. lu- MD, li A S5 ' GRADUATES.