Central High School - Caldron Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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Uhr Glalhrnn Hollo, gaily shouted Jim. HGood- morning, answered the girl. How does the leg feel? Better, thanks. I brought my canvas to sketch this view of the quaint garden. You dont care, do you? UNO, indeed, itls fine to have some one to talk to. Bethi' was silent, and after placing the easel in proper position busily commenced to work. Not one word could Jim force from her, so absorbed was she in the picture. But as it was vastly interest- ing to watch the daubs of pai11t take form, Jim didn't object. Finally, at the most interesting part of the pro- ceeding,so Jim thot, she put her belong- ings together and with a faint good bye departed. Jim wondered at the meaning of the Sphinx-like creature. At last he solved the problem, she was a feminine Jekyl and Hyde, only on different lines. He could hardly wait for the mor- row, and arose early to be in readiness for the mysterious girl. At last she came, swinging a baseball bat as she ran down the road. Witli a leap she was over the low gate and in a Hash was on the ground near his chair. As he looked inquiringly at the bat, she laughed and when she recovered her breath, said, HThot you could throw me some fiys. l must practice batting or I'll lose my position on the team.', 'tGirl,s team? sneered Jim. I should say not. It's the champion team of the county and l'm the only girl on it. Witli that began a discussion of our national game and it was inter- rupted with a soft, Bess, mother wants you, startled them both. There, standing before Jim was an exact du- plicate of the girl by his side. Bess laughed-, Stupid, don't you see? We 're twins, shels Beth, I'm Bess, and the only way we're alike is in looks. You've been a perfect circus to fool, but now that Beth is spoiled the fun I spose youlll be angry and have nothing more to do with us. Nonsense, I wa11t to see the real Bess and the lisped Beth very ofte11,', replied Jim. Y. S. G. G. A FORTUNATE ACCIDENT. Cflontinued from Page 'Tj air, and the machine hit the ground with a great jolt that threw the doctor out of his seat, still holding his medi- cine case. The wheels of the landing chassis broke under the strain, and af- ter digging holes in the ground with the axles, the biplane turned complete- l yover, falling on Fred, who had re- tained his seat at the first jolt. The machine was demolished, and Fred was dug out of the wreckage unconscious. The doctor was not hurt at all, and af- ter Iinding that Fred was not seriously hurt, he turned his attentions to the i11- jured aviator. Braithwaite had 1'e- ceived internal injuries, which kept him in the hospital for several months. Everyone was glad then that Fred was able to operate an aeroplane, and after that 110 one attempted to curtail his aeronautic activities. He bore his honors modestly, and a close friendship sprang up between him and the flyer. After Fred finished his schooling, he was given a position in a large aero- plane factory through Braithwaite's influence, a11d he is today one of our bcst aeronautic engineers. F. W. H. S. '12,

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Uhr Glalhrnn a closed skating rink. I like to walk, I hate those shut-i11 street cars. lt's the absolute freedom of the place that makes me love it sol Oh, but in a city you can have much more fun, protested Jim. Never mind your side of the question until tomorrow. 'l'ell me about your home then, and with a merry twinkle in her eyes which Jim could not account t'or, she swung her- self over the wall and disappeared. 'llhe next day bright and early Jim was wheeled into the garden. Ile waited at first patiently, then im- patientyl for the shrill whistle which he was sure would announce his ex- pected visitor. Finally he spied a figure walking slowly toward the gate of Rest Haven. Strange, thought Jim, t.hat liess seemed so pensive. And yet stranger it seemed to him when she at last reached the garden to see the basket ot' delicious looking cookies she carried on one arm, tbooks were piled under the other onej, for Bess didn 't impress one as the domestic kind of girl. As his visitor did not speak, Jim concluded that she was waiting for his greeting. Morning, he said. flood morning, she answered, in oh the meekest voice imaginable, has your leg troubled you much? No, re- plied Jim, it's much better. I baked this morning, do you like cookies! I brought some over. Jim promptly selected the largest one i11 sight. took a bite and reached for the basket. No, he said, most ungramat- ically, I love them. lless smiled and handed him the books. 'tI'm so interested in music ?l.l1il art that I thought perhaps you'd care to read some books on these subjects. Jim was amazed. Why should a tom-boyish good sport of a girl waste her time on such nonsense. lIm, yes, I would like to look them over, Hess. lieth, if you please, answered the girl. Queer, reflected her host, he hadn't noticed that she lisped until now. Sure l know you're name 's Bess. 'tliut it isn't, it's lieth. said the girl on the verge of tears. All right, lieth, if you wish, lieth you shall be. Iiy the way, how's fishing down there in your gl!! by the woods. Oh, I never fish, laughed the girl. I, loathe wiggly worms Hllll besides ones pond those hands smell all fishy after one's been angling. I Wish I could take you out, l'd make you like it,', asserted I must go IIOWV, I've 11ot finished Jim. my practicing and I have a view of the woods sketched ready to paint. If I can l'll come son again. Hope you en- joy the books -and with a demure good-bye, lieth walked down the path, opened the gate and vanished from sight down the road. Jim looked at the books. One was How to listen to Music, another was Decoration in the Home, and yet another, Life of Michael Angelo. 'tAnd I thought she was a good substitute for the fellows at home! was Jim's only comment. Next morning he was forced to stay in the house as it rained torrents. Of course she won 't venture out on a day like this, it might muss her dress, thot the lonely boy. He was just observing bow shadaw effects should be made on canvas, from one of Beth 's books, when a shouted Hallo there! roused him. At the door of his room stood a dripping figure, with hands thrust out of sight. Guess what I brought you, questioned lieth, Cfor it was none otherj. Oh, another book on the var- ious arts, or perhaps an embroidered pi11 cushion,!' guessed Jim, but the girl shook her Wet brown curls at each phrase. Nope, you 're not even Warm. What do most people do rainy days, sit at home and make pi11 cushions? No, siree! They bring sick people things like this! And she held up a string of shining brook trout. Did you catch them I? a.sked Jim. None other, said the girl. HI dote on it, but. l'm off for home now, have to do some practicing. f'au't tell you how I hate it. So long! And with that she was gone, leaving Jim the proud possessor of some thirty trout . Next day the su11 sl1o11e bright and clear, and Jim was again moved into the garden. Very soon he spied the 11ow familiar figure of 'tBeth coming down the road. This time she carried an easel and other painting material.

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Uhr Qlalhrnn Uhr Elluturv A boy and a girl--and the dusky mystery of a See:-'s oriental den. The walls, from the floor to the high ceiling, were covered with rich, glowing tapes- trys. Glass globes, throwing soft mel- low lights, were suspended as by thread from the carved ceiling, great deep chairs of oriental design and curious tables covered with glittering dishes and revolving mirrors stood in the sha- dows. Two peculiar, dark-colored lamps which hung suspended myster- iously from the depths of a mass of silk tapestry, gave forth rays of violet light. Suddenly a voice deep and vibrant, roused the girl and her companion from the strange languid feeling the room had given them. lt was but one word, Come, -but the girl started, looked about for the owner of the voice and seeing no one, waited silent and afraid. I wish I hadn't taken the dare, she whispered with trembling lips, but before her companion could answer a long brown hand parted the mass of tapestry near her, and gently but firm- ly drew her thru it. Startled, the girl found herself in a tiny, dimly lighted room, a strange odor of incense oppressed her and the tall figure wrap- ped in the richly colored robe of the orient held her stiff and cold with his piercing black eyes. Slowly the same hand that had drawn her so strangely from her companion, lit one after an- other of rows of tall candles which sur- rounded a huge bronze bowl. As in a trance the girl watched the slow move- ments of the man as he poured into the bowl from a glass vial, some ti11y glit- tering crystals. ln a moment soft rolls of incense rose from the bronze depths, pink and blue a.nd white-drowning all other odors with one indefinitely sweet and overpowering frangrance. Again the girl was startled by a voice soft and low- Write the name of the person whose future you wish foretold upon this piece of paper and drop it into the bowl. As in a daze the girl did as she was bid, without stopping to wonder how the piece of paper was placed in her hand. Wl1e11 she had dropped the name into the bowl-the voice again rose from the depths of the incense. 't'l'his future will be very bright in- deed. lt will be a joy to hundreds and perhaps thousands. lt will bring hap- piness into the hearts of both young and old and will be the result' of years of faithful and earnest work, crowned by a wealthy and unhoped for re- ward. 'l'he soft voice slowly died away and the clouds of incense grew smaller and smaller. Finally, sudden- ly and unexpectedly the girl found her- self back in the outer room with her companion. Wasn't it perfectly wonderful and grand, she gasped as, once more, they threaded their way homeward. ' 'fWhat do l know about it, an- swe1'ed the mystified boy, Whose fu- ture is, as you say, to be so bright and t obring so much joy to everyone? Why, the future of the Caldron, the girl answered happily. L. D. U. '13. A TALE There was a boy in our class Who had an awful cold, Ile sat and sneezed against the rule, And coughed both loud and bold. OF WOE. And when Ward heard the awful noise, With all his might and main, He put him right upon the bench, All day there to remain. But when Lane saw that ruddy nose, All swollen up with pain, Ile heaved a sympathetic sigh, And sent l1i1n back again. -W., '12. 11