Central High School - Cog N Pen Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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““Aw—I'm so sorry because down at the ranch I could beat every one, and I'd love to try out here.” By this time they had reached the tracks, groups of boys and girls already were there. Some girls were about to go over to Betty when upon noticing Carrots, they immediately turned round and walked in the opposite direction. “She thinks because she’s in city clothing, we'll notice her,” one girl remarked loud enough for Betty and her companion to hear. Carrots bit her lip. “The selfish things!” then in a soothing tone, “° they'll be sorry.” Betty exclaimed angrily, Don’t mind them, some day Carrots felt deeply hurt, but the incident was soon forgotten as she became interested in watching one of the boys do stunts. 'Isn't he a beauty!” she exclaimed, with spark- ling eyes, as she pointed to a black steed that was passing by. “Oh, that's Dan’s horse,” knowing air. ''He's our best rider!” “Why hello, Betty!” cried Dan, a dark haired lad with grey eyes. “What have you been saving about me just now? I heard you mention my name.” “Oh, I was just telling Carrots about your horse. She’s awfully interested in them because she can ride.” “You can!” learned?” “Why, I was brought up on a ranch.” “You don't say! Well I guess you ought to be some rider. Perhaps you'll tell me about 4d Just then the gong sounded and Dan hurried off to return the horse, for the time allowed for practice was over. Some time elapsed but still the girls would have nothing to do with “that country hick,” as they termed her; and Carrots, being denied the companionship of girls, sought elsewhere and soon she and Dan became inseparable friends. The day set for the race finally dawned. The grandstands were black with people. Banners were tiving, horns were blowing, and every noisemaking object procurable was there. Now and then there would arise a deafening cheer from one side, and an answering one from the rival school. Since most of the riders were already out on the track, “Carrots” was becoming alarmed for Dan could not be seen. At that moment there came puff- ing and panting up to her, a young lad. “This is for you,” he exclaimed, excitedly, holding out a note. “Carrots” opened it eargerly with trem- bling fingers, revealing the following: 'Come over at once. Dan.” “Gracious! What can be the matter?” Betty replied with a Dan exclaimed. ‘“‘Where’ve you and she 8 raced down the stairs, across the campus and upi Dan’s room, breathing quickly. within, knock. couch sat “Come in,” called a voice from “Carrots,” had given a resounding flew the door, and there on the ghastly pale. “Why what's the matter?” afi Ope Da she gasped. “I broke my arm this morning and now I can't} in the race, ' was the cool reply. “Well, ain't that luck!” “Carrots” ejaculate and there stood looking gloomilv at a corner of b room. Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Say, Dan, c-coul I take your place?” he x at hm “That’s just what I called you here for,” plied calmly. For a moment she looked radiantly, then suddenly her face fell. “But what could I wear?” “Why my suit, of course, and put up your ha in the cap. But don’t you dare take it off or you’ a goner.” “Oh, of course I-won'tl' She hastily caught u the suit, ran into an adjoining room and in five mir utes she was out. “You're dandy looking as a boy,” Dan said will a complimentary air. “And as a girl?” “ 'Oh, added, Carrots' questioned roguishly that’s understood,” he laughed, and hastili “but, here, take this note and give it to Mr Matts. It merely says that you are to be my substi tute. You've only a few minutes. I'll be there ti watch you. Now run for it.” And she did. The people on seeing ''Carrots'' thought it was he and a cheer arose. She came none too soon for already the ride were mounted. m Dan’s sul Gong! ward. No one is ahead. Now slowly ''Carrots) drops behind. Silence reigns. ''Carrots' ing behind, several weak cheers arise. horse madly ahead. ''Hurrv, hurry,” she They pass the quarter. Now she is slowly gaining slowly but surely she approaches Ralph, the leade of the rival school. The crowd is in an uproa “Carrots” is gaining, gaining. They are nearing th finish. The people are unable to suppress their ex citement; cheers, one after another filling the ai One more turn,and then The bell sounds and they plunge for “Why it isn’t even Dan!” “It isn't?” is it?” As if in reply at that moment ''Carrots' made 4 sudden turn and a gust of wind sent her cap flying to the ground, leaving her crimson tresses one mas of fire as the rays of the sun shone upon them. one youth shouts. “Well, exclaimed another. then whi

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II Fare sy ta CARROTS Bv NANETTE LURIE “My Gawd!” “Stop swearing, Ellen!” 7 “Well, if you saw what I saw, vou'd swear too. “What'd y’see?”” queried the other girl eagerly. “Iye been to Barnum’s twice and I’ve visited all side shows, but this freak beats them all!” “What freak?” “Oh well, you know, the first period being free, was going into the office to help Miss Martine, but ist as Í crossed the threshold I saw—a girl, in such rig that upon seeing her, I nearly collapsed. PI hy she’s a sight.” ““Oh Ellen, I'd love to see her!” “You would, well just - ere she comes!” “Oh!” gasped Margie as there appeared in the prridor, a girl of medium height. Above her shiny lack boots there hung a dark brown corduroy skirt pported by a heavy leather belt, embellished with ickel platings. Above that could be seen a khaki olored blouse adorned by a flaming red tie; and in lancing upward one immediately noticed a healthy hnned complexion, a shapely nose, a pair of large ray eyes and a mass of glorious red hair, that per- sted in peeping out from under the huge sombero, bove which there projected outwards a bright yellow eather, placed there perhaps to give a better effect. At any rate the girls stood speechless, watching very movement of the westerner, who after gazing uriously at her surroundings, walked over to the two irls and said in a low rich voice: “Could you tell e where room 301A is?” Room 301 A—why that’s Betty’s room; what do ou wish there?” “That’s to be my room—you see I’m to board ere. “Oh, I really can’t, though at another time I'd be orry, but I can’t accommodate you for just now I’m ery busy. But perhaps Margie will take you there,” nd thereupon she walked off, her head lifted with corn. “Oh, I really can’t though at another time I'd be Had to do so,” and Margie’s nose reached a high ltitude as she marched off after Ellen. “Hasn't she got the nerve though!” Margie ex- laimed, as she caught up to Ellen. ‘‘Imagine that ountry jane trying to speak to us!” and the nose ent higher. “I’m going to snub her whenever I can, nd you will too, eh, Margie?” “Of course I will, and I'll show her her place.” Meanwhile the westerner was trying to puzzle out er former reception. “I wonder,” she murmured, ‘whether they really had no time or whether they hought I wasn’t good enough for them to speak to. ly, how uppish city girls are,” and the gray eyes lled with tears. “Well, I may as well try to find e room myself.” pe — oh, gracious, 7 Slowly she walked along the corridor, and so ab- sorbed was she in her thoughts that before she was aware of it, she had bumped into a girl, and a pair of frank brown eyes were raised questioningly at her. “Why I beg your pardon, but who—er are you?” exclaimed the newcomer . “Oh, perhaps you can help me. I’m looking for a certain room and I’ve already asked two girls, but they turned up their noses and went away.” “The horrid things! That must be Ellen and Margie. I'll speak to them. But tell me the num- ber, perhaps I can help you.” “301A.” “Why that’s my room! Oh Jimimy, that’s splen- did. I’ve been alone since Florence left—she was my room mate. But come, let’s go. ' “Since we are to be room mates we ought to know each other’s names,” declared the brown-eyed maid, when they were finally seated comfortably m the spacious room. Mine's Betty, and yours?” “Mine,” said the westerner, “is Sheila Mary Ann Briggs.” “Oh,” gasped Betty, “why we—why we couldn't call you all that. Let's make it shorter.” “But I “Suppose I call you Carrots—you have such won- derful red hair—could I?” “Well,” she drawled, “if you wish to you may. I reckon a name doesn’t count for much anyway.” “That’s lovely. I’m so glad you don't mind. Now let’s see, haven’t you any other er clothes? These make you awfully conspicuous.” Why surely, I’ve got a whole trunkful, but they are to be shipped from New York; and at present I have no others.” “I can’t let you go in these clothes or vou'd be the laughing-stock of the school. But wait a moment —' and Bettv rushed to the closet, dragged forth a trunk, threw back the lid and there lav her best cloth- ing. “Here,” she exclaimed triumphantiv, “pick out anything you wish!” At first there were some protests, but these were quieted, and soon Carrots stood arrayed in borrowed finery. Quite different from her former appearance. “Now that you look presentable, I'll take you down to get acquainted with the girls. ' Upon reaching the first landing, Betty espied the bulletin board and running over to it she shouted, “Hurrah! The race is set for the 30th of this month.” “What race?” Carrots inquired. “Why we have horse racing every year with a rival academy. ‘This coming one will be in about two weeks. Why I guess the boys are practicing now! Let's go over to watch them.” “Don’t the girls ever take part?” “No they're not allowed to.

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x J EPF SS gi Another second and ''Carrots'' came in two lengths ahead. At this there arose a thunderous cheer that fairly shook the grandstand. Congratulations were showered thick and fast upon her as she sat with flushed cheeks and streaming hair, in her saddle. A group of girls elbowed their way to her side, looking up at her sheepishly. “We're sorry we snubbed you,” came from Margie, “and we want to apologize. Will you show that you forgive us by coming to our dance to-morrow night, with Dan? We're giving it to celebrate your victory.” “Carrots,” ñ nodded. BETTY, THE SHY By DoROTHX GOODMAN And so they became friends. Dick Harvey, the handsome blond football hero and little demure, dark- eyed Betty Hartman. Yes, they became real friends and this is how it happened. You see, he was so handsome and strong, and so popular that shy little Betty could only worship him from afar. And if he chanced to even glance her way, she would blush to the very roots of her hair. But it all changed in a dav, and this is how it was. One day, during the fifth period, Betty was sent on an errant. She was walking down the stairs, hum- ming a dreamy little tune, and looking nowhere in particular, when—her foot slipped and down the stairs she tumbled, head over heels. At the bottom, she was so dazed that she just lay there—when, all of a sudden she heard a voice say, “Come, girlie, you re all right, aren't you? Have you hurt yourself badly?” and she looked up into the eyes of—Dick Harvey. Her senses came back with a rush, and she blushed furiously. ‘“ I—you—-oh—no, I’m all right,” she stam- mered, and tried to stand up. ‘This she found was impossible, as she had twisted her ankle badly and could not stand on it. She tried to take a step, but immediately fell back into Dick’s arms. “May I help you to the nurse’s room?” asked the boy, and she said he might. Then, as gently as he could, and he was very gentle for such a big fellow, he helped her along, un- til he had gotten her safely into the medical office. There the bruised ankle was bandaged tightly, and the girl was contemplating how she could get home. “I have my car downstairs, and if I may take you home, I'd be glad to,” offered the hero of many a gridiron battle. Before Betty could refuse, for that is what she intended doing, the nurse had answered for her. “Yes, Harvey, that will be fine; I'll get excuses for both of you,” and they were left alone in the office. Dick tried to start a conversation, but Betty's ankle hurt her so, and she looked so embarrassed that Dick was content to keep up a cheerful monologue without expecting an answer. It was the same all the way home, and, except for telling Dick her address, she hardly said two words in answer to his chatter- ings. But Dick didn’t feel disturbed. He was feeling very happy. Here he was doing something worth while at last, and enjoying it in the meantime. He wondered how it was that he had never noticed Betty before, but he said nothing on the subject. When they reached Betty’s home, and had quieted her mother’s fears, Dick sat down for a few minutes. Bettv's mother thanked him warmly for his help, and Betty also thanked him in her shy little way. Dick modestly said it was a mere nothing, and caught him- self blushing furiously. What was this? He, Dick Harvey, who knew and went out with the most popu- lar and prettiest girls in the school, blushing because a mere little slip of a girl had thanked him for help- ing her? He could not understand himself. He left the house a short time later, with a cordial invitation from Mrs. Hartman, shly seconded by Betty, to come again; and all the way back to school he was thinking of how pale Betty had looked when he had picked her up on the stairs. The next day was Friday, and Betty did not come to school. His friends all noticed how impatient Dick was for 3 o clock to come, but no one knew the rea- son. As soon as he was dismissed, Dick drove up to Betty’s house. He found the girl lying on the sofa with her ankle still bandaged. She was very glad to see him and told him so. She was more talkative today, although, as he soon found, Betty never did much talking. They talked about sports, dancing, and other things for some time, and when Dick said he had to go, Betty thanked him for coming to see how she was.