College of St Marys of the Springs - Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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ww Q ww ,wuz f wud 1 mug 3 Qsvuf , swag ,ying . :wtf . H Crip I0 lilgbldlld Park with Sil' ROQQI' dt GVQYIQV X Cfxfjxx NE hot afternoon I sat in our pleasant library poring dreamily over my books, in the vain endeavor to keep awake long enough 'NW f mmm to finish my character sketch of Sir Roger de Coverley. Sud- denly I was attracted by the loud and cheerful voice of a strang- er conversing familiarly with the maid in the hall. A moment later, the door opened and who should enter but the good old L11 knight himself. I have a mind said he, after greeting me with 'Y 5F,,,Cgi':fw,,, his customary heartiness, to see some of the famous parks of your city. Glad to be of service, I at once volunteered to T I ik? i' accompany him to Highland that afternoon and telephoned to the garage for an auto. Cn the arrival of the machine I motioned my friend to fol- low me, but glancing out of the door, he exclaimed They haven't brought the horses yet, only the coach is there. Thereupon I explained as best I could that the auto was run by electricityg yet in spite of my entreaties and assurances he could not be persuaded to get into it. Finally having examined and given a vigorous twist to every fixture on the machine, he caught hold of the bulb of the horn which instantly produced a loud and unexpected hunk causing the good old man to reel with fright. I took advantage of his bewilderment to push him into the seat beside me, and we were soon speeding on our way. When he had some- what recovered his breath, he began to shake his head, declaring that there certainly was some witchcraft in these autos and that for his part, he much preferred to see the horses. When we reached the park gate and alighted, the knight attracted much attention by following his usual custom of speaking to every one he met. Seeing some wags making mer- ry at his expense, I whispered a caution in his ear, whereupon he forbore this exercise of his benevolence. After a row across the lake which Sir Roger found excellently pleasant, we came upon a sign reading Lyceum Theater, Admission Five Cents. My friend expressed a de- sire to enter, saying it had been years since he had seen a good show. Accordingly we went into the dark building and groped our way to seats near the wall just below an electric fan. After the first scene, the old knight leaned towards me and whispered that there was a bird or something on the wall that made so much noise he could not hear a word the actors were saying. I explained to him that there really were no actors, that the performance was a moving picture show. He seemed puzzled, but was soon all interest and attention. In one picture a lady of middle age was obstinately turning a deaf ear to her lover's importunities. Sir Roger seemed much affected and muttered to himself, She'll never have him, I warrant you. She's another of those perverse creatures that secretly rejoice in the admiration of men, but indulge themselves in no further consequence. At last the performance was ended and the crowd was Hocking towards the exit. Sud- denly I missed Sir Roger from my side. and in my violent efforts to overtake him, I awoke with a start to find my tablet lying almost blank before me. Fl R ml m EDNA SNYDER, 'I4 20

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MN ,C -,,x,. N MI, , .--:.,.,.., .,.,..,.,...-4.,.. Q 4 .,, r. .. .. .I - - . . ' ' ' 1 ' A . x 4 V ., ,41 , at g NW? r :xml 'ww' 'Wi t ex 1 ww? ara..fnsstffaaxsfaa,ass-.afar ,f-mf.-.ss-.fame-.fafassffaas-.faat So that night found them, Wick and his mother, among the select audience at the Hart- man. They occupied the costly box to the left of the stage, while the one to the right had been reserved for Alda's aunt. Finally the curtain rose, and a hush fell on the audience as Alda crossed to the front of the stage. l-ler dress of white velvet was superb in its severe plainness and clung to the per- fect figure in lines of exquisite grace. The only jewel she wore was the magnificent ruby. Her auburn hair glistened and shone in the brilliant light and nestling snugly among the curls was a single white rose. With a thrill 'Wick recognized her as the girl he had met four years before. , From the first it was evident that Miss Webb had captured her audience. Encore after encore followed each appearance, until finally the curtain rose for the last time. The audience waited in silence and at last she appeared. Wick Grey leaned toward her, and as he did so, he caught for the first time the gleam of the magnificent ruby. i Oh mother, look! he exclaimed, but was checked before he could finish his sentence, for already Alda had begun her story. . 1 So feelingly was the simple tale related, so tender the voice, so eloquent the eyes, that the listeners were held spell-bound. . '. Mrs. Grey arose in her box, and it was only after the repeated entreaties of her son, that she reseated herself. - Aida was nearing the climax. l-ler eyes sparkled, she had been watching her aunt, who was regarding her with unfeigned affection and admiration, though with a great deal of excitement, when her attention was called to the lady in the opposite box. Why was she so agitated? The climax of the tale had been reached when Gene told Phyllis to leave, telling her also that she hoped never to see her again. Alda had even used the names, Regina and Phyllis in her story, so when she uttered these words, Mrs. Grey rose and in a voice of pleading entreaty cried, Stop! Oh, please stop. If the speaker heard, she paid no attention, but continued till the end, and when stoop- ing to accept a bouquet of flowers, again flashed the ring. My ruby! my ruby! cried Mrs. Grey, and hurriedly crossing the stage to where the bewildered and excited Alda was standing, took her hand and demanded, Tell me where you got it? I In the meantime Miss Tremont had come to congratulate her niece, but when she reach-- ed her, she stood as if petrified, for facing her was not Alda Webb as she had expected, but Phyllis Doyle, her girlhood friend. I Alda had presence of mind enough to step to the other side of the curtain and was greatly surprised to find herself again face to face with Wick Grey, whom she recognized as her opponent in the skating race. ,15 55 55 35 QQ 35 3 8 56 55 af' 36 55 8 95 95 56 3 Five months have passed, during which Phyllis Grey and Regina Tremont have renewed their girlhood friendship, thus enabling Wick and Alda to become better acquainted. What the future holds for them, who can say? for Alda Webb is no longer a little girl, and Wick Grey is years older than when he gave her the dandelion. HELEN K. Drrros, '13, 19

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as I4 s as 44 358114 J ww I4 J N I4 4 N 44 f N 44 lg W 44, H141 . ' 4 w.v 'A'-v s.v v -is . mill' 6 llllllt Girl , ,as 1 tell you what, it ain't much fun if-'fl 1L,:f?: I To-jest as soon as supper's done, L Go right to bed and hear 'em all Laughin' and talkin' in the hall, While we little girls march upstairs A keeping silence after prayers. And 'tain't much fun to hear 'em say, Don't mind, you'll all be big some day,- 'Cause that what grown folks say to us- You mustn't cry and make a fuss, 'Cause children should be seen, not heard And jest obey 'thout a word. 'Course 'tain't much fun to have to walk Right past the big girls and not talk, 'Tendin' as if we didn't see Their 'lasses taffy plain's can be, And not look round as if to say, Wish I's was a big girl, too, to-day. It's fun, though, when we have a ball And dance down in the Study Hall: And wear our bestest dress and bows And look so nice in our party cloes That Mother finds it hard to say Who is the queen of Baby Day. And maybe you don't think it's fun To go out doors and laff and run And see the big girls lookin' sad, Jest like they thought it was too bad That big girls have to study hard While we eat lunch out in the yard. There's lots of things that ain't much fun, But just the same, when play is done, Our eyes keep winkin' slower an' slower, We put our dollies on the floor, An soon the tired dears shut their eyes An each one to doll dreamlandn flies. lt's then I tell you we are glad, If all day long we ain't been bad: 'Cause soon as we get into bed And all to God good-night have said, Our Prefect dear turns out the light , And comes and tucks us each in tight. And then she whispers kind 0' low At each white bed all down the row, God bless you, dear, and keep you His And that's the time-it truly is We're gladdest in our hearts to say, We're little girls at S. M. A. FRANCES LILLIAN MAGRUDER, Special --,,1.1L. --- , U92 Daisv Golden heart and snowy petals ' IV Of the free green lields and moors, Teach us lessons sweet and deep: ' D0 you know the three sweet virtues God's dear gifts to guard and cherish, ITTLE. daisy, starry blossom Y-L il -'. -limit! V6 God has set aside as yours? You are true and pure and humble. And your face so full of love Turns its trusting glances upward To the sunlit Sky above, Purity of soul to keepg Kindness on our way to scatter With a heart that feels for all, l-leavenward to turn our faces, Till life's closing shadows fall. PEARL CABLEQ Junior-Special 21