Collegiate School - Torch Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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llllllllllllllllllllIIIIllllllllllIIIIIlllnlIIIIllllllllIIIIlnlllllllllllllllllllllll I I IIIIIII l Illllllllllllllllllllllh T H E T O R C H 61 UllllllllllIIIIlllllllllllIIIIllllllllIIIIIllllllllIIlllllllllIlllllllllllllllllll I lllllllllllllllll Jimsky, the Orator T was the night of the commencement of the Sugarfoot School. All the graduat- ing class was in the little room back of the stage, waiting for the time to go on. Over in one corner a black youth of seventeen might be seen making gestures and muttering to himself. Every now and then he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. ' Qver in the corner with the girls was a small girl with long Hpig-tails, who was looking at him lovingly. This was his sweetheart, Indy. When she thought he :was looking in her direction she would give a smile. But Jimsky did not see the smiles. Perhaps, if he had, he would have had a little more courage. At last the class filed on the stage, The service began. Finally Jimsky heard the principal say, De next number on de program will be a speech by Mr. Jimsky Fitz-Washington.'l Jimsky arose. He felt the cold sweat breaking out on his brow. He came for- ward to the front of the stage, made a small bow and began: H 'The Valoo of a Edicationf Ladies an' gen'men, it do er-er give me er-er great er-er pleasure to er-er be hea' tonight. Ilse gwine to speak to you' all on 'The Valoo of Edicationf He rached in his pocket, pulled out his handkerchief, wiped his forehead, and went on, Edication is a article which er-er all er-er young ladies an' young gen'men right a have. CA giggle from the class.j It er-er, evy body ought a have er-er as I done said before a edication. Again he reached in his pocket for his handkerchief, but it wasn't there. He continued, 'Edication ought a be developed er-er had er-er by ev-y-er-er boy and girlf, A giggle was heard again. This time it came from the audience. ffimsky began pulling at hs coat. Then he cleared his throat and began again, I wouldlt take nuttin' in dis' whole wide wull for my edication. Some day I rnay wanna, er-er be pres'den' of dis hea' country. At this a roar of laughter greeted him. He pulled at the back of his collar, ran his Hngers through his hair, and cleared his throat. Ladies an' gem'men, edication is vey-ka-chew l ka-chew I The audience nudged one another and laughed. Poor Jimskyl He was ruined. Something tickled his nose and made him sneeze again. But still something tickled his nose. He put his hand to his neck and there he found his handkerchief. In his confusion he had stuck it in his collar instead of in his pocket. He gave the audience a sickly little smile. Then he continued: The' fo' ladies an, gen'men I done come to de conclusion dat edication am vely valooablef' At last his oration was at an end. Jimsky sat down. He glanced in the direction of Indy, who was proudly beaming on him. After the commencement, he walked home with Indy. On the way home, he felt a little hand on his arm. Indy turned to him and said, -limsky, I sho' is proud of you. Ah, go on, replied Jimsky bashfully. HI sho' is, responded Indy. Jimsky trod on air. What did he care about all those people? Indy was proud of him. By JEANNETTE CoL.LiER, '26.

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IIIIIIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIIIIIIIIllIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Il II Il IIIIII III Il I III I I I I IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII T H E T O R C H 63 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I II Ill I IIII IIIIIII IIII I I I I I II llllllllllllllllll A Conversation Between Two Girls in 1945 Oh, Courtenay, look here, look what l've found. You know what it is? lt's the 192-I annual of Collegiate School, where our mothers went to school. You know l never dreamed that we should find anything interesting in this box of motherls school- girl collection. HOh, Kitty, stop soliloquizing and get a move on you and let's open up and see what's withinf' Look at this picture of the faculty, no wonder mother says she got higher marks than I do, look what kind-looking teachers she had. You know what, Courtenay, l be that one with the smile is Miss Moretield, the English teacher that mother says used to squelch her one minute and tell such a funny joke the next that she would forget how hard she had been sat on. And look, Kitty, the girls on the editorial staff don't all look like book-worms. Gosh, arenit there some gems in this picture gallery of Seniors? You know, Kitty, I think l'll have to go there just to have one nice thing said about mefl Courtenay, aren't these darling little rhymes? And look, here are pictures of each class. And isn't this an attractive art studio ? HKitty, pull up a chair and let,s read these stories, they look so interesting. Gee! here,s a romance, Kitty, didn't mother say, the other day, that when she was our age, she had never heard of a romance ?,' Heh, Courtenay, even the little children were smart at that school, for they had a department all to themselves called Primary. Oh, Courtenay, here is a picture of your mother on the basketball team. Wasn't she darling?', Oh, Catherine, look at the snappy-looking riding habits the members of the Riding Club wore, and aren't these darling-looking girls in the Dramatics Club play ? Ahem, look at these jokes, and then mother says it isn't nice to joke about your teachers. 'i'Well, Kitty, l am resolved on one thing, and that is, that when we move back to Richmond l am going to the Collegiate School and get my own copy of THE TORCH of 194-S. FRANCES LEIGH VVILLIAMS, '26,