Collingswood High School - Knight Yearbook (Collingswood, NJ)

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THE KNIGHT It was too much for Anne-she sank down on the soft turf beside him and with her head bent and hands nervously clutching each other, she poured her whole story into the sympathetic ears of Uncle Jim. And, she concluded, I won't go to that party next Thursday, Uncle Jim, if I have to wear that brown dress. Uncle Jim, its got tucks and nobody wears tucks now. No, course they don't, comforted Uncle Jim, tho' I don't know as I'd know a tuck from a hole in the ground-but perhaps we can fix it after all. What do you say to this? I know where I can get some nice dress goods just like you spoke of, and we'll ask thet new dress- maker over to Bartlett's to help make it, and you can wear it next Thursday and-and we won't have any tucks in it, either, he finished triumphantly. Oh! honest, Uncle Jim? Anneis eyes grew big with anticipation. But wouldn't it cost a, lot, Uncle Jim?-I've only got 51.42 of my own and I did so want to get a new collar and some beads like Rachel's- but- , Oh! that'll be all right, said Uncle Jim easily. Guess a friend can give another friend a present once in a while, can't he? And we're friends, ain't we? And, Uncle Jim-a fan-what'll I do for a fan? Hm! 'sposing I look next time I go to town, which will probably be to-morrow or next day, and see what kind of fans they got-guess we could get one reasonable. Oh! Uncle Jim, do I look any whiter to you-or smoother-or nicer? She bent her head expectantly, so he could get a better view of her fiushed cheeks. Well now, I don't know but what you do, he drawled. Hadn't noticed, tho'. Well, I'll tell you a secret, if you won't tell a soul-I've been beau- tifying it! Uncle Jim whistled softly through his teeth. Yes, sir-- read it in a book-use cold cream every night and, Uncle Jim, I do-I set a half a pint of cream in the ice chest every night and when it gets good and cold I slap it on good. Of course, Aunt Emm don't know-- but it has been an improvement, Uncle Jim, don't you think so? The man nodded gravely, but the twinkle in his eye became more pronounced. I But-'sposen Aunt Emm shouldn't let me accept the-the dress and all-oh! Uncle Jim, what will I do? We'll fix her all right-just you Hatter her up a bit-that'll bring her 'round. Just tell her that I-yes, you can lay it on to me if you want to-that I just dote on her luminous eyes-be sure and make it luminous, not illuminous, and that I would rather sit by her than-than the-the-the Queen of Sheby, he ended desperately. Do you think that'll do it? she asked anxiously. 15

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THE KNIGHT go somewhere where I can 'have a dress and shoes with tall thin heels and-oh, and a fan and everything. A few minutes 'later Anne paused in the middle of the small bed- room under the eaves that had been hers since infancy. Her chin quiv- ered as she looked around, bidding farewell to all that had been dear to her. You're all I've got in the whole world, she whispered, but instinctively her hand tightened on the handle of her packed carpet bag which held her few necessities. Good-bye-little room-I-might come back sometime-after-after I get a fan and a dress and-oh!-I do sort of hate to leave you-but-its Aunt Emm. I can't stand her- and-and I won't wear my brown dress any longer. With that she tiptoed out of the room and went softly downstairs. Guess I'll grab a few cookies-I might need 'em before I get to-to where I'm going, she finished lamely. The sun was nearing the horizon when at last she walked down the path and closed the front gate be- hind her. I guess I'll cut across Grahams' field, she thought, and turned in that direction. Wonder what Aunt Emm will say when she finds I'm gone? Guess she'll be sorry then. What shall I do when the sun goes down-I hate the dark-wonder if there's any bears around here or-of-of course there aren't. I'll just keep walking and when it gets dark, I'll stop and lay down and sleep and then when its light I'll go on again-hm! wonder how Aunt Emm'll get the jelly done all alone to-morrow. Well, I don't care, it serves her right. She ought to know I- Why, hello, Anne. With a start Anne looked up and there, under a large apple tree, sat an oldish man with white hair and kind gray eyes- Oh! Uncle Jim! I-you scared me, stammered Anne. The man looked at her quizzically. I-Ie was not really her uncle-but every- one called him Uncle Jim. Where you calc'lating to go, little girl, with your bag and bonnet and all? Aunt Emm sending you somewheres, is she? Wa'al now, that's real nice of you to be always doing something fer your old aunt. I allus said you was a good girl, Anne-and I say it now-not every girl is ready at the beck and call of those as needs her. But you, Anneg well, you're all right? I-Oh! Uncle Jim, don't! At the real anguish in the girl's voice the old man stopped speaking. Why, Anne, honey, -as the girl's gray eyes filled with tears- What is it? Can't you tell your Uncle Jim?,' Oh!-you don't know me-you don't, Uncle Jim. You think I'm good and-and everything, but-I'm not-Uncle Jim, I'm -she lowered her voice and leaned toward him-'Tm running away. Hm! said the man. Wall, now you must hev some reason--can't you jest tell me 'bout it-maybe-not likely--but maybe an old feller like me could-well, sort 0' put you on the right track, so to speak. 14

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THE KNIGHT Sure of it, he nodded, just tell a woman she's good looking and you can do about as you want to with her. Thank you so much, Uncle Jim, but I've got to get home and do those stockings before Aunt Emm gets home. Shall we go? gallantly offering her his arm, which she accepted with mocking grace, the two of them-the old man, tall and hearty, and the young slip of a girl laughing wistfully-walked slowly through the orchard. See what Uncle Jim has given me, cried Anne a few days later, standing excitedly before Aunt Emm and spreading a wealth of soft shimmering yellow material over her young shoulders. He says--oh! Aunt Emmf' as the threatening frown appeared on Aunt Emm's face, he says that-that your hair is-ravenous, Aunt Ernm and QAunt Emm consciously perked upj, he-he loves your eyebrows-oh, and Aunt Emm, as that fair lady began t-o look rather doubtful, he-he says you make the best jam this side of the Atlantic Ocean. That was too much for Aunt Emm, who gently smoothing her faded apron, exclaimed, My land, now ain't that just like a man?,' IMPRESSIONS OF THE HUDSON RIVER From the Battery to Bear Mountain Park Hudson River! The. very name suggests history to our minds. In all parts of these great United States, I do not believe there is a single river which serves as a natural monument to so many great events in the history of this country as does the Hudson. Let us take a trip up this wonderful river and discuss the monu- ments as we pass them. We prepare to start at the Battery. How queer that a stretch of cement pavements, colossal buildings, a few small park lawns and the rattling, roaring elevated trains on their trestles should be called a battery. But here, in this very place, is the ground upon which Peter Stuyvestant built his parapets to protect the Dutch settle- ment from the English in 1664. But come, let us turn to the bay itself and view an-other of the .Hudson's wonders. The Statue of Liberty, given as a token of friendship to America by the French. The boat on which we ride has started up the river. On the Jersey side nothing but marshland is seen until we come abreast of Fourteenth Street, New York City, then Jersey City begins. On the New York side, it must stun the foreigner who is not accustomed to anything but plain hills and vales. Tall buildings, one of which reaches a height of 795 feet are numerous. It is appalling to see these mighty structures of steel and stone, yet, should you have lived one hundred years ago, you might easily, from a height of a hundred feet, have seen the whole city laid out before you. The impression of power and wealth comes to you and stamps itself upon your brain. But this is only the lower half of the city. So we travel up the river until we reach the residential sec- 16