Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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'enin T h g, Zetigged he cams??? f exmte I Was nd skipped frghad L aughmg and $1911; . H'z; hand , v . were beginning to rollM 0 you want toeaM once, and ttUm-huhf for ' h :hair and sit perfectly still it the ' lea st bit, and F11 giveyti : continued, but at the words? I run tor that amount, for db ount in my eyes. h nd sat down. Grandpa'tookt nd mother silently continued he old feeling of beingsorry 35 y tears began to ro'll downg had the house fallen 1n,sodt!ig n? as Isaid afterward. x the dollar too, and rhatwgm ms fairly shaking w1thlauv tarandpa. . . b ' efortowi more than 1twasm, 153 d n mka but thatrh t 0w ,1 . , .50503 in0r mamma 1n r5, 2? rd task to do. 4 W CAMPUS SCENE FARMERETTE ttSPRING GREENS, ARM FUL POSING QUINTETTE tgPALS TENN I S SH ARKS HFUSSERS ttDOBBY SOPHSht Twentyaseven

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Literary My First Dollar OMING in from play one evening, I was as usual, excited, and bent on hav- ing fun. I ran in yelling, grabbed the cats tailehad her howling, teased my mother nearly to distraction and skipped from one room to another shoutng at the top of my voice. I was laughing and pulling daddyls whlskers, when grandpa came in. llCome on Grappyil I called, lland le tls have a hobby horse ride? IlHavenlt you had about enough play for one day, Mary Jane? he asked. llBy the noises I have heard all evening Iwould imagine you had had plentyfl II was just foolingfi I pouted, feeling as if Pd lost my best friend when granpa went back on me. And right there is where the trouble beganeI felt sorry for myself. Two big tears were beginning to roll down my cheeks when grandpa said-lTll tell you Mary Jane, do you want to earn some moneyW The atmosphere changed at once, and llUm-huhf, forced its way out of my stubborn lips. llAll right, climb up in that chair and sit perfectly still for ten minutes. Neither say a word nor move the 1east bit, and PH give you a bright new dollar? . My heart kept falling as he contin ued, but at the words llBright new dol- larll I concluded Ild make a hard run for that amount, for child-like, a dollar was an almost unbelievable amount in my eyes. I crawled up in the chair and sat down. Grandpa took his watch and hid his face in the evening paper, and mother silently continued knitting. About five. minutes passed and again the old feeling of being sorry for my self forced its way into my mind. Silently tears began to roll down my cheeks, but neither speak or move would I, had the house fallen in, so determined was I to earn that dollar, and llShow lemf, as I said afterward. Only once did I come near losing my self-control and the dollar too, and that was when I stuck my tongue out at my brother who was fairly shaking with laughter. llJust one minute more? said grandpa. The wait was hurting him more than it was me, for to see me cry nearly killed him. At lastellAll right baby, get downeyou-gd but that was all I heard for I was sobbing and almost drowning mamma in tears, so sorry had I felt for my- self, because I had had such a hard task to do. Still wrapped in tissue paper and safely hidden away among my choicest possessions is the first dollar I ever earned. Many were the times I saw pretty things in the store which took my childish fancy, and thought triumphantly of how easily they might become my own. But try as I would I could never quite get the consent of my mind to part with that precious dollar. Mamie Rogers Twenty-six

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Sisterls Letters llEllen, did you take a letter off my desk in my room this afternoon.PH de- manded Fern, the eldest sister. llBobls latest goneV asked Ellen looking up with a knowing grin. llI asked you if you took itfl This was a little cross. lIWas it from BobW Ellen was mischievously bent on finding out all about the letter. llDid you take that letter? came quickly and angrily from Fernls lips. Seeing that her sister was in earnest the young girl replied soberly that she had not. liAre you sure? llDo you think I would lie about it ? came in reply. llNo, I donit really think you would? the elder girl admitted. liPerhaps I lost it out of my pocket? she added more kindly. liStill I am sure I laid it on my deskf, Several days later Fern faced her mother angrily in the sunny kitchen where her mother was preparing supper. tlEllen must be punished? declared the girl. llFour days ago some one took my letter from Bob that came that day and today half a dozen other letters, all old ones from the girls at school that I left laying on a chair are gone, and Ellen was in my room to get a tennis ball right after dinner? gWhy should Ellen take your letters? inquired Mrs. Rodney. llSo that she can tease me about what was in them, and when Bob comes she will repeat to him every thing he wrote? llHOw did you happen toi'lhave the letters on a ChairV llI was cleaning my desk out and laid the letters on the chair preparatory to putting them in my lock box? llWell, when Ellen comes home I will ask her about it? llWhat did you want, mother? asked Ellen from the door-way where she stood with her tennis bat and tousled hair after an afternoon of hard play. llDid you take those letters in Fernls room when you went after that tennis ball? Being accused twice of the same thing in so short a time makes one feel rather uncomfortable, and the blood rushed into Ellenls face and she sur- prisedly stammered out, llNo, I didn,t.,l llEllen you look guilty and I will have to punish you. You must go to Twenty-eight h; . .- - ,,,,,