Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Lb now crymg simply becam. ought to get pink papertt; se. Come on down and tell? y aSSISted Ellen down thestair Eventide was sinking in the West. vs all haul gone to rest, ing shadows slowly fell, ill about the dell 1t hue of color clear, stud on the tree tops 11 had passed away 1 twinkling star jar. 931'. or tints white 1110011 21m 0 1 l'Ullgh th cottage tIOOI't as she had had a few years experience in teaching. Janests Predecessor afternoon feeling very tired and discouraged. She looked out over the little Village in which she was to make her home for nine long months. She had just graduated from College back in Evanston and had come here to teach her first school. JANE RAY stepped from the train at Cederton at five-ten P. M. Saturday Oh! how she loved those dear old College days and how she longed for them. The hours oflectures, the tedious examinations all seemed like wondevm ful pleaSures now. She had been an ex cellent student and had been given the promise of a good position in a large high school in her home town as soon And motherethe Very thought made Jane City'ethere at home with the children! She was such a per- fect mother and she understood every pang and ambition of her young heart. 3ut she must not think of this now. She must find the school clerk and a place to stay. Her time could not now be spent in reminiscense and reflection. She picked up her traveling-bag and went inside the depot. itCould you direct me to where I co uld find Mr. Halte, your school clerkPi, Jane asked the ticket agent. HAre you the new school niarmW he inquired. ttYes sir? she replied, amazed yet amused at hearing herself called this dignified name. uVVal, Mr. Halte, he works in the bank ant he left wurd fer you to come up to the bank and hetd fix you upf, After complete directions of how to find the bank, Jane left the station. She saw that the town consisted of about twenty houses, a very crooked main street, which she later learned was called Coe Avenue, two other streets, two Churches and the thchoolhousef, She could see no lawns or shrubbery any- where and as a whole the place looked very desolate. But she was determined to be an optimist and show the folks she could make good, so she smiled and entered the bank. The cashier introduced himself as Mr. Halte and took her into his office, where he said he wished to tell her some thing of the conditions of the school. In the course of their talk, Jane noticed that the Clerk was very anxious that she should know of her predecessor. ttMiss Ray? he said, tTll tell you right here, youive got a multitude of hardships to work against. Mr. Burton, your predecessor, was a very fine teacher and he won the hearts of the people until they almost worshipped him. It was his first year of teaching and the people just naturally seemed to like him from the first. He wouldnt have left this year but his mother was very sick and hes taking care of her and studying a little by mail or smgretthing 1r y-one

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llThey could have easily been knock ed off on the floor? llYesfi broke in Ellen, III remember brushing a bunch of pink and blue en- velopes offa chair by the window when I went after that ball yesterday but I was in such a hurry that I didnlt stop to pick them up? llSo it was partly your fault after all, Ellen? HNot any more than it was yours. I never saw Bob,s letter, and turning to the window. Hthere go the girls home from Katherinels party? Ellenls speech ended sobbingly. lth! Donlt cry, baby. Listen, next week I will give you a party here on the lawn. Of course you missed Katherinels, but you can tell her why and you can tell her it was all my fault. PM have pink ice-cream for you andeBob will be here. I,ll have him take the girls home in his car so they can stay ever so late and you can go ,long with him. I am sorry Ellen. Donit cry so hard. Now, isnlt that alright?,, questioned Fern. llYesf, sobbed Ellen, who was now crying simply because she could not help 'it, llbut don,t you think you ought to get pink paper to write the invita- tions onV llPink Ipaper- Oh! Of course. Come on down and tell Father about it? answered Fern as she laughingly assist ed Ellen down the stairs. Ada Rogers Eventide The sun was sinking in the West, The birdies all had gone to rest, The evening shadows slowly fell, Casting all about the dell A rose-tint hue of color clear, Which rested on the tree tops near. As brighter tints had passed away The pale white moon and twinkling star Shone through the cottage door ajar. The scanty meal was eaten now, And Freddie went to milk the cow; The smaller children went to bed, Mother waits alone for Fred. At last he came with drooping head, And sort of humble like he said: Ma, in that milk thafs in the pail, 01d Bossyls went and switched her tail? Francis Nugen Thirty W3 W .yf'lwu age ; fi'wfviwt a z? . m 1:.vl a fight? VA djitr iii 1 J ghtnbw rf'fult vi imgl.n $95 , 1 5.931! ' 3 4? 111:.mw' .-.:3n385 ' I y: M 4 n' 1 1; web. I a rd H w. h lfrmmw I 212:: uh ! w : m

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like that. But hels comin, to see us once in a while, he promised he would. Well, you see this hasnlt anything to do with you but I just thought Pd tell you so that you could see how things were. And Oh! by the way-thereis some terri- ble mean boys up there in the sixth grade. Nobody could ever do anything with them but Mr. Burton and of course theyill probably take to their old ways. But Miss RayeI want to tell you Fm behind you and the whole school board .will be back of you in anything you do? Jane asked him where she was to stay and Mr. Halte took her in his car to a small house about a quarter of a mile out of town. It was a very neat and cheerful looking little bungalow. Introductions having been given, Miss Alban took Ione to her room. It was a beautiful little room, in pink beaver board and white furnishings. Jane loved it at once and things seemed to brighten a little for her. Miss Alban explained that she was what people called llan old maid? but that she really was not. She had been engaged to a fine lad, who was killed in the civil war and she had never cared for anything since. She said she spent what money she had in fixing up this little home for herself and had always dreamed that some day some girl would come who would occupy her llpink room? and here was ' Miss Ray, the very girl she had seen in her vision. Jane felt that she had one friend, at least. Miss Alban also told her of the success of Mr. Burton and how the people thought no one could ever be quite as good as he. Jane immeditely made a resolution in her heart that she would surely try her best to make this year a success and show this Mr. Burton, whoever he was that he was not the only teacher in that part of the country. School began-forty pupils were present that bright morning of September. Jane wore a dainty pink and white gingham dress and a pale blue Huffy sweater and the flush on her cheeks made by the excitement of her first day of school- teaching, made her look very much like a pretty schoolgirl herselfeand she was only twenty. The weeks passed, then the month s. School went along smoothly, altho various rumors of how Mr. Burton would have done this and that were often heard. Jane heard several times that Mr. Burton was coming but each time something delayed him. The children gradually began to forget Mr. Burton and when spring came they really loved their Klgirl teacher? One noon a little girl came running into the room crying, liOh, teacher! thereis a terribellist wreck down by the depot and the train is all broken to pieces and the people is all hurt-eome on? Jane, havinghad a short course in first aid, hurried down to the wreck, thinking she might be of some assistance: There were many injured people and Jane found much to do. She was walking down the aisle of the wrecked car when she saw that someone was held under a seat in the far end of the car. She got some men to help her and soon they had the young man out. llWhy Paul? Jane cried, iiVVhy, wh at are you doing here?,, :Jane RayeWhat are you doing in Cedertonethatls where I taught last vear. s Th. t LPaul Burton, were you my prede cessor? Oh! Ive heard so much of Mr. If y- VVO a H4571,