Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Thirty-four Too Late Gee! but I Will have to hurry, Just my luck when Iive a date; Here I have just ten more minutes, Got to be there prompt at eight. Ma, have you seen my collar buttons? Tell Pa to brush my cloak. I just canit think Where my tie is, Hang it! Now my shoe stringis broke. Bob, you fill the radiator. My! but how that girl Will rave. Well I think rm almost ready, By jove, I forgot to shave! Well, I havent time, to starry, She's seen me looking worse; Now'my watch and chain is missing, And Where 011 ear'this my purse? NOW I'll be there in a jiffy; Someone turn the car around. Wonder if Itm going to make it, Its eight fifteen ! 111 be bound ! Say but this old Ford can ramble, The wind just whistles through the top. Whots coming up behind me? Good Lord help me! Its the cop. Did he stop me? I guess he did. Took ten minutes to explain. Told him that a friend was dying, Had to catch this very next train. Say but this old road is bumpy, And the lights are awfully dim. What was that? Another bloxx7 out! Itll have to run her on the rim. Now the race is almost finished; Butiwhose car is that by the gate? By George: , Shets got another fellow. No use to hurry, Iim too late. Roy Wendler

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S they'll v cOuld l .. Dmb t 1 behlnd yOu bl taken: i eWhol 0 stay and Mr ' ate El llllle Out Of tOWn llilul; 1 VI, M iss Alban t :r board and $311313? e W en a llttle for her. lliul? h old maid? but that sit: who was killed in theciii She said she spentwhii elf and had always dreary; ld occupy her hpink room :- in her vision. Janelelttlz- old her of the successofl? ld ever be quite as goodast ion in her heart that shew. SS and show this .lirdilllii her in that part of the count? 2 present that bright morning 'ing ham dress and a palenbli: the excitement of her u; like a pretty schoolgirlhersi'e mth s. School wentalong's would have done thlbflllll1 nt Mr. Burton was cum C A dll'i: l for get Mr. Burtonan 9! room Ullltf. o . . t e W nan mtO lld tile lime f de 0t 3 bl the ., p . 011-, , y'j 01116 . fled dial. 1' umlShiz t Are you hurt? I thought you were Burton but I never once thought of him being Paul Burton. Where did you come from? What are you doing here? a thousand miles away? Reassuring her that he was not injured but just a little jostled, Paul rose and they finished caring for the injured. Jane invited Paul to dinner at Miss Alban,s. Jane told Miss Alban of their romance. She and Paul had been very close friends at College, but Paulis mother was an invalid, and, as is unfortunately true of many people who have suffered from long illness, she had allowed an intense selfishness to develop, of which she was unaware, and which her sonis solicitous care and deference to all her wishes had tended to encourage. When she had become jealous of Paulls affection for Jane, for the first time in his life he had stubbornly refused to yield. But when she became very ill and they were compelled to go to Southern California and live on a ranch for her health, he and Jane agreed to stop everything, even letters, for her sake. Mrs. Burtonis health had im- proved so rapidly during the first summer that it was with genuine eagerness that Paul had prepared in the autumn to return to Cederton, near his boyhood home to accept a position that had only recently been left vacant in the school there. But it was With sickening disapointment that on the morning of his departure his mother, exacting of him the promise that he would not re- new his aequaintanee with Jane, he agreed. Now that she was strong and well again, her natural kindness and consideration reasserted itself, and realizing how unhappy her son had been in the meantime she had repented of her re- quest. Paul was on his way to Evansston to make things right, when the train was wrecked. Miss Alban said she knew everything would come out for the best, but that what she didndt like was that she wouldnit have her girl next year. Alice Howard ilHerels to our faculty Long may they live Even as long as the Lessons they givelll Thirty three

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ate hUrry, we a date; e minutes, pt at eight. llar buttons? Oak. my tie is, wnoe strings broke. irl will rave, ready, Shavg! Pry, Hg WOrse; in is 'missing, VS my Purse? iffy; 1' Emma. make it, 1 be bound! an ramble. tles thmllgh the tap. 1 me? 1 IRS the cap. SS he did. explain. was dying. . V91? next tram. bumpy, awfully dim. 9r blow out! 1 the rim. finished; . at by the gate! mother fellow. too late. 1 Rov Wendler MILKMAID FOUND ON THE CAMPFS FIFTY-FIFTY CUI'SL'S RESERVED SEATS I'lGEKuX-BOO TRANS IN HiM ED MANLEE MADE TO ORDER OVER THE TOP PEEVED? Thirty-an