Columbus School for Girls - Topknot Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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COLUMBUS SCHOOL FOR GIRLS ALL IN THE DAY'S WORK UDY stood silent for a moment, thinking, and then heaved a sigh. It was a queer little sigh, half longing, half relief, half release, and it came from the bottom of her heart. Her thoughts were mixed, too, a regular jumble. She thought it was going to be rather a job to straighten them out. The car, carrying mother for a two week's visit to Aunt Selma's, was now out of sight, and she awoke to find the family, or what remained of it, turning indoors. She wanted to stay out, to watch the chill colors of the early winter morning, they gave her an aching feeling of longing, but it was time for school and the others were ready. She would miss mother a lot, she told herself conscientiously, of course, and yet, there was that queer little feeling of release. She thought wickedly that she would read in bed tonight. That afternoon she was late coming home, Robby had kept her for make-up. She hated Robby and she hated Latin! Feeling remarkably lightened by this declaration of independence, silent though it was, she foraged joyously in the fruit-room. The sight of the basketful of fruit halted her for a moment, mother hadn't been too busy to provide for them. A small voice told her that she hadn't thought of mother all day. She reddened as if faced with a material accuser. nJudy lv The call was an agonized scream. Feeling like a martyr, she opened the door a little. What? she called back. The house seemed curiously empty as it echoed to her annoyed question. Come quick, I've cut myself! Galvanized into sudden action, she flew upstairs, banged the bedroom door against the wall, and rushed into the bathroom to find a tearful Mary standing in the middle of the room with a cut in her wrist dripping red on the rug. Put some water on it, quick, here, cold! she ordered. How did it happen? she panted as she helped to bathe her sister's hand. I wanted a drink and the glass broke. Mary was tearful and was frankly hoping for sympathy. When the wrist was washed, Judy found it was merely a scratch after all. 10

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TOP-KNOT, 1928 Why did you break the glass anyway? she scolded. It's the only one upstairs and you'll probably forget to bring another one up. And look at the blood on the iioor! Heaven's, !didn't you have enough sense to keep it off the rug, silly ? Then she caught sight of her sister. She wore the old, familiar, sullen look. Mary's face became a mask whenever she was scolded. Supper was over, a strangely silent meal, and Judy wandered to the piano. The chords were soothing. The flowers in that bowl, mother's flowers, were beautiful. Can it, Sis, I'm studying. Merciful heavens! No one seemed to know how she felt, what the music meant. . A rustling of paper in the sun room and she knew Dad had heard. Got your lessons yet? She pretended she didn't hear him. He probably meant Mary any- way. CYou always answered mother!J Dad showed that he, too, felt the strain. Did youlhear me, Judy? What, darling? She was falsely cheerful. I asked whether you had your lessons yet. In just a minute. Immediately! Another rustle of paper as if he were getting up to enforce his order. Judy grabbed her books and settled down in a big chair before the fire. Opening her book, she stared resentfully at the pages of Latin. The first sentence translated, a glow of accomplishment pervaded her and she attacked the next one almost eagerly. This one went more slowly, then she discovered that there were two full pages yet to do instead of the one she had fondly imagined. This discovery dampened her spirits and her thoughts wandered. Staring into the fire she became lost in rosy dreams. Rebelliously she recalled herself to her lessons. Without mother in the house she felt, somehow, more responsibility for them. An hour later she sauntered into the sun room. Dad was asleep, lying back wearily in his chair, the paper had slipped to the iioor. She couldn't start the radio now, with him asleep. How tired he looked! She re- membered tardily that she had not kissed him when he came home. He missed mother so! ll ll H 11 Fi'