Des Moines Technical High School - Engineer Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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Me and My Boy Friends ' You can get in front of me, Mae, if you want to. ,.Boy, that soup smells good. ' No, the girl addressed as Mae said shortly. And she meant it for both remarks. Decidedly she did not want to talk to Ethel just now, and be sym- pathized with and felt sorry for. And how could anyone think about food when one's heart was broken. The lunch table was all abuzz about the Senior Formal. Mae's little group was' always the life of any social event, and their eyes never missed anything nor their ears either for that matter. My dear Cyou know how girls always begin. You just feel that some lovely little morsel of gossip is sure to followi did you know that Ray is taking Ella to the party? She has told everyone in school. I think it's amusing. Miau, miau, Mary, piped up another voice, you know you wanted to go with him. e . But, girls, isn't Mae in a terrible predicament ? remarked a young lady who was stowing away salad and rolls in a great hurry. I think it was idiotic to quarrel with Tommy at a time like this. Of course, he's provoking, but women must be patient. A sigh followed by a giggle swept around the table. But I tell you, Jane, something ought to be done. Here comes Mae now, and the poor child isn't eating enough to keep a bird alive. They all turned with one accord and looked at her. ' Well, she remarked, putting down her tray, haven't you ever seen me before P 'lWhy, of course, dear, cooed Jane. , , Betty, who had finished her salad and rolls, voiced the question the whole table was longing to ask. Mae, old dear, have you and Tom agreed not to disagree? Mae's spoon splattered in her soup. No, we haven't, she snapped. Oh! The subject was dropped, but Mae came upon Betty and Jane talking earnestly to Tom after lunch. She swept by them haughtily. The day dragged interminalbly for Mae. After school she helped with many others to decorate the gymnasium for the evening's social event. She draped the ribbon festoons with mournful enjoyment, but I am afraid that the punch was Havored with a few tears. The music was going to be wonderfulg she had a perfectly darling dress and then-iOh, she just hated Tom Weldon. A She was curled up on the davenport when the phone rang about seven o'clock. The phone is a wonderful invention. You never know what excitement or romance awaits you over the other end of the wire. . Ye-e-es ? Every girl knows that yes with the breath-taking little catch and hint of inquiry. Oh, it's only, Jane, dear, the voice said, but I have some thrilling news for you. Get on your frills and we'll be around for you in a bit. I have some- body here who is, just dying to take you to the dance. I-Ie's awfully nice and I'll vouch for him. We-e-ll, I don'ti- Come on, dear. He's dark and distinguished. I'd just show Tommy. All right. She flew up the stairs and was soon ready. When the car drove up, she was playing on the piano, a vagrant smile on her lips. Dark and distinguished! Mmrnmh! When she stepped into the car, Jane snapped on the light. Mae, I want you to know-- Twenty-six

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. I would like to relate now that our handsome hero dashed madly to work, became the brilliant star of the Madison quintet, and won the fair Jean, but alas, our hero had more than his share of spice in him and he turned for consolation, oh woe is me, to another woman. She was a pretty little thing who sat next to Bill in geometry. He surlily worked a problem for her. She turned her big blue eyes up to his and smiled a slow, sweet smile. How wonderful you are,'l she thrilled. It was a very simple problem, but then you know The light that lies in a woman's eyes and -well, you know the rest. Bill's injured ego quickly assumed its former proportions again. She smiled at him in study hall again. Such a sweet, pathetic little smile, he thought. just as he was leaving that night he met her at the door, staggering under a perfect load of text books. He quickly relieved her and she thanked him again with her sweet little smile. Poor Bill, if he had only known how long she had waited for him with that load of books. Of course, he asked her to the Senior dance. You are all familiar with that entrancing little ditty beginning VVon't you walk into my parlor, said the spider to the Hy. Bill was dancing with his blue-eyed siren when Jean came in, accompanied by Tompkins. She nodded to him and smiled. 'A' slow, consuming rage shook him Cah, 'tis getting melodramatic, eh, what?D Unknowingly he followed the pair around the gym Hoor. - They really don't need chaperoning, Bill, the lady of the blue eyes remarked all too sweetly. He flushed, but his eyes still followed the pair. Tompkins may have won the basketball position, but he wasn't going to have his girl, too. The blue-eyed lady did not exist for him the rest of the evening. He tried to get a dance with Jean, but her program was filled. He took his baby vamp home that night, and there ended the interlude of rebellion. Fate, having first made him a thing of scorn, now favored him with dazzling success in true feminine inconsistency. Tompkins broke his ankle and Bill Ferris received the position on probation. You're showing up better, Ferris, but if you ever slump, you will be pulled out immediately, was the brusk remark of Coach Perkins. Bill had made the team, but he had pride. He wouldn't call Jean for a date, not till he had won a gameg been under fire so to speak. His opportunity ar- rived after flirting with him for so long. The Madison quintet was playing Simpson on its own floor. It was nearly time for the final whistle, only forty seconds left. The ball shot back and forth rapidly, the score was 8 to 8. Bill was fouled and a free throw gave Simpson nine points to Madison's eight. Twenty seconds left. The Simpson center lunged a ball to a man almost directly back of Bill. He snagged it, dribbled it to the center of the floor, and shot a perfect basket. It was all over but the shouting, for all but Bill. Sup- pose we listen in with Central. Jean? Say, you haven't got anything on tonight, have you ? I do have a date but- Yes? I could break it-for you. 'Tm on my way. Twenty-fifve

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Tommy, said Mae, but she didn't sound so very surprised though she tried to seem angry and indignant. She turned to go. Aw, lissen, Mae, I'm sorry. Look what I brought you. It was a wonderful box of roses. i She buried her face in their glowing fragrance. Then she plumped down in the cushions and smiled mischievously and bewitchingly. Well, I did want to 'hear that orchestra play Me and My Boy Friend. Of course, it was a wonderful dance. 1 Popularity Versus Money Q ENNOX was a typical small western town concerned in its own local amusements, and undisturbed or perhaps peacefully unaware of the affairs of the outside world. The town had two places of which it was exceedingly proud, one, the large brick high school building erected two years before, where, as Grandma Perkins said, the younger generation acquired its larnin ' and its new fashioned notions. The other place of which the villagers were so justly proud was a beautiful mansion which had been erected on top of the only hill in town and gazed down upon its neighbors with haughty superiority. While Lennox citizens grudgingly admitted that old Chris Morgan had made good, in spite of former predictions, they openly admired and praised his pretty sixteen-year-old daughter, Madge. One cold January afternoon a merry group entered the Morgan home and made a wild rush for the fire place. This jolly band was more familiarly known as the gang, and their picnics, parties, and other good times were envied by every boy and girl in the town. Formerly there had been twelve in the gang but one of the members had moved to another city and they were searching about 'vainly for a new member. But their conversation, which had at first pertained to finding a suitable girl for the gang drifted to another topic even more interesting, the entrance of Patricia Errington into the high school. ' I don't like her, and I don't intend to have anything to do with her, an- nounced Madge Morgan, with an emphatic toss of her pretty head. Her clothes are a perfect scream.. That hat she wears is a disgrace to the town, said Babe Evans, as she complacently gazen down ,at her becoming dress. ' 'fA.nd imagine a niece of Miss I-Iattie's having such an aristocratic name as Patricia Erringtonf' exclaimed Vivian Carleton. Oh you girls are worse than a ladies' aid society, remarked Keith Huntoon. If it wasn't for her clothes and her aunt she'd be all right. She's the best looking girl in school. , You bet 'she is, was his cousin Jack's comment, but she's poor as a church mouse. Jack and Kieth were considered the two handsomest boys in school, so their opinions were generally approved of fby the girls of coursej. She may be good looking, sniffed Madge, but she's simply impossible. Well, we don't have to have anything to do with her, said Stanley Hartford, and they all nodded in acquiescence. ' Thus the gang voted Patricia Errington an alien. I On the other side of the village was a small, dingy, cottage, bare and ugly in the fading light of the winter afternoon. Within the cottage a beautiful girl was sitting by the stove gazing unseeingly at the pages of the book she held in her hand. T'we'nty-seven