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

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It isn't fair! she exclaimed suddenly. Just because they think I'm poor and the niece of the washerwoman, they all ignore mef' There, there, dearie, said Miss Hattie soothingly, as she carefully ironed one of Madge Morgan's exquisite party dresses. Why don't you tell them I'm only one of your mother's old servants, though that don't mean I ain't as good as they are even if I do take in washin's. If they knew as how your father was a 'rich man they'd all be a lovin' ye to death, she bitterly ended. Of course you're as good as any of those hateful old snobs and I shan't ever tell them you arenit my aunt. I've always been petted and had my own way just because my father was a rich man, but now I'm going to make them love me, just me, and not my money. If the gang only liked me it might be easier, but you wait, she laughed. I'll be the most popular'girl in school, yet, and a member of the gang too. I'll show them money isn't everything. It was two years later and the seniors of Lennox high school were presenting their class play. The auditorium was packed to its fullest capacity and there was continual laughter and chatter. Even the dignity befitting seniors could not conceal the excitement that the gang,' felt, for two of their members were playing leading parts. Dear Pat, I do hope she makes a hit, she's such a darling, said Madge excitedly. Jack's a lucky guy,', was Rex's brief comment. , Oh, it s beginning, cried Babe, and as the curtain rose the audience burst into a storm of applause, for Jack Huntoon, captain of the football team, was leading man and opposite him in the role of leading lady was-the most popular girl in school. Oh, well! Money isn't everything! ! ! , BOTHILDA MAHLER. Twenty-eight

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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

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