Eastern High School - Echo Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE EAST E RN ECHO lately! He's only been giving you the little plays that don't count. Anne dropped the dishes into the hot water with an emphatic splash. Will shrugged his shoulders wearily. If I had said anything, I would have been fired altogether. No, Anne, welll just have to grin and bear it. Guess the kids will have to stop their dancing lessons. Vile wonlt be able to afford it on my salary. 'fOh, VVill, not Claire. She's doing so well, I was talking to the professor just the other day. He said that Claire shows extraordinary promise, only she ought to practice more. Daphne will never be more than just a mediocre dancer. Couldn't we let Claire keep on, and just have Daphne stop? VVell, mused VVill, I don't like to show any partiality between them, but it would be a shame to spoil Claireds possible career, so I guess we'll do as you say. Er-will you tell Daph about it? Mrs. Turis agreed, but a sigh of misgiving escaped her lips as she bent over her dishes. It was going to be hard to tell Daphneg she would be so disappointed. The child was just a silly little dreamer, though, she would never be a suc- cess as a dancer. And besides, in their straitened circumstances, it could not be afforded. She hoped that Daphne would understand. ik lk Pk Pk HK High school days with their joys and sorrows came and went. The Turis girls duly attended, studied, played, and eventually graduated. Then the all-engrossing question of their respective fu- ture careers held the interest of the Turis house- hold. It went without question that Claire would continue to study dancing and try to climb the ladder of success. But Daphne-. As Mrs. Turis said one night a few weeks after graduation, HI don't believe she wants to do anything but dream. She doesnlt want to stay home, can't do office work, doesn't want to go to college. It's too much for me. HDonlt you have any particular ambitions, Daph? asked her father perplexedly. KNO, dad, I just feel useless. I don't really know what I want to do, replied the girl wist- fully. 'fSay, I have an idea, said Mr. Turis after a few moments of intense thought. 'fI'Iow would you like to try your hand at newspaper work? I think I can persuade Cooper to give you a chance. You mean reporting? Why, dad, I had never really considered that. I got good English marks Fifteen in school, though. I wonder if I could do it? Re- porting! I think Ild like to try it, daddy. Will you ask Mr. Cooper about it tomorrow? 'fAll right, girlie, I'll see what I can do for you. That might be just the work for you and you might make good at itfl Thus Daphne became a cub reporter. Her career was very short. I'm sorry, Miss Turis,', said the city editor blandly after Daphne had been there for two weeks, 'tbut your services will be no longer re- quired after today. Your writing is a bit too fanciful and poetical for newspaper work. Have you ever tried writing poetry 7' Poetryl echoed Daphne in surprise, I could never do that. I'm not a geniusfl One doesn't have to be a genius to write poetry, mused Mr. Cooper. A'Nevertheless,'l he continued more briskly, we won't need you any- more after today. That is allfl I seef' whispered Daphne as she walked away. Automatically, she put on her hat and coat, and, drawing on her gloves, stepped out into the busy street. Now, what was she to do? She was not fitted to do the only thing she cared about doing. How she longed to dance! That evening as she sat in the Packman Thea- tre and watched her sister dance, the longing be- came twice as unbearable. Claire was like a beau- tiful, fragile doll. Her every movement was tech- nically perfect, but not a bit of feeling was ex- pressed. Claire lacked the one essential quality which would make her famousg she lacked emo- tion. Her dances should have been poems in move- mentg in reality, they were only the usual dances. Suddenly, as Daphne sat there in the darkened theatre. she felt an unquenehable desire to ex- press the feelings and emotions which Claire was unable to express there on the stage. What was it Cooper had said? Have you ever tried writ- ing poetry ? But no, of course she couldn't write poems, no use thinking any more about that. Later, for a long time she sat in her own room thoughtfully looking out over the sleeping city. Finally, she went to her desk, and took out a piece of paper and a pencil. And far into the night, she poured out her dreams of spring, and sunshine, and golden butterflies. Pk :sc :ic be af Mr. Turis sat down at his breakfast table one spring morning about a year later and unfolded his newspaper, while waiting for his breakfast. As he glanced over the pages, two articles in the personal column caught his eye. The first one read, CCUlIffIl1lCd on page 991

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