Eleanor McMain High School - Echoes Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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and ..-greeted' ' her ' with, where'd you like to It really doesn't matter to me, Mr. Farrand. It seems you've al- ready planned almost everything with Mother, she replied coolly. ' 'Well, go along, dearg have a good time and I'll not wait up for you, put in her mother as the two left. Several hours later, Helen re- turned, angry and more bitter than ever. As she left her escort at the door, sheicily thanked him for a , lovely evening. She undressed and, exhausted, threw herself in bed, immediately going to sleep. The next morning during break- fast, her mother asked if she had had a nice time the night before. No, Mother, I didn't. I just can't enjoy that man's company, and please, if he calls again, don't tell him I'll go out with him. Yes, dear, only, I wish you weren't so bitter. He would make a wonderful son-in-law, was her mother's' innocent remark. Mother, I haven't'even the slight- est intention of seeing him again, much less .giving him the chance to propose! Helen answered, amazed. She swallowed her cup of coffee and left for work, thus implying that the subject of Mr. Farrand was definitely closed. During the next few days, Mr. Farrand's name was not mentioned, but a certain Mr. Harry Clarke's was, quite a' few times. He took Helen out nearly every' night and she seemed to be wonderfully happy dur- ing the time. He was a promising young man, for he had started at the ,bottom as a stock boy at Farrand's and had worked himself up to the best shoe salesman' in his depart- ment. ' One night, both Helen and Harry had stayed at the store for a Christ- mas Eve party and Harry had told Helen he- would take her home. It gcould 'easily be seen that young Tom Farrand had had a little too much ,to drink. He was now swaggering .toward them wi-th his eyes bleary bloodshot. I A - j 7ff Mishter Clarke, 'could I sheeyou :ajninutel in' the other room? .he asked.. f1g ,V . .K Q ff'Yes,f Farrandff replied,Harry and ,turning ,to Helen., 'he 'told her to get -'rvL.'.,s r -- her coat and hat and he would be with her in a 'few minutes. . As she stood inside the door wait- ing, she saw that the city was in for a White Christmas. There were already a few flakes drifting down and the cold stiffness of the air showed that the snow wouldn't be long in coming. She pulled her coat tighter around her and shivered a little as the door opened for some- one, admitting a burst of cold air. She wondered what was keeping Harry and decided to go back to the room where the party was ting to be very noisy. There asked if anyone had seen Harry, was 'told that Harry and Tom gone into the adjoining room hadn't returned. She went to get- she and had and the door and heard Harry's voice faint- ly above the rabble of the party. He was saying, You did steal that money from the cash register, didn't you? Yes, but you'l1 never tell any- one. No, sir, I'll see to that. You may think I'm dead drunk, but I can still see straight enough to see that you won't ever tell Grandfather or anyone. You won't even live long enough to propose to Helen. I'm go- ing to marry her, understand. Pm going to marry her! At this moment Helen pushed the door open just in time to see Tom seize a heavy decoration from the wall and start to bring it down with murderous force. But as he caught sight of Helen, he dropped his heavy implement and stared. You're going to marry Whom? she asked. ' ' As he turned toward her, Harry took advantage of his opportunity and 'knocked him out. He sank to the floor unconscious and Harry opened the door, calling to the night watchman, Hey, come take care of this fellow, will you? Sobbing and trembling, Helen was clinging to Harry. It's all right, honey, he said, Let's go home. V When Helen had regained her self- composure, she asked' Harry what had happened in the room. Well, Harry replied, 'fhe asked me, as you know, to come into that room for a minute. He insisted that- he was going to -take yourhorneg but I told him that he had another thought coming. But why didn't he ask me him- self instead of. gding to you'f'?Q.,'fiii?P31 quired Helen. - - A I g ., Q-I 1' if, 'He knew' you would never con- sent to it. I guess maybe' he thought he would bully me intofletf ting him do it. His main purpose was to propose to you! In fact, he even showed me a two-thousand,-dob lar engagement ring he had for you! A two-thousand-dollar engage- ment ring! exclaimed Helen. 7 I Yes, and that's when I became suspicious. He wastes so much that he would never have money to buy a thing like that. Besides, the store missed 52,000 from one of the cash registers last week and no one but Mr. T. G. Farrand the' First had a key. Since he was out of town, I guessed that young Tom must have taken the key and stolen the money. When I accused him of it, he knew he was trapped, and if you hadn't interfered, he would have killed me. . X By the time they reached Helen's home, a heavy snow was falling and it was after midnight. Helen, do you know what time it is? Harry questioned. , - No, was the reply, but it must be pretty late. It's after midnightg it's now Christmas Day. Merry' Christmas, darling! he said as he slipped a tiny diamond solitaire on her finger. Merry Christmas, . Harry! she whispered with her heart in her eyes. - i.li Favorite Entry fContinued from page 311 That's Helen, Mickey's wife. She just came to town and when -we found that out, I told them to stay here until we could find a place for them. That is 'all right isn't it? Of course, George! Those spies will be tried in a few days. - I ,'-'Oh, please, may I go to the trial? NGO? Why, Ellen, you're going to be one of our prize witnesses! - So you see, Dear Diary, this'isn,'t the end. forgotten and I' won't be able-fto. trust my memory, I'll hayeleitmall 7 n I - ' After everyone else has down pat in you. - ' ' fi Heavenly days! Now I liavelto Helen and. Mickey an,iapartm,entlf.

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Her mother was at the hospital where she would stay all night. Janice was to eat. study. and go to bed early. ' All this happened on Monday af- ternoon and Tuesday was a day on which everything went wrong. The alarm clock didn't go off. Janice was tenminutes late and forgot her first period homework at home. Oh, what a dark day! At last the lunch bell rang! ' Jackie, she cried, on seeing her friend, I surely am gladtc see' you, and with these words, she poured out her tale of woe. , You think you have trouble, an- swered Jackie. Mildred Williams did buy that palegblue wallet, but lost it again with all her graduation money in it. She says she doesn't know where she lost it, either. Isn't that tough? ' Yes, but her father will give her more. . , No, he won't. He said she was spending too much money lately, what with the war and all, and re- fused to give her more money for anything! ' I Was her wallet really light blue? Yes, didn't you know? You hav- en't seen it, have you? Um-I' was just asking. Well, I have to go study my Latin. See you ,in Gym. She didn't have to run off like that, thought Jackie. After all, I've been dying to tell her Jerry finally Cl -'E-c-H-ofa-s . .:.' -.. , wr'f9l'1fl.i ,lg1A5 f'l'l' 'v '51.i.'.f.i .iw V' ' p ' ' .- I 'Vt ckiihiia-in-:Sfe1A234k.f:li6sY-..J'?4r.zI-511.1 . .' -.-fa'-lj -lL!.3f7J? asked me to the Prom. Well, if she wants to be like that, all right. And with these angry thoughts, Jackie joined her -other friends. But Janice wasn't studying her Latin. She was walking on the campus. I really don't have to give her the money. After all, she is sure to get the class ring. Why should she get two and me none? It isn't fair! She has always had everything. . But what am I 'thinking of? I couldn't'keep the money. It wouldn't be honest. Everytime I looked at the ring, I'd think of how I got it. And suppose someone should find out! It's no use-I have to give back. I've know it all the time. Might as well take it to her now. And that is how Janice made Mil- dred, who was almost her enemy, the happiest girl in the school. Wednesday would have been just like any other day, except that Tom Walker met Janice on the way to school and finally asked her to go to the Prom. She could hardly wait to get to school to tell Jackie. At two o'clock the Senior Class meeting was drawing to a close. The last number on the program wasthe presentation of the class ring to the girl or' boy whom the class voted the best all-.around and most worthy to wear it. As Tom Walker, the class president, rose, an expectant hush fell over the class. Graduation is only a few weeks away, and We haven't much time left to be together as students of Cen- tral High. Soon our books will be gone and in their place we shall hold many fond memories. Now, at this point of in- of the class any further. time, comes the high terestf-the awarding ring. Before We go let mel say that the secretary will take all orders from students for their rings. But one girl-yes, the honored one is a girl-will not have to place an order. This girl has been known for her friendliness, leader- ship, and likeable personality. 'Pm sure everyone agrees with me when I say 'Congratulations' to our Honor Girl, Janice Carter! The rest was blurred to Janice. She was so stunned she could hardly think. Imagine me, Janice Carter, the Honor Girl! Mother and Earl will be as thrilled as I am. Thank Goodness I returned that money. Thank Goodness for the Golden Rule! . .ly ,- u ' o f' Y I 'Ha --is-.J -re: 4-1 9 T .r:. 1 - v hifi 1 'ir' '. 'IG I ' ' I - A - ': as -?.g-'-: '- iff 'Y' - , 1 ,. a-':-' ' I - -1 gsf':x.:f1 f - - f- -I-H-f.i...eI'. L1:--... :Nga-,Egg - , -- '- -- -e--, :5g.'.1,:,1-l f . . . .Ma .. .qw 4 , .. ,,::,,:,',.,..H,'2' Herr Own Life . Virginia Reid, '46 NBUT Mother, I've told you, in- sisted Helen bitterly. Yes, dear, 'I know, interrupted her mother, but he's such a nice young gentleman and he's so polite. I just don't understand why you don't like him. At this point, Helen, red and an- gry, left the room, retorting, I just won't have you living 'my life and making all my decisions for me, even though you may think you are do- ing the right thing! 1 This hot argument all came about when Helen Donald arrived home after her day's work at Far- rand's Department Store. Her moth- er had just informed her that Mr. T. G. Farrand, III, about whom the argument had started, had phoned and asked if he might take Helen out that night. Mrs. Donald, seeing no harm in doingso, immediately consented, even though she knew her daughter strongly disliked Mr. Far- iand. Helen had long known. that young Tom Farrand was the spoiled, conceited grandson of the owner of the store. But Helen, darling, he's to be here at eight o'clock, continued Mrs. Donald, following her up the stairs. Now, Mother, I don't want to seem unreasonable, but that mane she began. - Darling, you've just got to go out with him tonight. I've promised. A All right, Mother, all right. but hereafter please let- me make my own dates. Yes, dear. Now you run upstairs and put on your prettiest frock and I'll have you a light snack when you're ready. You can eat and still be ready when he gets here. You know, I've a feeling he likes you more than you think. I do wish you could take a liking to him. Helen dressed ra-ther hastily and ate her snack, finishing just asthe doorbell rang. She heard her mother greeting Mr. Farrand and his Good evening, Mrs. Donald. said in his usual smooth, though slightly conde- scending, manner. 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A Q . .a rf- if5 ff 2' f' i ' ' i K ' .T ,1 ffff. 3A 'wfi J'f fjeT.f.'l'ii .-rE .ff5i' i 4 if7 'ff-iiiliilfii'ff':5b'.E'f7's ,-15-'f5uL.1 1' 'S ,,,- , i ' , .A ' ' . - ' - in 1 7--flag - - . . 5 ,- ,fafgjry D , S ld' D 'times since the mail came, HI- OCS A O 1Cf I' C3111 . eyening, that he ,didn't have. to' the writing to know exactly W'hat'iiliQiffi1.29 ,. . . . - ,-'-'.-. said. He knew it d1dn't say all .off -A-1535.25 , By Shirley Siegel evening after supper. Yes, Dad was the things She wanted it to SaYS'hQ5'?'-diff: - getting old nowg his hair was turning knew hvw . to 1-'Gad things' iUl?0 it! THE moon seemed to stand still. Its gray and the twinkle in his me,-ry though, and he knew that shemeant I 'f1'Q7i,e soft light spread over the inces- blue eyes was growing dim, but he them to be them' They had 'always ' N -'NFL sant Pacific. the pale beach, and up across the full brown tents. In the soft, unreal night. the pyramidals looked like aboundant shocks of corn. Rv the wire near the beach, a rangy soldier lay on his back. his banjo on his stomach awkwardly strumininor on the strings. He pecked out sin'I'e notes and sent them whining into the night. He could hear the men in the tents checking and recheckiwr their efiuinment. He wanted to write a letter home. but knew he couldn't nut the things he felt on paper. There was no wav of describing the uncer- taintv' and loneliness. They were shipping out in the mornineq, and no on.e knew where they were going or what they would find there. It was a winter's moon on a tropical hear-la. naradoxically warm to them, enticing. yet its unfamiliar light was disturb- ing. He was playing My Old Ken- tucky Home and the bitter notes that came from the banjo were like a young Negro whose memory holds tragedies he has inherited but never known- For my old Kentucky home +far away. . ' Andnthere he lay, strumming his banjo, and dreaming of home. The little house on'a curving street facing the hills was a beautiful sight all year around, but in the winter, when the fir trees wear white collars and the shadow of the fence is purple on the drift, when the birds take tiny stitches in the snow and our 'footprints hurry toward the house as dusk draws nigh, there is an enchant- ing, and unforgettable warmth of home. The warmth of home, its fragance, coming from the outside- from the winter air-the waiting look the rooms have-the dining room where the little blue cupboards with pretty things are in the corners! The was still the best companion, the truest friend, the only--Dad. And then, there was Mom at the station kissing him good-byg trying hard to keep from crying, but as he boarded the train, he could see tears in her eyes, shining like drops of rain in the sun. The train pulled out and from the back platform he saw her tiny handkerchief dab at her eyes as she strained forward lest she miss the last glimpse of the train. And those goodies! Everyone enjoyed them so. Gee, Mom surely is a good cook! She knows just what a fellow likes. She was always working so hard to please everybody, but you didn't think about that 'until you were away from home and you couldn't ask for your favor- ite pie and, presto, at supper time there it is before you. You just don't appreciate anything until you've lost it. . But it isn't gone forever. Some day he'll be back home in that old corn- er room with the school pennants that Mom has kept so neat and ready. Heid been eating K rations for so long that he no longer thou-ght of fried chicken, salads' or cake, except at the peak of a growing description of things longed for. He thoughtnof fried eggs and crisp strips of bacon sizzling in -. hot grease, the aroma penetrating the thickest walls to drift under one's nose and arouse him from his quietest slumber. He could remember the way the green linole- um was worn by the sink, he could -hear the radio playing and see 'the evening paper droppedf under the light at the end of the blue divan. These are some of the little things he looks forward to. For it's the little things-the small familiar pleasures -that to him, as to all of us, add up to home. ' i - understood each other ever since they had been very young. Then he was caught in a 'whirlpool of imagi- nation that sent him spinning back to dreamland. She was a quiet kid with a small face and her eyes were soft, sort of like a kitten's. He never thought anybody could- ever feel the' way he did about some things. And here was another per- son, even if it was a girl. They had grown up together-loving and un- derstanding. Once in a while they'd go to the movies 'with the gang, but lots of times, they'd just stay home and play checkers or go over the old Latin. They had planned everything just as it should be' and when he gets back, there'll be newer, finer ways of enjoying the land he fought for. Maybe he will have his post- war meals in pink and purple pills: maybe he'll swoosh to work in a rock- et car-maybe so! But there are ,a few things that eleven million G. Ig Joes want to find just as they left them-just as they've dreamed about them through all these long months. Such as the unchanging love of the girl who waited and the corner room, and the old fireplace and America. He knows what America means now. He had known her rivers be- fore, her towns and her slow climbing mountains. He had learned the places where Ehe could go and Where he could not go, but after serving her, he knew there was no place that was not his, no part of America that was not his. 'A little courage had earned him that right, because rights arexnot granted. No group of men can grant other men rights of any kindg they are achieved and acknowledged. 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There was no iff is where he had popped corn and roast- scrambled to his feet, clutching his charity of mind, no freedom oft + ed apples .as a kid. And there, banjo in his hands, but the planes thought,!no denial ofworship, no, 'V ,QE sprawled out, in front of the fire- were friendly -and seconds later the hungeixunwillingly shared: there wasp, A'A. place is the deerskin he got on that all clear blew. Kickingaside the co- no one who was abject in the faceof if last hunting trip with .Dad. ,Good coanuts and dead frondis, leaning duty. These things he knew,he.liad xg old Dad, he remembers him best, sit- against the gray, broken trunk of a gained, deeply and unendinglygas' ify..j . ,ting before the fireplace smoking his tree, he pulledxa rumpled letter from they had beenirevealed iii the ,blq9,d'-j- 4 j pipe Sand reading the -paper in the his pocket. He had read it so many of his veins. someday he will . . 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