Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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THE OWL 97 SHE by Mark Leiby She certainly was a cute little thing he thought as he looked admiringly at her over the steering wheel, and was she lots of fun. She was always willing to go with him wherever he wanted to go and never expected anything from hirn in return. That was the kind of a pal he liked and the crowd all liked her, too. No outing was complete Without her, she was just one of the bunch always in for every kind of game or devil- ment. But she had been a little peeved all day and that wasn't at all like her. She Wouldn't bring him the morning paper or fool with him while he was trying to read it. In fact, she acted very cool and aloof toward him. I have a hunch she was a little riled because he would not take her along on that fishing trip last week and she had to spend the week alone at home, missing all the fun, with no one for company except the canary and the cook. I guess it was sort of lonesome when the one you think the world of isn't around to help pass the time away. He would have taken her along but a fishing camp is no place for her with the odors, hooks, and other para- phernalia, that is common around every man's fishing camp. Now, it was up to him to make it up to her for the Week he had left her alone by taking her out that afternoon for a swim at the beach. Stealing another glance at her and keeping an eye on oncoming traflic he couldn't help but smile at the way she was trying to avoid his attentions just to punish him. Putting his arm around her, he whispered that she should stop pouting and enjoy her afternoon. When they arrived at the beach, the rest of the crowd was waiting for them. It didn't take them long as they were all ready for a swimming party before leaving home. After swimming for some time, he stretched out on the beach to rest and watch the clouds. The crowd had

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96 THE OWL laid out on a rock plateau. The rocky shores of the pla- teau readily lend themselves to landscaped gardens and massed shrubbery. The little summer homes scattered about the island are so beautiful and colorful that they seem to be placed there by nature herself. Birds sing and bees hum and gather honey in the love- ly gardens around the castle. At the western end of the island is built a large pond for swans, and at the southern end is a smaller pond for fish. There are the large fields for those who like polo, and each summer the polo tourna- ments climax the season. The yacht house directly opposite the castle is one ofthe show places ofthe island and here are kept the boats which were included in the property of the Boldt estate. There is a beautiful boat-house with eight bedrooms, and baths. It has a reception room, steam heat, electric lights, open fireplace, and all conveniences one could expect. An artistic rustic bridge over one of the canals leads to the tennis house. Then there are Swiss chalets, unique in architecture and beauty, overlooking a beautiful View in everyfdirection. Q f All this was the dream of one man and one woman. It was to be a tribute of love. Over two million dollars had been spent on the Boldt estate when Mrs. Boldt passed away. The army of workmen droppedtheir tools, and the place became deserted. Birds and bats took up there abode in the dusty halls. Spiders wove their webs over marble fireplaces. Boys threw stones into the plate glass windows. Although Mr. Boldt came to the St. Lawrence River after the death of his wife, he never again visited Heart Island. .

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98 THE OWL drifted in different directions. A few had gone to the hotel for something, others sat on the beach smoking and the rest went out in motor boats. A few minutes later, he heard a motor boat with a terrific exhaust. It sounded as though it was traveling very fast. Looking up, he saw her with another girl riding an aquaplane. She was standing erect, the salt spray splashing her face and she seemed to enjoy it, too. He admired her poise and could just see the wicked little gleam of mis- chief in her large, brown eyes. They always gleamed like that when there was some sort of excitement. Now her body leaned a little forward and to one side as the boat went into a wide turn and the two of them brought the board around without upsetting. He got a little drowsy after Watching them awhile and doiedi off to sleep. The next thing he knew someone jumped over him and scattered sand over him. Sitting up and shaking the sand out of his hair he saw her run- ning toward the car and what was left of the crowd was getting ready to leave because they all wanted to get home before sundown. Shouting good-by to the others, he strolled to the car and started for home. Neither one said a word. I guess they were both rather tired. When they arrived at home, she hopped out of the car and went into the house while he put the car in the garage. A few minutes later when he came strolling into the house, she was waiting for him by the fireside and had his slippers at the edge of his big chair. After he had changed to his slippers and settled back in his chair, she sat on his lap and put her head on his chest. . It certainly was comfortable to hold her on his lap. It gave him a feeling of satisfaction. VVhere else could one find such a companionship ex- cept in his dog?