Fort Wayne Normal School - Annual Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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20 OUR IYliSTIiRD.-XYS ALuMNAE co TR1BuT1oNs FASH IN THE BYE AND BYE BIARY A. Yovxo, T17 A Fwxrixsv. fini:-Present. Prologue-At last I had a chance to be alone with my thoughts, my books, and my fire. Surely Prometheus did a noble thing when he stole tire for us mortals. Many a brain- fagged individual would soon be all porked out if he could not doze in front of the fire- place. It is a shame the old boy had to suifer so for stealing such a tiny tiame from the jealous gods. Vve mortals really should have a holiday for him just to let him know we appreciate his bit of thievery, Thus my thoughts seemed to be rambling on. SCENE I. Time-Same as above. Plan'-Before a fireplace in a comfortably furnished room. Clzarartvrr-Tsme. Father Time. Tsme-Hark! VVhat was that? Surely someone at the front door, but why doesn't he ring the door bell? Cliet up and goes to the door.J Tsme-Shades of the past! VVhat do I see? CEnter Father Time.j Tsme-Greetings, Old Timer! VVhat are you doing here, this isnlt New Year's Eve! Father Time-No, I know it isn't, but things are going badly where I came from and I want you to help me. Tsme-If you just would not mind parking your grass cutter outside, I would feel more comfortable. This is no time to cut me. QTakes seythe outj 'F it 'F Well what is on your mind? By the way, let me stir up the fire. You seem to have forgotten your fur ogercoat and galoshes. Evidently you come from the warmer half of Beyond the Beyond. Q 'tirs tire.J Father Time Csettling downj-The Shades are all disturbed. Everything seemed to be going all right until just a short time ago, everyone was happy and stayed where he be- longed. But now-everything is in a tangle. Tsme-That is funny. Vfhat caused this shake-up? Father Time fwith much perplexed expressionj-I hardly know. Everything is so strange to me and my words seem so inexpressive when I try to tell about it. You see, recently some new creatures came to the Beyond the Beyond. I do not know whether they are male or female. Their hair is short. They have skirts on though, but they are very short too. However some of them do not have skirts, but wear some sort of loose apparel around their legs which fasten at their knees. Then they have voluminous coats and a queer sort of garb on their feetg. black things with soft soles and noisy tops. Their jaws go incessantly, even when they are not talking, which isn't very often. I do not understand it. Tsme-That is rather a queer combination. I don't quite understand either. Do they do anything? Snow again, old top. I don't get the drift, Father Time-That is just what I am coming to. They do something all fhe time. The first ones that came were all right for a few minutesg seemed to like the music and the quietness of Beyond the Beyond. Pretty soon one of them said to one of my musicians, fl am sure this is what she saidb, Say, Old Bluebeard, get some pep in that euk you're sleepin' on. Put some jazz into it. Tsme-Ho, ho, ho!! The Flappers. So you have them there too. How do you sup- pose they ever got in? . Father Time-Oh, yes, the man at the gate said they looked so sweet and innocent when they looked at him that he felt sorry for them. But he was not going to let them in at flrst. Then one of them stroked his beard and kissed him, so he thought they surely belonged there. Tsme-Ha, ha. ha, that is great! Yamped Saint Pete. Can you beat it? I say now tell me more about these jolly Flappt-rs. Father Time-NVell, we all used to be content to sit around on the ethereal banks and listen to the harps. VVe older ones nodded away most of our time, while the younger genera- tions strolled along the River Styx. VVhen these-ah-Flippers- Tsme-Flappers. Father Time-Yes, Flappers came, they were not content to stroll along or even rest upon the airy banks. The first thing they did was to bring forth from one of the pockets of their voluminous coats a package of vari-colored and very spotted pieces of pasteboard. Calling to the older men, sitting near, they said, Say, Old Mossbacks, cut the pack and tune

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FLOWER FESTIVAL QUEENS

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I CLASS GROUPS