Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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RAPPvHAHDC 1921 packed in such a space-conserving manner as the first time—and began to think rapidly how he could close the top on it. He soon solved this by persuading his obliging assistants to stand upon the trunk top while he locked it. The train was now moving; but the two draymen, now quick and agile at the thought of a tip at hand, shoved the heavy trunk on before the train had moved a yard, for the wagon was only about half a dozen feet from it. Again they de¬ manded their money. In the excitement Harry handed them his ticket and ran for the moving cars. But they immediately informed him of the mistake: “We ain’t a-goin’ to N’yawk—we wants that fo’ bitts o’ ourn! Whatcha tyke us fer?” Harry, confused, returned, recovered his ticket, handed them the half a dollar, and then the penny, shouting over his shoulder as he again ran for the now fast moving train, “That cent is only a part of the tip—I’ll send you a money order for the rest from Europe!” The last car was moving rapidly past. Harry Wellington Cuthbert III made a mad jump at the end platform. Happily, however, he landed safely on it, and staggered into the coach. “—and so I just managed to get here alive and that’s all,” concluded Harry, after having related to Uncle Henry, on their way to the steamer, his woeful tale of ill luck. “You are deucedly simple, ’Enry Wellington! W’y in thunder didn’t you borrow fifty cents from some one at the school?” admonished old Uncle Henry Cuthbert, irritably. “And w’y didn’t you jolly well wait and unpack the blawsted trunk in the baggage car to get your ticket? My word, ’Enry Wellington! you may be named awfter your Uncle ’Enry, but I’m quite inclined to think that my namesake does not take awfter me.” “Oh, why I never thought of that,” replied Harry, stupidly. Finis. i

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Now a traffic cop tried to pinch them for a triumvirate of lunatics, but an explanation released them. Finally, they were nearing the station. 1 hey had passed out of the business section and were driving by a row of apartment houses—in an instant every window was thrown open and it seemed that thousands of heads (mostly female!) were thrust out. They did not know whether the rapidly passing vehicle, pulled by two galloping horses, wherein a young man was madly chucking the contents out of a trunk, was some new kind of advertisement or the workings of a German spy—at any rate they were inter¬ ested. But, although our little friend Flarry was exceedingly bashful and hated publicity, he just buried his head deeper into the trunk--and dug. It may seem ridiculous that everything should have to be taken out of the trunk to reach the bottom, but the reader will please know that the trunk was very large and contained an extra tray at the bottom, in which was the desired suit. Consequently, it was necessary to remove the entire contents in order to open the said tray. Finally, however, they reached the station and the train was due in thirty seconds; so our desperate young gentleman got one of his chauffeurs to help him dump the trunk over, and at last Harry caught up the much desired suit of clothes. He took up the coat of the suit and reached expectantly into its inside pocket; it was empty! He searched fruitlessly every other pocket in the coat, and was about to give up in despair, when he remembered that in his haste he had stuffed the ticket and cash into his pants pocket. Now the train came rushing into the station, and stopped with the usual squeaks, wheezes, puffings, and accompanying noises. After a short hunt Henry Wellington Cuthbert III found the breeches and finally grasped the much-needed ticket and fifty-one cents. He frantically began to pitch, hurl, and fling the articles back into the trunk aided by the two slow and indifferent draymen. There were still quite a few things left out when the conductor cried, “All aboard!” “Not yet!” puffed Harry. But the train was already preparing to move. “Better shove ’er on an’ lave thim other things out, kiddo,” advised one of his assistants, sagaciously. Accordingly, Mr. Cuthbert made one last grab at the articles which still remained outside of the trouble-causing trunk, placed what he caught up on top of the already high pile of clothes—high because this last time they were not 7 o

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RPvPRHPvHDC 1921 ®fje Bittner Now as tradition of the school so tells Through many years it was the custom For those, whose race in learning was nigh o ' er To be given by those who well held second place A jovial evening ' s entertainment—a dance. This was the custom when Twenty-two came, Who always stands for progress; so it was That ere lime drew near to that occasion We found that certain wise men had forbidden That even the simple grape vine should be used. And being of a class which does not hesitate (For We believe that those who hesitate are lost) Many a council large We called — where. After much debating by those that love to trot The simple turkey, it was decided even this: That if the grape vine could not be used. Lot it could be — drunken. And even some thought it would be a kindness 7 o give those tired seniors one good dinner. So our illustrious class, seeing it was determined To have a dinner, started valiantly to prepare it. And when the day for feasting had arrived, Then came the seniors in vast and might hoards With ravenous appetites and joyful loolfs. And lastly came the dinner which was o ' erflowing With all good things to eat that do pertain to eating. The stars that in the evening heavens show Their glorious luster are not more numerous. Nor are they brighter than are the members Of the industrious and most famous class Who then assembled at that bounteous feast. The space is limited, tho ' our fine class. Just lil(e our possibilities, is limitless. Yea, long and hard those seniors did partake Till, having no more room for further eating. In many words—fine and gracious Words—told us With what success we had the dinner, Spol(e much and well deserved credit Of our most brave and cordial class Whose great and mighty thought it was that found The weal( point of the seniors—a dinner. 72