Friends Select School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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.Mn ULD ANGUS coclcily on her head. By St. Andrew! was he dreaming? He set down his suit- case and hagpipe, and slowly put his hand to his face and strolced the little white stubble at his chin. Could this really he? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Aye, he was dreaming. But loolct A iittle lad, dressed lilce the lassie in the window and Angus himself, ran up the steps into the door. Angus didn't hother to puzzle or think. He just rushed up that wallc and through the door. He walked up some more steps and into a large room. But Angus lvlactavish paused on the threshold. And a smile spread across his face from one ear to the other. For there, in that room, was a little Scotland. Over the doors were two huge coats ot arms, one oi Scotland, the other ol heloved Britain. And lads and lassies were all about the roomg some oi them hehind counters, piled high with Scotch wares. Here were neclcties with plaids ot different clans: the Campbells, the lwacgregorsi-1 how was old lady lwiacgregons rheumatism?-the Wlacaulays, the Nlacdonalds. No matter the feud with the lxfiacdonalds any more. No matter that lwlactavishes were taught irom the cradle to reach tor their rifles at the sound of the name lvlacdonald. They were from his country, and that was all that mattered. And here were scones and toliee. And over on another counter, spreading out proudly, were heather and thistle hlooms. Angus hustied around, smiling at the youngsters, touching, sampling, huying. Angus forgot the hostility of the city. He forgot everything except the fact that he was no longer alone. it his eyes were wet, they were wet with joy. They tell us, even now, oi how, at the end of that fair, an old Scotchman, smiling and murmuring in the thiclcest ot dialects, had to he lnorcihly put out of the building. And they tell us ot how he picked up an old hagpipe and a battered plaid suit case and marched happily down the street, gaily whistling snatches of airs from Loch Lomond and Auld Lang Syne. JAMES MESIROVV. JJ

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OLD ANGUS Old Angus was ioneiy. He stood on the dock with his hig plaid suit case heside him, and looked around. He wondered why all the passengers and the other people on the dock stared at him. it couidnyt he hecause of his iciits and hagpipe. All the Mactavishes, and the Stewarts, and the Campheiis, too, dressed as he did. And that hagpipe-why, that was his finest possessioni But everyone around him was dressed diiierentiy,-just as the people were dressed that time he had gone down to Edinburgh. And they kept gaping at him and smiling to each other. iwiayhe they were laughing about his ciothes. But this was his finest outiit. He'd worn it specially to come to the hig American city. He!d wanted to show the Americans how fine he could dress: and they were laughing at him. Angus grew red with humiliation and rage. Uncle Andrew was Wrong. Andrew had said these Americans were friendly people, kind to strangers. Andrew had heen to America once and he had told Angus all ahout it. Angus was young then, hut he'd resolved then end there to go some dey to ihei wonderful eouniry hirn- self. He was an old man now, hut here he wus. And he was ell alone. Old Angus wsllred up ihe street. frightened hy the iell buildings and loud noises, and sed at ihe amused grins end whisperings of ihe people about him. He suddenly wished he wos beck in the Highlands. Why hnd he ever rorne here? They didn't want hinil Scotland wus rorley und harren, bui he hed friends there who loved hirn. She was cold ond she didn't have cities like this one, hut he wes with his people. The youngsters always liked old Angus hetter than anyone in the village. And here nobody wanted hiin. My hes.ri's in ihe High- lnnds- Aye, old Robbie was right! The big buildings seemed to close in ahout him. and he couidn't see ihe people hecause his eyes were blurred. Angus kept on. He came to si big briek building wiih s high well around ii. He wns passing ii by, when he glanced in. And in the window he saw-no, it couidn,t bei But there it was-fa iittie Scotch iassie with iciits, and cap perched 54 'W I 5 it ni QE 5 1 rr 5, .ii .r

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