Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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look of satisfaction at their work, and stole out of one door just in time to see Gwendolyn and her fated admirer enter by another. .....-...........-........................ I Two hours later. Dick and Johnnie, peeping out of the library door, espied the English dignitary leaving the house enshrouded in one of Mr. Forsythe's overcoats and wearing the most woebegone expression. Quickly and quietly Dick made his way to the drawing-room. There he found Gwendolyn, laughing and almost hysterical. Approaching her unseen, Dick knelt down beside her, and .............. ................ and... .... . ..... . The next june, one of the handsomest and most exclusive weddings took place in Philadelphia, that that city had ever seen. Curious people, perusing the society news column of the Public Ledger, were interested in reading the following announcement: Philadelphia's Famous Beauty VVedded! The marriage of Miss Gwendolyn R. Forsythe and Richard Chetwood. both of Philadelphia, caused a great sensation among the members of the smart set? It was thought that Sir Cliulmondoly Tuppington, Bar't, was to be the favored onef, lt then enlarged upon the magnificence of the decorations and the gorgeous array of gifts. as is the custom in such cases. And thus we find that cinnamon taffy has more uses than one. LILLIAN HALL. 12

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speedily made his way, hoping to secure his aid in banishing his rival from the scene of activity. Upon arriving at the Forsythe mansion, he was directed to go to what John pleased to call his den,,' but what was in reality a store-house of miniature trains and wireless-telegraphy apparatus. Hello, Johnnie. exclaimed Dick, Do you feel like doing a favor for your gran'dad? Come here and I'll tell you how we can have some fun. John immediately seated himself comfortably on the arm of Dick's chair and waited to hear the plan, his bright face eager and alert. VVell, Buster, you know that old fat British dub that's always mooning around here PM Retcher life I do, responded Johnnie, clinching his little fist at the mention of Sir Chulmondoly to whom he had taken a great dislike. 'WVell. just you wait! XVe'll fix him! You know you and I had planned that I was to be your uncle some day. lt looks pretty much as though old Archie was going to fill that position. You're with me in giving him the gn boost, are'nt you, kiddiet You can count on me sure, answered young Mr. Forsythe, his hands in his bloomer pockets, trying his best to look manly. Sir Chulmondoly is coming tonight to see your sister and he took care to let me know he was going to propose. VVell, he'll propose! Look here. Johnnie, live brought a pound of cinnamon taffy, no, not for you. I'm going to use it to humiliate our beloved friend. Now, come on down in the kitchen. and we'1l melt this whole lot of taffy. Hustle up. we have'nt very much time 2 The two mischief-makers hastily made their way to the cookery. and, with Dinahis consent, started to reduce the hard candy to :1 state of delicious stickiness. Now, while this is cooking, go and get that yellow sofa-pillow out of the chair the old fellow always sits on in the drawing-room. John, beginning to see the joke, scampered away to the drawing-room. returning the next minute with the prize safely tucked under his arm. That's the stuff! Now show how Well you can print. Get your color box and reproduce in your best style the word: Stuck? When the taffy had melted to the consistency of thick glue, and the pillow displayed the tastefully painted sign, Dick and Buster hurried to the drawing-room, for the clock in the hall showed them that they had but three minutes before eight o'clock. , Entering the room on tiptoe, Dick deposited the liquid cinnamon taffy on the floor, and turned to Johnnie for the pillow. Placing this mutilated object, inscription downward, on Sir Chulmondoly's favorite chair, Dick be- gan to smear the top generously with the melted cinnamon taffy which was exactly the same shade as the satin. Then, hearing the sound of footsteps at the other end of the hall, they hastily picked up the utensils, took a last .11

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A Sonnet to a Rocking-chair llow many hast thou held in fond embrace, As to and fro o'er carpets thou hast gone, A hav'n of peace art thou to eve from dawn. Thy soothing swing and never tiring pace Full oft a weeping child with mournful face, Have stilled. This comfort ne'er we'd pawn. llut once thy scat, unlook'd for, chanced to yawn, As sev'ral hundred pounds with easy grace, Descended. Now thy remnants, far too weak For common use. by aid of glue rest0r'd Are gazed upon with awe by younger eyes. XYhilc in thy place. a rocker, new and sleek, With pride displays its charms. Alas! deplor'd Old rocking-chair, thou art a roost for flies. E l2I.lZAl'1E'l'H D. ENDLICH. 13