Glenville High School - Olympiad Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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THE REFLECTOR ears to catch the words but not one was audible. After what seemed hours of waiting to Jimmy, crouched down in a cramped position in the back of the car, the two culprits entered the garage. Jimmy caught his breath as Bob seated himself at the wheel and whispered an “all right” to Frank. Slowly the car began to move. The thought had never struck Jimmy that his brother would elope in their little old Ford. But now it seemed only natural that Bob and his Elizabeth should run away in an auto. People nowadays used machines for everything. Slowly the car rolled out to the street, where the noise of the engine would not be so noticable to him (Jimmy) supposedly sleeping in the house. Then Frank, who had been pushing it, went to the front of the car, gave it a crank, jumped in beside Bob, and they were off. They headed directly for the country, and were soon bumping along over a rough country road. Jimmy could stand it no longer. It would have been bad enough had Bob been running away with a girl from the city. But a country girl. This was too much! Jimmy mustered up all his courage and yelled, “Stop! The car came to a standstill so suddenly that Jimmy’s head and the back of the front seat came into violent contact. “What in the name of Jee-ru-sa-lem are you doing here? exclaimed Frank. Bob fairly raged. Jimmy spoke up bravely, still rubbing his head. His words were aimed at Bob. “Where are you going? Bob started to say something but Frank stopped him. Frank was always cooler than his friend in an emergency. “Well sir, if it will do your highness any good to know, we’re going to a ‘Booster’s’ initiation, if you know what that is.’’ Jimmy knew what that was, for he remembered hearing Bob tell of the time he was initiated into the “Boosters Society”. Then patiently Frank explained everything to Jimmy—how they were going out to a certain farm where the new members of the Club would do various stunts. Then slowly Jimmy told how he happened to be in the Ford. The whole time a question was weighing on his mind. Finally it came out in nine breathless words. Where’s Elizabeth that you was gonna rim away with?” Bob, who had been fuming with rage a second before, let out a mighty whoop. Frank roared with laughter. With that question they realized what interpretation Jimmy had given the note. “You little fool!’’ said Bob between his roars of laughter, “You’ve been riding in Elizabeth for the last half hour. Helen White. THE ANGELS “Aid me—or I die!’’ she cried— Liberty, held in the tyrant’s power— And a million brave ones, side by side, Marched toward the fatal hour! For, as each one said a last “Goodbye! A voice like a dying zephyr’s breath, In a faint and sorrowful murmuring sigh, Whispered, “ Tis to the death! ’ Then at the front, they fought and gained; And “Over the Top” the banner bore, And as the bullet about them rained, They cursed the demon “War. Now, cracked the earth from east to west, And awful horror reigned supreme; And then—divine, eternal rest!— Disturbed by ne’er a dream. But after one long, dreary night. And at the morn’s triumphant birth, Still-mortal eyes ope’d by the light, Beheld—a heaven on earth! White cots—old comrades lying there— And soothing gentleness of hands, Then each poor soldier breathed a prayer, “God bless these Angel Bands! V. Whitworth.

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THE REE LECTOR to run away with her tonight. The pater and mater are to l;e out late tonight, so all’s well in that direction. I know you’ll stand by me, old man, so I asked you to please meet me at our garage tonight at 9:45 sharp, to talk matters over. I will Lc there waiting for you. Yours in confidence, Bob ' Jimmy's eyes wandered over this note several times before the awful truth dawned upon him. So this was what Boh had been pondering for the last two days! The terrible meaning of the words stunned him. Bob was going to elope that night with Elizabeth Somebody! Jimmy knew all about eloping for he had read one of Bob’s books that dealt with this very subject. The hero and heroine had stolen away in the dead of night and were never seen again. And this was what Bob, his big brave brother was going to do! It was terrible! A pang went through his heart at the remembrance of all the mean things he had ever said or done to Bob. Why had he torn a leaf out of Bob’s history book last Tuesday so what Bob couldn’t get his lesson, just because Jimmy had wanted to “get even with him” for not helping him with his arithmetic the day before? Oh, why had he done it! A big tear oozed out of one eye and splashed onto the desk. He realized now that he had the best brother in the world. And he was going to leave that night! Those awful words loomed up in his mind again and again. “I am going to run away with her tonight.” Jimmy lay in bed, to all appearance sleeping. but he was really listening for the clock to strike nine-thirty. The contents of that dreadful note had filled his mind all afternoon. When Bob had asked him if he would take a little note over to Frank’s house for him (Frank was Bob’s best friend), Jimmy’s voice fairly trembled as he answered in the affirmative, and he had to run out of the room before his brother would see the tears that the sight of him brought, for although Jimmy was not usually very emotional, any trouble with Bob always seemed to bring tears to the surface. He had been tempted to tear the note up and not give it to Frank at all. But he thought there would be little use in that.and. besides, Jimmy was an honest fellow and was bound to keep a promise. So he had delivered the dreadful message. But in the course of the afternoon he had decided to follow his brother as far as he could. He could at least go to the garage and hear what Bob’s plans were. So now he was only waiting for the clock to warn him that it was time to steal from the house into the dark night. Finally, out of the stillness, came one short stroke of the clock. A tiny shiver crept down Jimmy’s spine. His room was in the back of the house, with a window just over the porch. Jimmy, silent as a cat. stepped out on the porch roof, slid down a post to the porch, gave one leap and landed in the back yard. It was early June and the night was perfect. The moon was shining almost too brightly for Jimmy’s comfort. He crept along in the shadows to a window of the garage. He had broken the glass a few days ago when he batted a ball through it. He had felt dreadful about it then, for his father had said that he would have to pay for having new glass put in with his own money; but now he felt rather thankful that the accident had occurred, for that solved the mystery of getting inside. He crawled in and looked around. He barely had time to get his eyes accustomed to the darkness when he heard a step outside. It was Bob’s. He scrambled into the back of his father’s little Ford car, and crouched down on the floor, just as Bob carefully pushed open the door. Jimmy wanted to erv out when he saw Bob, and implore him not to run away, but he choked back the words and waited in silence. In a few moments he saw Frank’s tall form glide up to the door. Bob stepped outside at Frank’s low whistle, and much to Jimmy’s disappointment the two fellows stood outside just where the door hid them from view. All that came to Jimmy was a low murmur of voices. He strained his 28

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THE REFLECTOR GEORGIA’S CURE r HAT a pity that she wasn't a boy! exclaimed Mrs. Kainc as she looked through the large living-room window at the vacant lot across the road where her tom-boy daughter. Georgia, was playing leap-frog with a crowd of the village boys. “She certainly is strong and healthy but she has become altogether too old to indulge in such rough games.” And this was only too true. Georgia was a tall, red-cheeked girl of sixteen, very boyish in appearance, but with a happy good natured-looking face. She was the idol of the village boys, in fact their leader, but the modest young ladies of her age shunned her somewhat. As Georgia tripped gayly into the house after she had grown tired of playing, she noticed that her mother appeared to be sad and thoughtful. “What’s the matter, Ma?” Mrs. Kaine looked at the overheated girl steadily and began, “Georgia, my dear, I have something important to sav to you, I----“ “For heaven’s sake, Ma, why on earth do you call me Georgia? I’m not really a girl and I sure ain't a state. From now on my name’s George, do you understand?” “Georgia,” continued her mother quietly, “do you realize that you’re sixteen now and that it’s high time that you turned over a new leaf and acted as a young lady of that age should? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself when you see other girls of your age grouped together on porches, sewing, chatting, having a wonderful time together and ----and-----sort of ignoring you ?’’ “I should worry about the girls, the dear sweet niolly-ccKkPes,” said Georeia in a sarcastic tone. “The boys are full of life and they all like me. Me for the fun whi’e I’m young , and with this she threw off her cap and sprawled herself on the living room floor to read the paper. “It’s impossible,” thought her mother, “nothing under the sun can chanee her . Rally day at the village church was approaching and that was the time when everyone attended in his best clothes. As Georgia’s outfit was becoming shabby her mother proposed that they drive to the nearest town in order to buy a fine new one for the occasion. Georgia thought that her clothes were all right but she finally consented to her mother’s suggestion. On reaching the store mother and daughter first visited the shoe department. “I want a pair of tan shoes with low heels,” answered the young lady after the clerk had asked what she could do for her. “The plainest and most boyish-looking pair you’ve got. I want ’em good an’ big, too . When the clerk, rather astonished, brought out a very ugly pair of high tan ones with extremely low heels, “Oh, those are just great,” exclaimed Georgia, “exactly what I wanted!’’ “Georgia ”, said Mrs. Kainc quietly, “you really don’t like those? “Don’t like ’em, well, why shouldn’t I ? I’ll take them, they're the very kind I wanted”, replied the girl in a good natured manner. They next visited the suit, blouse and millinery departments. Georgia chose an extremely tailored navy serge suit, a linen waist with a high collar, a boy’s tie and a very mannish-looking black hat. She ended her shopping by purchasing a swagger stick. As they were driving home, Georgia commented on her fine taste, thoroughly disgusting her mother. At last the great day came! From all over the village, people were flocking to the little church in their Sunday best. All the young ladies wore fine silk dresses, beautiful hats and shoes with wonderfully high heels. Georgia can be imagined in her outfit of which she was very, very proud. As Mrs. Kaine had been unusually busy that morning, she and her daughter did not arrive at church until after the program had begun, and as it was Rally Day, the little church was crowded and they were obliged to stand. The children of the Sunday school had an important part in the program. 30