Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

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 ®hp QJnfta But what—I don’t understand, she started. ,hl„7r,Wl “ h Mid. and handed her three notea I don’t thlak tt la wrong of me In this one Instance to show them to yon” This is what she read: hJ'UZ ,he ChfmMry Mora Wnr fifteen tomorrow after o’clock.3 Dot Cl,em'Str5' labora,» tomorrow afternoon at four •I wonder if you eould contrive to be in the chemistry laboratory to morrow at four fifteen? Kate.” iau«iatory to- for at h,m in wfde-eyed horror, but had no time to say anything for at hat moment Bess came Into the laboratory. She looked around’ but Ned was nowhere in sight. A slight frown crossed her forehead My lady has a temper.” whispered a voice in Nan’s ear. ‘ But don’t you think it’s too bad.” she began. “Not at all, you wait.” no. nnZgNeT fa “ a d '00ke,i V''rI' ™rPrlS !', at '“ B« » « 'JGS’ ueSS’ wondering h°w on earth she could get rid of e other. But at that moment Kate came rushing in. She tried hard not to show her disappointment, and said: How did you happen to be here?” Well, replied Dot, “Ned asked me to meet him here.” ‘‘But he asked me.” “And me.” Nan was talking in an agonized whisper to her companion: I csn not stand any more of this. I can not reaily. It is mean of us to listen “Nat half so mean as the way they treated you. Now summon up vour courage, we are going to appear. And to three pretty girls all talking at once there appeared Mr. Ned Richard and a little noLdy, Mi s Nan Adams, arm in arm. an There was a chorus of gasps, then Ned said quietly. “I am delighted to 25 r -br1 « « • »k. me„d gill in high to the senior ball next Friday evening. And thev passed o„t leaving the three girls in perfect amazement.

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a hr a nka 23 Bess was too angry to be able to think, so she vented her wrath by spluttering, ‘I don’t see why Ned always feels It his painful duty to butt In. It was absolutely necessary for him to come up here and express his thoughts about that “real little beauty” as he calls her. He must think that It will hurt us if he does go with her.” Nan Adams was a timid, good natured little girl. Her parents were poor, and Nan could not dress as well as the other girls. She felt that she was dependent and helpless. Although every student liked her, no one paid very much attention to her. When any one of the girls wanted anything done that was not pleasant, they would ask Nan to do it, for she always did everything any one wished her to do It It was in her power to do it. “Ah, Bess, do not feel so cross at Ned, he was only teasing,” said Nan in her usual good natured voice. “Oh, of course, you undoubtedly know all about it,” snapped Bess. And with that she flounced off into the physical laboratory, where she was to make up some back work. Nan was Just leaving school. She passed to the door of the laboratory and Bess called her In. “Say, Nan, will you give this to Ned? And don’t watt for an answer?” And she handed her a little pink envelope. With a sigh Nan put It into her pocket. She had just started down the stairs when she met Dot, who handed her another dainty little note, with instructions to give it to Ned, and not to let anyone see her give it to him. She flushed. Whatever would people think? But, nevertheless, she took It, Just then Kate called her from tne assembly room door. Say, Nan, dear, won’t you come here a moment, please? Will you give this to Ned? And for pity sakes don’t tell the girls, or let anyone see you give it to him.” Tremblingly she crept downstairs, and was fortunate enough to meet the gentleman just coming up. “I have been asked to give you these,” tumbling the words out in a great hurry. There are no answers.” ‘Just wait a moment, please. Nan.” He stepped back downstairs and drew her into a class room off the lower hall. “I will read them first. It is mighty funny that I should receive three notes all in one evening. Something up. I’ll bet.” He opened one of them and read it with a puzzled little frown on his face; the next, and he smiled; the next, and the smile grew broader. “Say, Nan, do you know anything about these notes?” he asked. “No, I do not,” she trembling replied. “Well, will you meet me in the chemistry laboratory about four o’clock tomorrow after school. Say nothing about it to the girls, and don’t let anyone see you come in if you can help it. I want to tell you a secret.” Ned smiled. In a flutter Bhe promised and then ran home. When school was dismissed the next afternoon, the girls did not gather at tne library table as usual, for their afternoon gossip, but each had something else to do. Nan went to the laboratory a few minutes before four. Ned was waiting for her. “Your hand—quick!” and in a second she was safely hidden in a little room back from the laboratory.

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tlbr auka 21 Angelin? £o Chp 'Balefcirturian bg a iluniur NGELINE was a girl who seemed to have that marvelous faculty of being always popular. She had curly hair and a round, cheery facp and brown eyes. There really was nothing handsome about her, in fact, she was rather plain, but she had a personality. He was a short, stocky farmer boy who came to school in a one-horse sulkey and wore freckles and a straw hat. He was anything but handsome and did not even have personality, and his name was just plain John—and hers was Angeline. John never knew just what started it a’.!, but it really began one Friday night. He had been to a “party” (if the social gathering he had attended might be called by that name) and had gone home with Angeline. From this time on things went from bad to worse. John didn’t get up early enough, he was given to talking in his sleep, he worked halfheartedly and with no interest in what he was doing. On this particular Thursday of which I am writing, things had gone wrong with John. He had had to be pulled bodily out of bed to begin with, and when he went to milk he grew absent-minded and put his harness on his mother’s favorite horse. After this had been straightened out he got along better and at six-thirty that night had on his best clothes, ready to escort his youthful sweetheart to the spelling bee at the “corners.” Everything had gone nicely—evidently—for at one o’clock John sat in his room and smiled to himself with great satisfaction. He was tired and sleepy, but happy. He had closed his eyes for a moment, not thinking of sleep, when he heard a sound like the whistling of the wind in a dense forest. Turning to the window, John raised the sash and looked out. At first it was dark and the shapes were very indistinct, but in a little w'hile he could see plainly. He was just a little surprised to see an airship anchored a short distance off. In fact, it was right beside the barn. Strange to say, he was not really alarmed and his leaving for the airship was prompted only by curiosity. From all appearances the airship was just preparing to ascend. He could hear the rattle of chains and the shouts of the men. Suddenly he stopped. What was that? A scream? John’s heart stopped beating. Visions of a round-faced school girl with brown eyes rose before him. He heard the voice again. It was Angellne’s! Cold chills ran up and down his back and held track meets and football games on his shoulders. He must save her! The voice came again. It was from the airship and it was Angeline’s! Angeline’s! John covered the block between the house and the barn in four seconds and arrived on the spot just as the giant bird started its motors and rose