Great Falls High School - Roundup Yearbook (Great Falls, MT)

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Published at Great Falls, Montana by the Great Falls High School Fifth Year JUNE, 1912 Number Three The Heroine ■ntih N the first place, I am not the heroine of this story. Neither is Louise. She is a proof-reader on the World and I write sci- nd political killers which I don ' t understand myself, for the same paper at the rate of five dollars per column. Louise and I and the Lady of the Green Eyes live in two dinky rooms nil the third floor of a down-town apartment house. Now the Lady of the Green Eyes is not the heroine either. She is more commonly known as Kitty or that cat, and is a perfectly lady-like gray kitten. Louise is engaged to be married to the Critic Man who lives down- stairs. He and the Youngest Man have an apartment on the floor be- low. The Youngest Man ' s name is Charles Stuart Glendenning, but that is altogether too long to call him by. One evening late in October, the Youngest Man bounced in on us, stumbling over the Lady of the Green Eyes m his haste. Louise and 1 were just finishing supper and the remains of a rarebit was still in the chafing dish. We made the Youngest Man sit down and then fed him rather cold rarebit and very hot chocolate (Oh! rare combination) prodding him meanwhile with quest ions as to his hurry. As soon as he could talk in- telligently, being somewhat hamper- ed by lack of breath and abundance of chocolate, he told us his news. Girls, you have a new neighbor, a peach, a dream a-a. She has the room right next to yours. Funny you didn ' t notice it was occupied. You did? Have you seen her? O! gee! Here the Youngest Man ' s de- scription became somewhat incoher- ent and we were forced to interfere. We saw in a moment that the Young- est Man was hard hit. Louise was glad, or said she was, but 1 hadn ' t the heart to say 1 was. 1 wasn ' t. It was hard to see my old friend — but never mind that now. The next morning we saw her in the halls. She was all the Youngest Man had said she was. and more. She simply bubbled over with vibrating, pulsating life, and made Louise and me look like last summer ' s hats in a rainstorm. She nodded pleasantly and

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ROUNDUP wished us a good morning, which we returned, smiling- our prettiest. When we were safely outside I heaved a sigh of relief. Well, I said, As long as he ' s in love, I ' m glad it ' s some one like her, whereat Louise smiled knowingly. Our friendship progressed rapidly. We christened her the Pretty Lady and she was soon calling us Lou and Beth. There was only one thing that served to spoil the harmony of the situation. The Lady of the Green Eyes took a violent dislike to our new neighbor and whenever she ent- ered the Lady would turn tail and run. Things went on very nicely be- tween the Pretty Lady and the Youngest Man. We aided them as much as we could by bringing them together as often as possible. Lou- ise can concoct most delectable messes on the chafing-dish and I make splendid coffee. On one of these occasions we were gathered in our big room (called big by courtesy), the Pretty Lady. Lou- ise, the Critic, the Youngest Man, the Lady of the Green Eyes, and myself. Louise presided over the chafing dish, waving a spoon in the air and talking- very fast. The Pretty Lady and the Youngest Man were engaged in earn- est conversation oblivious to us, while the Critic and heroine and I were engaged in a three-corned dis- pute as to the merits of a certain one of the season ' s plays. The Lady of the Green Eyes looked on in disdain. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Being the only one not busy, I disengaged my length from the depth of a Morris chair, and went to answer hoping in my heart that there would be enough eats to go around. When the door opened, there stood on the threshold, bowing double and smiling, the strangest looking mortal I have ever seen. I shall not attempt to describe him. There is only one word in my vocabulary that fits him. He was a Shrimp and the Shrimp he has become in the annals of the third floor back. Louise, the Critic, the Youngest Man, the Lady of the Green Eyes, and I all looked at him aston- ished. Not so the Pretty Lady. After one glance, she literally hurled herself at the Shrimp, emiting a cry of George. Then recollecting her- self she turned and said, Ladies and gentlemen, this is my fiancee, Mr. George Booth. Louise recovered from her astonishment first, and said something conventional and polite, asking him to enter and partake of our poor repast. This, however, they both declined and we heard the door close into the Pretty Lady ' s apart- ment. There was nothing to say or do, so we neither said nor did anything. The Critic and the Youngest Man left soon, leaving us weak with sup- pressed laughter. When we were able, we cleared up the remains of the repast and put things generally to rights. While en- gaged in this, the sound of voices came floating through the open tran- som. Good night, honey. Bye, bye. dear. Wdiat does honey think of my new- neighbors? Oh! all right. The old one (Lou- ise) was kind of pretty, but the young- one didn ' t strike me as very much. Good night, dear. Good night. Then some one started slowly down the stairs and the Pretty Lady ' s door shut with a bang. There being nothing else to do, Louise and T turned off the light and went to lied. By the way, the Youngest Man and I are to be married in Tune.