Greenville High School - Chief Yearbook (Greenville, OH)

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Wi' VQJTU .FT . , all T ll IQ' All W ' R 1925 ,t5l3'.4mL'i-it Th C Chief s a - at Q R ga The Mirror of Life ' EASTI.Y---absolutely beastly, muttered Mr. R. Macflarn Harmon, as he thought of the state of his finances. He was so emphatic that his monocle dropped from its insecure position and dangled on its slender ribbon over his dove gray cravat. Bah jove F he continued. I thought I could weather the frost but---it's rotten-it's-it's---. Of course you've guessed that Mr. Harmon was an Englishman. Oh yes. he came from the very best branch of English aristocrats, or so he would tell you. By this time Mr. Harmon, monocle, cravat, cane and spats was strolling slowly down Broadway. I-Ie continually removed his topper in response to the Good-evening, Mr. Harmon's that were accompanied by the charming smiles and rustle of skirts. He reached his hotel, got his key and went up to his room. He was thinking deeply. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he observed, XYe'll see if we can't solve the problem---eh---wot? Reggie was always on intimate terms with his mirror because it never answer- ed back like the impertinent bounders one met, and the look he saw there was always an approving one. He bathed, took his tea, looked out the window, lounged around the room, settled himself in an armchair and puffed at his briar. lYhat? Uh, of course it was imported. He sat silent. his chin buried in his chest. His pipe went out. But what matter? The problem was solved at last. He arose, went to his dresser, opened a drawer and drew out half a dozen photographs. These he arranged on the shelf above the Fireplace. Then retreating he gazed at them quizzically. Of course they were all of the fairer sex. Hmm, he muttered, let me see, there's Madeline Grey---her mother---no I couldn't stand her---she's too obese. Now there's Louise Vl'ells,---decent girl, but---well, I can't have an actress. Next we have the Sidney sisters. Either would do---not much money. Very unfortunate. Antoinette D'Aubey--h-m---father's a broker---very good---but wait--- she's got a deuced bad temper---no go old dear---beastly luck. Ah---Mary Campbell---Scotch---very wealthy---father's a cheese manu- facturer. Yes, Reggie, it'll be Mary. A month had passed since his soliloquy and he was again speaking to his mirror. lYell, old top, I think it'll come to a show-down---perhaps tonight. Father and mother rave and plead but Mary has a will of her own. Reggie, you have the winning hand. Mr. R. MacClarn Harmon awoke the next day, took his breakfast and looked at his mail. There was only one letter. He read it once, twice, half a dozen times. He strode to his mirror and looked at his eyes. He re-read the letter. Mr. Harmon said things a gentleman wouldn't say. Now why did Mary Camp- bell want their engagement broken? Why? Why? Why? ---- Oh blazes, he might as well see her and knock that nonsense out of her head. The idea---silly little fool---she seemed pleased enough last night. VVell he'd soon settle it. She'd have to be sensible---money didn't grow on bushes nowadays. Page Eighty-eight