Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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THE SAGE 17 Said Jessie Brandt with sage disgust, “This trip will be your last For the suspension law at G. H. S. Has recently been passed.” But “Winnie” shocked by this sudden news, Thought it was all a lie— And turned and said in mocking tones “No, no, that’s not for I.” But Jessie Brandt was serious, “Please harken to my text And cure yourself of taking trips, For something may happen next. “You might as well conform to law, Evading is no use. You’ll some day be amazed to know That you are just a goose.” Then “Winnie” Cobb began to weep “Oh! thus deprived, can I exist; Without my trips I can no more Add lovers to my list. “And think of all the boys and girls At school in years to come Who’ll be assigned to research work To find out what is fun.” But Jessie Brandt maintained her point— “It is best by far,” said she “That girls should stay at home And learn their chemistry.” t So “Winnie” sadly climbed the steps And ’neath the sun’s bright ray She walked in school a better girl, For she was there to stay. MARY POOLE, ’20.

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16 THE SAGE has a name—and the initials are M. C. He is called by that because everyone loves him so! He knows that a grouch on a car does not work, because in just that way has he become the President of this company. But—do’nt gasp. Yes, he comes here every Christmas and takes up his old job because he wants to enjoy his Christmas and put a bit of Merry Christmas in everyone else’s holidays.” Tom said nothing, but with a new light in his eyes, he saw the conductor hand the small boy his huge basket. “Goodbye, Merry Christmas!” the boy called back. “See you on my go-round toward home.” Tom sees now how the gray-haired conductor earned his name “Old Merry Christmas.” KATHERINE GRANTHAM, ’22. TRIPS Jessie Brandt met “Winnie” Cobb In front of school one day, They started talking of thrilling trips In a most familiar way. Said “Winnie” Cobb to Jessie Brandt; “Alas, how happy as I;” Said Jessie Brandt to “Winnie” Cobb: “I know the reason why.” Now Winnie gave her head a twist— And commenced to use her mouth, “Upon a wild, wild trip I’ve been, And now I’m heading South.”

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18 THE SAGE A CHRISTMAS WAGER Richard Grey came down Payton Avenue, Christmas Eve, at a steady gait. He looked inquiringly at the row of flats and hesitated. Then, as if remembering something he dug into his pockets, and finally produced a small card with “68 Payton Avenue” written on it. This proved to be the last flat, and going up on the porch he rang the bell. While Richard stood in front of the door waiting for an answer to his ring, he produced a strik¬ ing picture. He was a tall, robust young man of twenty- one. He wore becoming clothes, and hung on one ear was a jaunty sport cap. While he was whistling a low strain, the door opened and an attractive girl snliling sweetly said: “Why, Richie, I am so glad you decided to come at the last minute. I was so disappointed when your telegram came. Come right in, and make yourself at home.” Richard followed her into a large room, which was dec¬ orated for Christmas with holly and mistletoe. Just then some one called, and she left the room. She was a lovely blonde with sky blue eyes and a rosy complexion. She wore a tailored dress of blue serge which made her all the more attractive by its simplicity. Richard sat down in a large rocker, and looked around him. In a few minutes the girl returned laughingly: “Old Aunt Dinah just wanted me to say that she ’sho was glad her little Richie was gwine to be here fo Christmas.’ Cheer up, Richie, you look so solemn. What makes you stare at me so? I’m the same little Milly you used to play with all the time. Everyone says I haven’t changed in looks much, but maybe you think so.” “No, I can’t say I do,” replied Richard with a queer smile, “but you sure are good to look at.” “There you go, just like you always did. Won’t you ever get over your foolish notions?”