Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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THE SAGE 19 “Maybe,” be said, straightening his tie. “And, Richie, tell me about your room-mate, Richard, that is always writing notes on my letters from you. I’m just crazy to see him, but I just imagine he carries on with every one, but I never have been able to overcome that demon of feminine curiosity.” Richard moved uncomfortably in his chair, and cough¬ ed. “I’m afraid you have the wrong opinion of Richard. He is a genuine sport, and all the girls like his company.” “I wish you had sent me his picture with some of those kodak pictures, because I would like to see how he looks.” “Well, I’ll tell Richard of his unkonwn admirer when I get back.” “Indeed you won’t” she replied indignantly, “I’ve never admired him in the least. I think you’re awful rude. The idea of you telling him anything I said.” With this she began to pout, as if terribly hurt. Rich¬ ard looked puzzled and getting up said: “Come, come, Milly, old girl, I’ll not be naughty again. Come, show me vour presents, and forget about our little spat.” She brightened up, and taking him by the arm they went out into the adjoining room. “Now, this silver card case is from dear Cousin Emily, you know she always remembers me. This candy is from Charles, and by the way, he is coming over tonight to see you.” “That’s nice, and who is this pin from?” Just then they heard a loud masculine voice in the hall. “Anybody at home? This is a nice way to treat a fel¬ low.” Milly gave a little startled cry, and looked at the young man wdio had just entered. “Why, who-o-what, who are you both? Which one is really my cousin? Am I seeing things or dreaming? Richie, my cousin, speak up.” Both boys looked at each other with a surprised coun¬ tenance.

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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?”

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20 THE SAGE “Why, Rich, what brings you here on Christmas? I thought you were in Georgia. Milly, meet mv room-mate. Richard Grey. Richard, my cousin, Mildred Hanson,” said the boy. “Why, we are already acquainted old sport,” replied Richard Grey. Mildred stood by in amazement. Here stood two boys so near alike that she had taken an impostor for her beloved cousin Richie! What had she done? “Well, Richie,” said Richard Grey, “I’ve played a good trick on you, so I’ll have to explain it.” “I think somebody better,” replied Mildred, still look¬ ing from one to the other. Richard Grey looked at Richard Carson and Mildred Hanson, and laughed heartily. “Miss Hanson, I am due you an apology, and so I’ll explain it all. Richard is my room-mate at Harvard.” Mildred gasped, and turned from one shade of red to another. “As you see, we are very much alike, and are often taken for each other. I became acquainted with you through Richard and I was curious to see you in real person. Some of the boys heard Richie was coming to spend Christmas with you. Four of the boys made me a wager of five dollars that I couldn’t come here and meet you without your rec¬ ognizing me as a stranger. I was game, and so here I am. Even my old friend Richie here knew nothing of the plan.” “How foolish I was not to ask if you were Richard Carson at first. Oh! why am I so silly?” cried Mildred. “Old sport, you are a game bird sure enough, and you sure played the part fine,” said Richard Green slapping Richard Grey on the back. “I’ll let you decide whether or not I’ve won the wages Miss Hanson ,” he said laughingly. Mildred looked up, and suddenly seeing they were standing under a large bunch of mistletoe, she replied sweetly: