Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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THE SAGE 21 “You’ve won the wager, and also an Invitation to Christmas dinner.” Richard looking up, also discovered the mistletoe and with a broad grin replied: “You bet I’ll stay!” ETHEL STOCKTON, ’22. MY HISTORY By J. C. Berry, ’21 I sit and study and try to learn To know my history, And to late hours, the light I burn To learn my history. In Shorthand I am quite a swell, But not in history; In English I do very well, But, 0 you history! The zeros, O, the zeros fall On me, because of history; In vain upon my brain I call, But naught can get for history. I close my book and give a sigh, All for my history, For twelve o’clock is drawing nigh, And still it is not done—my history!

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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:

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22 THE SAGE RONEY, THE DETECTIVE. Hunter Roane, ’21. Rooney had just returned from clearing up tlie Carlton murder mystery and was seated in his office looking at a list of finger prints through a magnifying glass, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said. The door opened and in came a middle aged man of striking appear¬ ance. “My name is Barker,” he said, shaking hands with the detective. “I am manager of eastern branch of a large firm, and I have come to ask your aid in a matter of great im¬ portance.” “Have a seat and tell me your story. Then we can de¬ cide what is best to be done,” said the detective, as he sat down. “The first warning I had was when I returned home from a meeting last night,” began Mr. Barker. “When ' .I opened the door, I found a sealed letter that had been slip¬ ped under the door. I opened the letter and found a note warning me that a plot was on foot to blow up several of our plants. As I do not know whether this is a plot of rival concerns or a plot or alien anarchists, I am willing to pay you any price to keep this plan from being executed. “Have you this note with you?” asked Rooney. “I have,”.replied Mr. Barker, handing the note to the de¬ tective. The note was in a white envelope and addressed to Mr. Barker, but there was no postmark upon it. The note read: “There is a plot on foot to blow up a number of your plants within the next month. I will let you know at what time the first plant is to be blown up.” Signed: “One who needs you to help him get revenge.” “A very curious note,” said Rooney. “I will retain it and try to find who wrote it. In the meantime, keep a close