Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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corn. Presently I came to a house and, being very thirsty, I went to the kitchen door and asked for a drink, when, to my great astonishment, I saw a middle-aged man washing the dishes and trying to hush a fretful baby, while a boy about fifteen Was sweeping the floor. Hiding my astonish- ment as best I could, I secured the desired drink and went on. Looking across the fields, I perceived two more women plowing. I went over to where they were, and my face must have expressed the astonishment I felt, for one of them said: You must be a new one in these partsf, We only arrived yesterday, I said. I suppose it seems queer to see women working like this, for they don't do it in other places, I am sorry to say, but then you'll get to it, I reckon, especially as you'll have to pitch in an' help, too, in harvest time, for we generally have such a big crop that every woman in the place has to turn out an' help, so there won't any go to waste. P The effect of this startling announcement that I had got to help run a threshing ma- chine was too much, and 'I started off, dis- gusted with the people, if not with the country. Soon I met a farmer's wagon which a Woman was driving, and I asked if she were going to the village, which was about a mile distant. She said that she was, and asked if I should like to ride. As I wished very much to see the village, I availed my- self of her invitation and climbed into the wagon. She tried to enter into conversa- tion, but we failed to hit upon a congenial subject. She asked me ifI had read The Signs of the Times for Women, and the Divine Right of Woman. But as I an- swered that I had never seen either of these magazines, she seemed to conclude that I was a very illiterate person and not worthy of her consideration. She let me down at the first street corner, and as I walked up the street, I began to wonder if the world had begun to turn in the wrong direction. The first store was a millinery store, with a number of trimmed hats in the window. I stopped and read the sign, Mr. James Johnston, Fashion- able Milliner. I walked along farther and came to a blacksmith's shop. Upon looking in I saw a woman shoeing a horse, while a girl, her apprentice, was blowing the bel- lows. I looked at all the signs on the street and they read thus: Rosa Lee, Flour and Feed, John Hale, Candy Maker, Isa- belle Stuart, Druggistf' James Mason, Plain Sewing. At the end of the street was a large rolling mill, ' Sarah Howland, Rochester Roller Mill. Use Sarah's Flour. I went to the postoflice and entered into conversation with the postmistress. It seems to me, I began cautiously, that the women have a good deal to say about things around here. I Ohlu' she said, , we have the say about everything. It's the only way to bring man to the realization of the capabilities of woman. I wandered home again, and, to my hor- ror, I found my father with an apron on and his coat sleeves rolled up to the elbows, mixing bread. This shocked me so that I awoke, and found, to 1ny great relief, that' it was all a dream. P7 FLORENCE CARROLL, Igoo. 25

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head over heels in love, though he would never have confessed it. 'Wllefhef Mi55 Tracy was equally charmed remained to be seen. Une evening not long after this, he re- solved to call on her. He was informed at the door that only one Miss Tracy was in, and being ushered into the drawing-room beheld, much to hisjoy, Miss Helen Tracy. Site did not seem very pleased to see him, but just stood calmly and haughtily looking at him. He advanced toward her and offer- ing his hand, said, Perhaps you don't re- member me, Bliss Tracy. I think we met here a short time ago. l'm afraid I don't. I think it must have been my sister you met, answered Miss Tracy. No, I'm quite certain it was you, and then the conversation changed, and they drifted to other subjects. All through the evening Miss Tracy was very cold and dis- tant, and he departed, wondering how he had found her so charming at their first meeting. Not long after this,just as he was cross- ing a muddy down town street on business, he saw advancing from the opposite side Miss 'l'r:1cy: she saw him, too, and a bright smile llitted across her face. But just then her foot stuck in the mud, and her rubber came off. Of course Percival had to stop and put it on. and assist her to the other side of the street, lest it should come off again: and then leaving her, returned to his business. This time she had appeared quite like herself, and all her coldness and haughtiness had disappeared. When he hnished his business he started up the street again towards his ofiice, when lo! there in front of him she was again, advanc- ing down the street with a young gentle- man, and in response to his smile and nod he received only a cold stare. ' He saw Miss Tracy quite often during the following year, and- he at last decided to ask the fatal question. With great anx- iety one evening he awaited her appearance in the drawing-room, and he thought of the possibility of her being haughtily un- approachable, as she sometimes Was. His fears were only too well grounded, for when she entered, he perceived at once that she was even more distant than ever. Never- theless, in due course of time he began the usual formulag but what was his dismay when this tantalizing young lady burst out laughing right in his face. Controlling herself she said, Mr. DeWitt, I must beg your pardon, but perhaps you do not know that I am engaged. If you will be so kind as to wait one moment I will introduce you to my sister. She opened the door and called Helen, Somebody came across the hall and entered the room. My sister Helen, Mr. De Witt. Percival turned round, and there standing in the doorway was his fair captivator of tl1e dinner party, blushing and smiling. Her sister softly tiptoed out of the room, and, closing the door, left them together. Of course you know who Mrs. Percival DeWitt is now. JEAN W. BACKUS, rgoo. C74-'I GUY EPCHIN. In the spring we moved into the country for the summer mouths. As is always the case in moving. we were all tired out when :iight came, and I went to bed, glad to think that the days work was over, and that I had the prospect of a good nights rest be- tote mc. 24 XVl1en I awoke the next morning, I began to take a survey of my surroundings. I started down the main road and, looking over into a field, to my surprise I saw a woman planting corn. Poor thing! I thought, she must be very poor to have to go out, in this blazing hot sun, and plant

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it jfairrg Stow. Being very tired one afternoon, I threW myself down to rest on a couch, with 21 b0X of chocolate creams in my hand. HardlY had I closed my eyes, when I seemed to be awakened by some one walking in the room. I opened my eyes, and how very dif- ferent the room looked I Everything seemed to have become the color of the chocolate- creams in my box. As my last thought had been that I should like to live in a house where everything was made of choco- late, I thought right away that my wish must have come true. Even the wall-paper was covered with pictures of candy-boxes filled with these candies, and some were half opened and the contents falling out. The carpet was ofthe same warm color and looked as though it were made of chocolate. The furniture all looked the same, and I was much pleased to End it so. The person I had heard walking about the room was a pretty, chocolate-colored maid bearing in her handa tray upon which was a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of rich chocolate cake. She was dressed like the pictures of the girls on the chocolate boxes, and was really very pretty. I sat up, and after drinking the chocolate which she gave ine, I asked her to tell me where Iwas. She only smiled, shook her head, and quietly left the room. I stood up and started to walk across the room to a chair near the window. I took a few steps, and then looking down, I saw that my foot- prints were left 'deep in the soft floor. I had hardly reached the chair andrecovered from my surprise, when one of the doors opened and a boy dressed in livery entered, with a dish of chocolate-creams in his hand. He had but just left the room, when another door opened, and this time there entered a boy with chocolate-caramels, which he offered me. All the morning these inter- ruptions went on, until I felt that I should never want to eat or see chocolate candy again. E - g Soon lunch was served on a little table in one corner of the room, and everything that was offered me was either made with choc- olate or flavored with it. I could not eat much, although I was very hungry, and I would have given anything I owned fora drink of pure, cold water. I asked for some 5 the maid only smiled and shook her head, and brought me another cup of choc- olate. I As I had already drunk nine or ten cups of the same beverage, I put down the cup hastily on the table in not a very good humor, when crack !-it was broken into a thousand pieces! As the table was very frail, the sudden jar made it tip over with a great crash and-I sat up on the couch and found-that it was all a dream. I don't think that I shall ever eat any- thing made of chocolate again, as the few hours in a chocolate house were enough for all my life. JETTIE THEOLA WASON, 1902. C?-I-1 GDC IRGHCCUOIIB GI Ionce overheard one of my girls say: Oh, she isa teacher, she hasn't anything to do. She doesn't have to prepare any lessons. IfI were only a teacherll' Poor little deluded pupil! little she knows of the H School GGHCIUCF. work we teachers have to prepare, the hours we are obliged to give to study to be able to make the lessons of interest to her. I wonder if she realizes the work and the time it takes to look over a pile of essay 26