Hathaway Brown School - Specularia Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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in this world for making money. I heard Mr. Browne say, when he bought 1119, that it is extremely seldom one is fortunate enough to iind a chair like me. A HUD 111 Michigan make very cheap imitH'CiO11S, and then sends them all over the world as be- longing to the real Renaissance family. But surely it is wrong to tell such untruths, Mr. Renaissance, commented the parasol. It is business, my dear, it is businessg and to some people business is an excuse for almost anything, was the answer. My dear Parie, won't you tell me if my hair is still so much in the style? You see, on account of my delicate complexion and my fragility, I am not able to see anything ofthe world, except that part that comes to me, said a complacent looking statuette. Indeed, began the parasol,-when the door opened, and Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Browne, entering, interrupted this most int resting conversation. . BERTHA E. NARTEN, rgoo. 5 II. A few years ago we staid out in the country for the summer. The place was near Lorain, and our cottage was on the lake shore. Wexv ere strangers to every- body, in fact, I had not met a soul since I had been out there. W'e had been there about a week, and I was just taking a nice nap one afternoon when the maid brought up a card with the name, Miss Adelaide Henrietta Smith, on it. I was anxious to see my caller, so I hastily dressed and went down stairs. As I entered the room I heard a great rnstle, and Miss Adelaide, gorgeously dressed and holding a lorgnette to her eyes, swept up to me, saying 1 This is Miss Lancaster, I believe. I am glad to have the pleasure of finding you at home, though I didn't expect to see you, since I thought I saw you or some one else I supposed was you driving down to the l 28 station. But I am glad to find you here. Have you any brothers, Miss Lancaster P I didn't see anything remarkable about myself 5 and I wondered if I were more peculiar looking than other people, for she held her lorgnette to her eyes all the time. I was as cool as a cucumber and answered : Yes, I have two brothers, but they are not coming out until we get all settled. They are anxious to come, and think this place is just right. They have planned to go camping, and fishing, and goodness knows what not. Oh! I am so glad that there will be some nice young men around. There isn't one I would associate with here. I wouldn't even think of doing it. I met a lovely man in Cleveland, Mr. Quay was his name. Such a charming fellow! I declare it was love at first sight on my part. He told Miss Devonshire, my friend whom I visit, that I was a stunner. I tell you what, he knows a good thing when he sees it I How old are your brothers, if I may ask? Oh, do excuse me I I didn't mean that. Oh, that's all' right. Ned is just ten years old, and Jack, seven. Such interest- ing boys, if I do say so. Miss Smith was not so talkative after this, and didn't stay very long, for a strong odor of onions came from the kitchen. I was very conscious of the fact, but it was not to be helped, for in a summer cottage those things must be borne. In fact I was quite glad, for, after making a few excuses, Miss Adelaide Henrietta Smith walked with great dignity out of the house. I watched her until she was out of sight and joyfully went to tinish my nap, proud of my own and the onions' success. RUTH HENDERSON, 1 goo. if III. One Wednesday night about three weeks ago, I was quietly studying in my room when I was startled by two knocks on the front door. Mamma and Papa had gone

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books. I am sure it is anything but play to sit by the hour marking in red ink usp. gr, diction, or defective English, con- sult I-Iill's Rhet., p. IO7,H etc. And then the writing! If we could but read the essays right off, without having to stop to study them, hold them at arm's length, gaze at them, puzzle over them and finally have to write illegible It really is hard work, my dear pupil! q I think I should not mind teaching half so much ifIcould but drop school, school talk, school everything at the close of the day's session, and not be reminded of it again until I face my classes on the morrow. But no, such is not my luck. I am stopped at the most inconvenient times,-on the crowded street cars, in stores, and on the street, to talk shop. I even remember hav- ing once been stopped at a reception by a doting sister and a loving brother, both of whom, after shaking hands with me in the most friendly manner, CI knowing all the time what was coming,D asked: Is little sister doing well? and, Is little brother answered them, but with a sardonic smile and great displeasure, I managed to escape from them only to run into the open arms of a matronly looking woman. 'Une of the mothersf thought I 5 and, sure enough, the iirst question was of Mary, of her interest in school, her love for her teachers and mates. I spoke of Mary very cautiously, for I was not sure of which Mary she spoke. I had three in one class, and knew none of - their mothers. I suppose it isunatural for a mother to speak ofher children, but a recep- tion is not a proper place for such conver- sation, I think. Still, I should probably do it myself. Do not think from my many reflections that there are really no pleasures in a school-, teacher's life, for there are many. The friendships made, some life-long, the com- ing in contact with so many new' pupils, A and the interest with which you watch them progress when they have left you, and per- haps forgotten you because 'of their interest in their work, all tend to make school life quite bearable, if not enjoyable. improving in his history? Of course I NADINE J. SIMMONS, '99. ram Shree Galle. I. Will you excuse me, Mr. Italian Re- Sfene: Mrs. B1'0zwze's Parlor. Time: 3.-30 P. M. Well, I knew they would go to see the baby sometime, but what a long time it took for Mrs. I-Iarris to ask for it, said the chair on which Mrs. Harris had sat. It didn't seem so long to me, but per- haps it is because it is so much cooler in here than out in that boiling sun, replied Mrs. I-Iarris's parasol, a dainty creation of silk and lace. It is a great pleasure for us old folks to have a chance to talk to such young and charming creatures, said a gallant old Renaissance chair. naissance, if I ask you a veryimpudent ques tion? The other day my mistress, Mrs Harris, took me with her to Vincent-Bar- stow's to look at some gentlemen like your- self. There was one who seemed to me older than you, but the clerk told us it was made in Michigan. Now, how can those made in Michigan be older than the others ? inquired the parasol. O dear, now he is on that, there will be no fashions or anything pleasant, sighed a delicate Dresden shepherdess from the cab- inet. ' ' My dear young lady, began the really old chair, youare altogether too young and charming to understand the ways men have 27

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to the Club and the maid was out in the kitchen, so I hurried on my collar which I had taken off for comfort in studying, slipped down, and lighted the gas. I opened the door cautiously, but soon it came open of its own accord, and a lady of about sixty bounced into the hall, exclaiming: Well, it is just about time, for I have almost caught my death of cold. A You may well imagine that I was a little scared, but I managed to murmur, Ilm sorry. , , Is your ma home ? she asked presently, having looked me over from top to toe. No, I answered, my father and mother have gone awayf' She didnlt seem to care very much, however, but walked calmly into the sitting room. She was quite tall and very oddly dressed, entirely in black. Her skirt was up to her shoe tops, and was very scant. The waist was short and the sleeves were almost to her elbow. She had on alittle black bonnet covered with a thick veil, and large cotton gloves. Well, dearie, she said at length, I hope they won't be long. I echoed her hope, but did not answer. I suppose you would like to know my name, and what I am doing here, she Said. Yes, I replied, with as much courage as I could muster. Well, dearie, she began, I am your father's aunt from the country, his aunt- aunt -she stopped, thinking perhaps I would supply the nameg but I remained silent. ' Betsy, she finished, but not as though she was certain of it. , Betsy, I exclaimed, for although I had heard my farther speak of his Aunt Bell and Mary and his other numerous aunts, he had never mentioned Betsey. My dearie, I don't suppose your father has ever spoken of me, as I ran away from home when I was sixteen and have never seen himf, . She seemed contented after this, but I doubted the story, and although I said noth- ing, I went to the book-case and took out our family birthday book in which I knew if there ever were an Aunt Betsy, her name would be recorded. She tried to dissuade me from opening it, but I opened it and read aloud, , Elizabeth Presley, daughter of John and Mary, born April, 1815, and died 1895. She became a trifle confused, and stood up, saying she wouldn't wait for Ma and Pa. She turned to go, but in getting up from the chair, her dress caught on the rocker and almost came off. It was off enough for me to see that she had a plaid skirt on underneath, and all at once it dawned on me that it was a trick. Stop!', I cried, and I grabbed Aunt Betsy by the wrist. Before she was aware of my intention Ihad pulled off her veil, and found the laughing face of one of my girl friends. EDITH PRESLEY, 19oo. fi!-'1 El GbilD'6 Story. It was a cold night in January, and every- one who was compelled to be out, hurried to his destination with great zeal. The streets were dark and cheerless, and the usual crowd about the bright display windows was nowhere to be seen. Only one little waif wandered about aimlessly, as though his only object in life were to watch the passers-by and to wish that he, too, had been blessed with happiness. Suddenly a gust of wind carried the boy's hat across the street and as he ran to get 29