Huntington Park High School - El Recuerdo Yearbook (Huntington Park, CA)

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i f 1 1 1, . 0' X f I J p f The Gossips 4 - f RS. DANIEL J. DOBBS, widow of the late lamented Daniel john- son Dobbs, of Maysville, stood leaning idly on her broom, as she it I gazed with an all seeing eye up and down the one paved street of which Maysville boasted. She was neglecting her Saturday's sweep- ing, in hopes of discovering some choice morsel of gossip to run to Miss Uphelia's with, before Miss Ophelia had a chance to run to her. However, she saw nothing but the dignified little Scotchman, Mr. Mc- Cleary, on his daily trip to the train, and as she knew all about him or at least as gt I , much as anyone else had been able to discover, which amounted to nothing more than the fact that he took the same train every morning for the city and returned at the same time every evening. Therefore, this person on the otherwise deserted thoroughfare held no interest for her, and in the reaction of her dissappointment she turned to the door, discovering an odor of burning pie crust Floating to her nostrils, and she darted for the kitchen. Then Mrs. Dobbs, hearing the rumble of wheels, hastily ran to her front window which commanded a view of all the street between her house and the station. She immediately recognized the station carry-'all and one of its occupants as Mr. McCl-eary. This fact within itself was strange, but stranger still was the sight of a strange young woman, with very little hat and a very long feather, slyly patting her companions hand. Mr. McCleary didn't seem to resent it, neither did they try to hide tl1e long-necked bottle in the rear of the carry-all. Mrs. Dobbs, scenting scandal and knowing that she could reach Miss Ophelia's before the carry-all did, ran hastily through her back gate across a vacant lot scattering stray pups, chickens and small boys as she ran. She literally fell panting into Miss Ophelia's kitchen rocker and gasped out the startling news. And for proof, she told Miss Ophelia, just look out your front windowfl Miss Ophelia did so, just in time to see the carry-all with the old horse clattering along on a loose shoe. She was so amazed at what she beheld that the woman in the carry-all immediately became a show actor girlu from the city and the one long-necked bottle assumed the proportions of several. Mrs. Dobbs and Miss Ophelia parted at Miss Ophelia's front gate, each to go her own way with the story. The story, unlike the proverbial rolling stone, gained to such an extent with each telling, that by the time it reached the minister's ears the show actor girlu became three and the long-necked bottle a whole case of real wine. The minister immediately decided it was his duty to see Mr. McCleary. VVhether or not the decision originated from the saintly desire to save a soul or a long-necked bottle, is unknown. However, that is as it may be. Eighteen

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