Jacksonville High School - Crimson J Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

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hall savagely talking to himself.) Ring! Ring! Ring! ’Odds! This door bell is one grand bother. Let me get settled with my little old briar and tinkle! tinkle! Ring, confound ye! I’m coming as fast as my poor, tired legs can carry me. Ring again! If I were butler of a Deaf and Dumb Institution, I’d hear ye. Ring, ye impatient rah rah boy! I’ll take my time if I never get there. Good evening, Master Pope; walk right in. Her grace, my young lady, will be down presently. Let me take your coat, your gloves, your walking stick. It’s a handsome lad ye are in yer grand clothes. Oh, it brightens my old eyes to look upon ye. Pope (with a smile)—Ha, my friend! You seem very voluble tonight. Is the master out? Butler—Nay; why do you ask? Pope (in a whisper)—The cellarette, my man; the cellarette! Butler—Never think of it. my lad (pats his pocket with a sly wink;) the key is here, my lad. But hist! the lady Jacque-minotta. Ether, fair lassie; the noble young master awaits you. Jac. (floats in with a whisk of lace and a faint odor of sandlewood)—Out, Bernstein! Your impudence annoys me. (Exit the butler.) Pope (conducts the lady to a seat on a richly carved divan and falls negligently beside her)—Oh, sweetest maiden; fairest my eyes ever beheld! Why are you so lovely when 1 have to leave at ten. so early? My taxi is outside. Jac. (blushing timidly allows him to grasp the tips of her slender fingers)—You must leave at ten, my Archibald? Why must you rush off in such haste? Pope (desperately)—The coach, dearest chuck, the coach demands it. Oh, such are the tribulations of one who serves upon the gridiron! I would—I would—I—. Jac. (lays her fingers on his mouth)— Don’t say it, my Archibald! What would you be without your gridiron life? I shiver when I see your precious head emerge from the scrimmage. But oh, how I do adore.it! The fright sends little rippling shivers down my spine. I pray you, don’t speak rashly. Pope (contritely)—Forgive me, radiant one, light of my life! It is my eternal joy to be in the ranks of the pigskin tossers. I would not annoy you for worlds, for I admire you to the tips of your twinkling toes. Jac. (sweetly)—1 knew you would be reasonable. You are so manly, so grand, so everything that is nice. And I have something for you which I know will please you. Pope—Don’t get it yet, dear girl. I can’t have you leave me, if even for a second. May I smoke? . Jac.—Certainly, Archibald; one minute. Here is your own teeny weeny ash tray. Pope (holding out a limp package)— Don’t think me penurious, Jacqueminotta. These are Fatimas. I got my kid brother’s case by mistake. My dear, I always smoke Pall Malls or Egyptienne Luxuries. Jac. (with a reproving smile)—No. dear; 1 know you are a thoroughbred sport. You have proved that. Are you through so soon? Let me raise the windows. This smoke is awful! But I don’t mind it. Now, let me get you your surprise. I made it myself, and just for you. (She skips out and comes back with a huge plate of fudge. Archibald pulls out his watch hastily and backs off.)

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fi THE CONTRIBUTOR’S CLUB THE SUBSCRIPTION CONTEST Why. hello, Helen. Still busy? I only stopped in for a minute to tell you how things are going. Talk about it! t hose classes are doing some scrambling. The eighth graders are in on it, too. I’ve done some tall scampering since I saw you last. Went to a bunch of alumni and got the biggest batch of subscriptions. Sure, they wanted to take it. It kept me busy writing out receipts. Oh, I do hope our class gets the prize. We need the money for the junior-senior party. We want to have a peach of a one. Those insolent seniors imagine that we have no “pep”. They are already saying that they expect to be fed on soda crackers and lemonade. Huh, I guess we ll show ’em. 1 don’t know how much it will take for eats, etc., but the prize will help out. Where have I been, did you say? Everywhere, absolutely everywhere. I hustled around among the members of the class and got fifteen or twenty. They certainly are handing over their money. Then I went to several business men, and they were delighted to help the High School. One of them said to me: “Miss Smithson, why am I paying taxes if not to support your school and paper in every way possible? I have a boy that will be up there with you some day and I am proud of the example you are setting him. I hope he will be as enthusiastic as the rest of you!” And I know he will be, too. You know him—Gilbert Blank. He's just full of life, and is planning to play foot ball just as soon as he gets out of the eighth grade. I met him the other day, and he said: “Did dad subscribe for the paper?” I said, yes; and he said: Bully! Wait till I get up there, and I’ll be artist.” I told him that we were sadly in need of one, but he dashed my hopes to the ground by saying he couldn’t draw a crooked line. Poor chap! I can beat that. But here I’m wandering away from my subject again. 1 oughtn’t to take so much time, but I thought you’d like to know what we are doing. Can’t you come up and visit Friday morning? It’s Students’ Day, and we are going to have a ’thuse meeting. Goodby; I must hurry back and turn in my subscription money. Ta! Ta! THE TRAINING TABLE Characters—Jacqueminotta Westerville; Archibald Reginald Pope; Bernstein, butler. Time—Present. (Curtain rises at 8:00 P. M., and finds the audience listening and looking.) The Action Begins. Butler (rushing down the dimly lighted 10

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THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Forum Reporter Athenian Reporter Senior Reporter Junior Reporter -Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks Ellsworth Black A. F. Cook Weir Wood Everett Long Harlow Brown Elbridge Thrapp Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight John Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville,Illinois, as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents Pope (excitedly)—Dearest Jacqueminotta, it is ten bells; the coach, dear heart, remember that cruel one. How I would love to eat your precious confectionery, but, dear girl, 1 am on the Training Table. Good night; sweet dreams. (Jac. watches him fondly as he leaves with one longing backward glance. Then she quietly makes her exit, munching a piece of fudge.) Curtain. THE HOLIDAY RAGE Talk about the hurry, the hustle, the ex citement! Oh it’s great to be a J. H. S. student. Just think, going to school Monday morning is no longer a task, but a joy. How do we know that we will have to w tk come back to school that afternoon? Rah! Rah! Rah! for the football team. Alright, now: three cheers for Tandy, hip, hip, hurray!! 'Three cheers for Sorrells, etc., etc. Oh gee, but doesn't it make you feel enthusiastic? Ssssh! Mr. Bate is going to give a spiel. All ready, go, give the siren. Nine rahs for the team: Rah! Rah! Rah! Team 1 !! ! Rah! Rah! Rah! Team !!!! Rah! Rah! Rah! Team !!!! H urray--------------! Oh don't these thuse meetings make you feel good? There goes the team up on the platform. Don't they look sweet? Aw, Stewart is limping. Bet he got hurt in the game. I told you they hurt our boys. They played too rough. Silence!! 1 wish they'd shut up back there. We can’t hear a word. There ’goes the coach. Speech! Speech! Platform! Platform! Oh he wants the team yell. What’s the matter with the team? 'They're alright! Who's alright? The team! Who? The team!! Who says so? We A IT say so! Who are we? You rah! rah! Jacksonville, You rah! rah! Jacksonville, You rah! rah! Jacksonville— Hurray !!!! Wasn't that grand? It was so loud it hurt. Listen, the coach is telling about the game. I hope he takes up a lot of time. It’s 9:30 now. Oh, Kid, there's Mr. Tandy and he’s smiling too. Wonder what he’s going to say? Coach is thru. 'There goes a comic. What did he say about Mayor Davis? I didn’t get that. Why are they yelling so loud? No school this afternoon? Oooooh! Hurray !! ! 12