Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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THE SILVER LINING ” “There’s a silver lining through the dark clouds shining. . Softly the sweet strains of music died away as Margaret Western closed her window gently and sat thinking a long time. Her sunny face looked troubled as she turned resolutely away and said, “I don’t believe it. There can’t be silver lining to every clovd. There isn’t to this one anyway. What will we do for a living if I cannot get a school? I don’t care for myself, but what will mother do? Oh, why does work have to be so scarce?” Her serious blue eyes filled with tears, but she hastily dried them as she heard her mother’s footsteps. She did not want her mother to know how serious matters were. “You must be tired, Margaret. You have been gone a long time, but have you found a school?” said her mother in her quiet voice. “No, mother, but don’t worry. I will find one yet; see if I don’t,” said Mar- garet as cheerfully as she could, and then added, “You know, mother, the schools are all taken near here and if I do find one I will not be able to board at home.” “It will be lonesome without you, Margaret, but we ought to be satisfied if you get a school as that will be our only source of income,” said her mother re- gretfully. Then her face brightened as she added, “I might be able to get little Joan Mitchell to stay with me.” “Fine, mother. You are always looking on the bright side,” said Margaret enthusiastically. The next morning Margaret was up early and again went in search of work. She would have enjoyed the beautiful scenery had not her heart been so heavy. That evening she came home tired and discouraged. Her mother noticed her tired look in spite of Margaret’s efforts to conceal it, and did not need to ask her whether she had found a school. “You must sit down and eat now, Margaret,” said her mother, “and forget all about your school for awhile.” Mergaret did so, but while she was enjoying her meal she was interrupted by the ring of the telephone, and went to answer. “Hello—Yes—Yes—I'll take it,” said Margaret hanging up the receiver ex- citedly, “It was Mr. White and he said that I may have Miss Lyon’s school, because she has decided to go to college. Isn’t it wonderful to have a position? There is a silver lining after all.” -@9; Ges G) GEOMETRY With apology to Shakespeare. Friends, neighbors, and classmates, give me your attention. I am going to discuss Geometry, but not to praise it. The evil that it does lives after us and the good it does is not worth mentioning. So goes it with Geometry. All the noble professors tell me that Geometry is well worth studying, but if this were true it would not cause all Sophomores so much grief. Here under the leaves of Geometry there is no rest for Geometry is a horrible book. They all say it is a horrible book. “e a £ “ DR Pe 7) CLE Ze HK —e rs, CY Ae ‘se a aS Zi, ve My ey eG ¥ - Meee YZ

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THE CENTERIKA Se sy . S : ee 2 — K DK Gladly would I speak at Geometry’s funeral for it was never a friend of mine; it was always unjust to me. Professors say we should be more ambitious, but Geometry is a horrible book. it has caused many students far to roam. When the poor students cry the professors yell, “You should be made of sterner stuff.” Oh! Yes, Geometry is a horrible book. You all have seen that on the front page I have written notes galore, yet it refuses to give me knowledge. I repeat it, friends, it is a horrible book. I speak not to disprove what the professors say, I speak to tell you what I know. You all did hate it once, not without cause for Geometry is a horrible book. I have lost all my “reasons” so I must pause till they come back to me. — Ne aS KE — — as = AES San Kwon, . @ . SoS Yes¥ I MEANT TO DO IT “What sweet, dear girls they are,” said Cousin Agnes looking after Dorry and Lorraine as they left the room together. “So full of sweet impulses, both of them. They heard me say that I would have trouble with my eyes until I got my glasses and they both begged to be allowed to do things for me. I was struggling to thread a needle and striking everything but the eye,” she added laughingly. An hour later, when she picked up her workbasket, it was to find a row of needles already threaded. “You darlings!” she exclaimed. “Tt was Lorraine,” said Dorry. “I meant to help, but it slipped my mind.” “Thank you so much, Lorraine,’ said Cousin Agnes warmly, “and you too, Dorry, for thinking of it.” “Well, well, who mended my gloves so beautifully?” asked their father the next morning. But his eyes turned naturally to Lorraine, who flushed with pleasure as she returned his kiss. “T love to do it,” said Lorraine. “T meant to do it,” said Dorrv quickly. “I thought I’d get right at them when you made that funny face over the holes when you took them off yesterday, but I just forgot.” “I want to thank you girls,” said Mrs. Andrews, their Sunday school teacher when she called in the afternoon, “for going to see Amy James and coaxing her back into the class. She’s such a shy little thing, and her feelings were hurt a week ago by one of the other children, and it only needed Lorraine and Dorry to follow it up and make things all smooth and nice again.” “It was Lorraine, who went to see her,” Dorry said truthfully. “I meant to go—I thought I surely would when you asked us, but somehow I forgot and Lor- raine went.” “Oh, how the little sick children will love those bright pictures!” Miss Drew exclaimed as she glanced over the neat muslin pages covered with pictures cut from old magazines. She had stopped for these gifts which had been prepared for the Children’s Hospital. “They’re lovely, Lorraine, and how many of them you have done!’ “IT meant to have some ready, too,” said Dorry. “My grandmother gave mea whole lot of old magazines to cut up for the hospital, but I just didn’t remember to get at it in time.” “Dorry always means to do things, but it’s Lorraine who does them,” mused Cousin Agnes, when their caller had gone. “There’s a great difference between the two girls. The girl that is dependable and really does things is the one who will be a success.” Vise 2a ODEO SEO SEO DEO eS THECENTERIKA = S,