Ladoga High School - Canner Review Yearbook (Ladoga, IN)

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'S Uhr lliuala ILHELMIN A fcommonly calR:d Minaj Morton lay on the bed and laughed. Her room-mate, Rose Farmington, proceeded to study, with only a scornful lift of her eyebrows, till Mina gasped, Oh, Rose, I never read anything so queer as your story. Why did you write about that P Wilhelmina Ccommonly called Minaj Morton lay on the bed and laughed. Her room-mate, Rose Farmington, proceeded to study, with only a scornful lift of her eyebrows, till Mina gasped, Oh, Rose, I never read anything so queer as your story. Why did you write about that P Indeed, NVilheln1ina, I don't think you have any right to make fun of my prize composition. Your own isn't fit for anything but kindlingf' Mina Morton, a fun-loving girl of seventeen, was quite a contrast to solemn, and precise, although very nervous, Rose Etta Farmington. As mere room-mates, however, they got on fairly well together. They, and also a Miss Peterson, noted for her fiery temper and like- wise fiery hair, were competing in a composition contest which was of- fered by the school paper. Really Mina and Rose were the only ones eligible, for Miss Peterson had failed repeatedly in the composition class. Mina often teased Rose about her composition, the subject of which was Bugs and Wormsf' Mina had a far more frivolous article, entitled Girls: Their Amusements and Accomplishments. No one knew Miss Peterson's subject, but it was generally supposed to be dull. One evening when Rose was diligently working at her f'Bugs and Worms, the door flew open, and the unsociable Miss Peterson came in. Mina gasped, and Rose almost fainted at the unexpected advent. Girls, girls, exclaimed the newcomer, I heard the editor-in-chief say the pa- pers must be in to-morrow at noon, and away she went, as abruptly as she had come. Mina took our her manuscript, made some hasty additions, and set- tled down to the business of recopying it. Rose looked up worriedly in a moment and said, Do you know the technical name for a caterpillar ? Oh, F1ddlesticks, said Mina absently. Rose said she didn't imagine it was fiddlesticks, and silence settled over them. , Next morning their compositions went in to the officers ofthe paper. Mina said, Well, Rose, if you get that prize I'll worship bugs and worms forever. They had ,to wait a week for their reports, and Rose and Mina were on the proverbial Needles and pins all the week. Finally the day came, and Mina was engaged in an impromptu battle with Rose for the paper, when a knock was heard at the door. Mina opened it, and picked a folded note from the Hoor. It was from the principal. Dear Young Ladies: Both of your stories were faulty and both were good. Miss Morton uses too much slang and is entirely too frivolous for a moral paper. Miss Farmington has a much better paper, so far as morals are concerned, but rather an unusual subject. Please prolit by these experiences, and remember to 'try, try againf Rivalry of this sort is good for the mind. Miss Rutherford, Prin. Mina settled into her chair with a gasp of dismay, forgetting all about the paper, which was lying in the middle of the floor. VVhat do you think of that, Rose ? she asked, glancing toward her friend's chair. Rose was crying, and Mina tried to comfort her. Did you really want the prize P Indeed, nog but- She didn't say who won it, comforted Mina. That makes no difference. .Of course Miss Peterson did. When Mina finally remembered to pick the paper from the floor, it contained a pleasant surprise. Rose Farmington's essay on Bugs and Worms adorned the front page. MARIE GOSHORN, '18, xxx

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lifeless body of Dennis. Pale as death, with a deep gash on his temple, he lay breathing in hoarse gasps. Whenever they could, the baggage master and the mail clerk came and watched over him. Two hours trip and Foley's Junction would be reached. It seemed ages to the frightened trainmen. At la.st the wheels click-clacked over the switch frogs in the yards and in a few moments Dennis was being lifted tenderly into a waiting ambulance. At nine o'clock Brancroft and Vinson came to the hotel and were forced to wait in the waiting room to their growing impatience. A young doctor came into the room from the bedside of Johnnie Stanford. He had been found after the safe was blown and was brought in by the crew of a freight. f'How is he F asked Vinson, eagerly. . Doing nicely, answered the doctor. He wasn't any more than badly stunned. Stanford be hanged: said the dispatcher. I mean Dennis, the boy the train hit, the bravest lad in the state. ' Oh, excuse meg that chap hasn't one chance in a thousand to live, said the doctor. ' i i After being ushered into Dennis' room they saw him almost encased in court-plaster bandages. T T Q He recognized them at once and the old happy look came into his dull eyes. ' It's a mistake about your being fired at Hartwood. We intended to make you a dispatcher one of these days. You are to come there as soon as you are well, said Brancroft. Then Dennis fell into a faint, weary sleep with a smile of satisfaction upon him face. VVhen he awoke the men were gone. For several weeks he lay bandaged in court-plaster in his clean warm bed. Three months later a pale looking youth came into the chief dis- patcher's office and hung up his hat. You told me to come to work when I got well, he simply announced to the chief. Then he added, Looks like Fifty-three knocked all the deafness out of me that night. By the Lord, yes, Dennis, shouted Brancroft, as he grasped his hand. Noticing that Dennis wa's reaching for his hat, Brancroft asked, 'fVVhere are you going now P The boy blushed and hesitated. I'l1 be back in a minute, he stam- mered. I got to go and t-tell Letty. GAYLE PICKLE, ,I7. Eff e .E .1 ll

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Zlulizfa Hinlin N the side of a mountain down in Virginia stood a little rude cabin, unpainted and unadorned, save for a thick mass of vines and roses which clambered about the little veranda. In the early evening of a hot june day, by the aid of the last light of the day you could distinguish three people sitting on the porch enjoy- ing the cool evening. They were Julia NVard, her grandfather and grandmother. julia was now eighteen, she had lived with her grandparents ever since she could remember, her mother having died when she was very small and her father had gone away to work, but they did not know where he was. It was julia's grandmother who spoke. Julia, bring your violin and play for us. julia entered the house and soon returned with her violin, which was her favorite companion. It had been her father'sg she had been told by her grandparents that he was a good musician. julia had learned to play by herself and to imitate sounds from nature. She spent the greater part of her time rambling over the hills or playing her violin, by the side of some spring or babbling mountain stream.- After she had finished playing some of her grandmother's old fa- vorite songs she stepped out into the moonlight and began to play the music she had gathered from the sounds and songs of nature. You could hear the sound of the mountain stream as it hurried along to join other streams, or the call of the birds, and other sounds that are to be heard in the woods. ' A party of young girls came to camp near ju1ia's home. That night as they sat around the campfire one of the girls exclaimed: Listen, girls: I thought I heard a violin. It was Julia playing as she was in the habit of doing every evening. The girls listened with great interest to the beautiful strains and they seemed to read the wonderful stories of nature which she told with her violin. VV hen the last sounds had died away the girls looked at each other in amazement. Girls, said one of them at last, surely this music which so interested us cannot come from anyone but a great musician, who is a lover of Nature. They did not have time to investigate the mystery the following day because they were too busy fitting out their camp, but the next night they heard the great musician play again, and they were determined to find the owner of the violin. The next afternoon when the girls were fishing along the bank of one of the larger' streams they heard some one coming, and upon turning around they beheld julia standing nearby in the bushes. She made a pretty picture standing there with the sun beaming on her long golden culrs. She stared at them a few seconds and then drew back as though she was afraid. They assured her that they would do her no harm and asked her to join them. Julia and the girls soon became acquainted and as she left them late that afternoon they invitedher to their camp that night to join in their fun. After supper Julia took her violin and played some for her grand- parents, then started for the camp. As she neared the place where the girls were camping shexcould h'ear them talking and laughing. She hid her violin in the bushes near the camp and joined in the fun. Each girl in turn had to entertain the others with a song, speech or something of that nature, and when it came julia's turn she said, I can not sing or speak like you girls do. Yes you can, eachoed the girls'g You will have to entertain us in some way, because we entertained you. Julia, thinking of her violin, started to get it. Don't go yet, cried the girls. Wait a minute, said Julia, as she disappeared into the bushes. She soon returned playing her violin. They knew as soon as she began playing that she was the great musician that had played the wonderful music. After she had finished playing for them she said that she must go. because her grand-parents would' be uneasy about her. They invited her to come to their camp at any time she wished.