Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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erbaps. M. A. H. Clnstructorl. The great air-ship vibrated in every timber with the pul- sation of her throbbing engines. She seemed impatient to escape from the limits of earth and stretch her immense Wings which were beginning a slow, rhythmic rise and fall. The driver, carrying his long-nosed oil-can, was painstak- ingly inspecting every part of the machinery. At last he straightened up with a sigh of satisfaction, looked at his watch, poked his head out thru one of the portholes, and peered anxiously down the road. The look of anxiety changed to one of relief as over the hill appeared a mighty throng,--men, women, children, followed by a baggage wagon. Tn eager haste they bore down upon the waiting bird of passage. Among the crowd could be distinguished a number of girls wearing small, close-fitting caps which bore the sym- bols NL. F. C., 1908? One of the girls carried the class pennant. Tie it to the ship, Annief' the others directed, and she fastened it in the bow above a flag portraying a bright-red globe and the name Mars The stern bore the inscription Earth p Have you guessed? The class of nineteen eight were about to sever earthly connections and embark upon a mighty journey to that ruddy planet, our nearest neighbor, Mars! Trunks and suit-cases and boxes of square meals in pellet form were hurriedly stowed into the freight compartment. Step a little lively, please, requested the driver, and the girls clambered in. Excitement was at a high pitch, and every body talked at once.

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254 THE CI-IATTERBOX. B. Hornaday: I surely do feel sorry for the new girls. I haven't been to see a single one of them yet. 9? 96 9? R. Morris, a Senior: VVell, sure thing I'd rather pay ten ce-nts any time to go to a game of ball than pay fifty cents to hear Byron King. 99 'X' 99 Helen: 4'Clara, what makes your book pop when you open it? Mine don7t. Clara: Cf course not 5 you never open yours to study. TOAST TO THE HOUSEKEEPERZ I-Iere's to Mrs. Crookston, Cf Whom you all have heard, Who uses this expression: f'VVell, upon my word I Seeing a man with a military suit on, Josie remarks: t'I,aw, look at that boy with that millinfery suit on I 95 95 96 . Annie: 4'Clee, what in the world is an avalanche 3 Clee: HWhy, Annie, it's like this: For instance, I go to the top of a mountain and slide doWn+I'd be an ava- lanche, 'ceptin' I would be Clee Reel, instead of a body of snow and ice. See? 9? 96 96 Miss Roe Qpassing a grocery storej : '4Dear me! I Wanted to get some chiffon, Miss Jenkins, and every grocery store is closed? i 96 95' 66 Annie Crews: '4Lizzie, do pray help me get on an extra dike, for I'm to have my picture taken in 'The Black-Eyed Beauty Club.' 7' Lizzie Qseriouslyj: ImpossibleI How can I make such a thing as you pretty ?

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2 5 6 T HE CTHATTERBOX. 4'Helen Earnhardt, said one, 'fYou know you can't take that band box! Oh, it's just my sailor,-such a little one. Please let me take it. 'flaucie Ross, have you put Chauncey in a safe place Z Certainly, I have. Do you suppose there'll be any mice for him in Mars ZW 'Tve lost my veil. I have an extra one. I'll get it for you. 'WVell,,' sighed Gertrude, anxiously, the Earth's a mighty dangerous place to live in, with its earthquakes and volcanoes, but sure thing, Mars may be Worse! And then a silence fell on the party. They Were sched- uled to leave in two minutes. It was to be a glorious trip, but oh! the uncertainty of it all. Lumps would rise in their throats, and tears in their eyes, in spite of their struggle for control. Bernice Hornadayf' some one exclaimed, What is the matter? I thought you were going to get that veil out of your suit-case for me. What! The Wrong suit-case? Oh, I must have exchanged it at the station, cried Ber- nice. Girls, look! And she held up a little boy's suit of clothes and a cunning pair of red socks. Shouts of laughter broke the tenseness of the strain. Well, laugh, if you Want to. Yes, put it in THE CHATTERBOX. I don't care. But I haven't time to go back for mine. We're off ! A flurry of handkerchiefs, hurried good-byes, last messages, and With a great flapping of Wings the ship rose from the earth. Slowly, at first, they soared above the treeetops, gradu- ally gaining speed. Tears were forgotten in the excitement and exhilaration. Suddenly a mighty cry arose. 4'Clee Reel is left behind I