Martinsville High School - Artesian Yearbook (Martinsville, IN)

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MH! BOOJ' TER 1917

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MH! BOOJTEP 1917 TO 'Vllli SICNIORS. DlCl'.XR'l'lNG. .X few days more, and through these rooms and halls Only faint echoes will tell you once were here: .Xnd on the grass-grown playground silence falls. So ends today: so, also, euds the year. lu some dim atties uook the summer breeze NVill shroud your hooks with gently sifted dust. Lfohwehs will weave gray laee hy slow degrees To hold your treasures safe in sacred trust. Perhaps-a faint perhaps -some day youlll kneel' lleside that pile, and thuinh those pages o'er. Yet from their judgment there is uo appeal- Yours they were once, hut they are yours no more. The Future holds a glory that will hlind you: You'll dream a happy dream C01llIN6llCCIH6I1t Day. You will not hear the lock that snaps behind you, llut you have closed one door of life for aye. Yet these your books, and these dear halls and playgrounds, Had they a choice. would speed you on your way. .Xud even l, who harried you and kept you After school sometimes-I would not have you stay. -AX. R. Lmmac, April, 1917. I'r1g1'N

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I Nm: aoofrzn 1917 PT l'm going to have a garden, announced Mary Sheffield. Had a bomb been thrown into the midst of the dining table it could have crea.ted no greater surprise to the diners than this seemingly innocent statement. No one spoke for a few mo- ments, for they were busily trying to readjust themselves to this new mood of Mary'S. Mary Sheiiield was the only daughter of a family of five. She was as handsome a little lady as the most exacting could thought so. The Sheliields were in the terms of Acron, and why the who should profit by it desired to desire-at leastnher family fairly well to do, speaking one member of the family work, was beyond their comprehension. She usually never did anything more tiring than tennis or golf. The family's head cleared' his throat preparatory to speak- ing. but Mary, with the skillfulness of long practice, squelched him immediately. Now, Daddy dear. you know if you don't let me do this you will simply have to send me to the seashore and you know what that means. , The family's head wilted visibly. Brothers, however. are not so easily dealt with. lt was these brothers that Mary dreaded most. Of all crazy notions that Mary's had, eiaculated Don, this beats them all. Why, child, you couldn't raise a crop of real healthy weeds. The word child, decided Mary instantly. was the most despicable word in the liuglish language. Mary, Mary. quite contrary, how does your garden grow 7, sang llarry. The battle raged now. Mary her mother stopped the badgering to Marv. she asked: Daughter, what put this idea into your head? Mary gave her mother a grateful glance. XVell, mother, you see I've been reading in the papers how everyone should have a garden, and I got to thinking about it was almost outgeneraled when with a word or two. Turning Page IU RIOT ,,.r. iF?FiirfF7' some. I decided I had never done anything and that I might do this if I ca.n't be a Red Cross nurse. Of course, Daddy and the boys make the living, but you can't tell how a garden might help out, and Mary shook her little head wisely. How everyone laughed at that! Might save us from starvation and all that, you know, drawled Harry, with laughter in his eyes. But Mary, protested mother, do you understand what you are undertaking, and what you will have to give up. You will ruin your complexion and your hands will be simply un- speakable ll' If you go into this right, Mary, said Don, you would have to raise quite a bit more than one lot of stuff to be any help, so you see the thing is quite impossible. ' Mary hadnit forgotten the child, so she answered rather tartly, W'ell, Mr. Superior, how many would you advise me to take? I'll follow your wise advice to the letter. Don was human and this hit his vanity bump a rather hard lick. - VVell, two good big lots would scarcely be enough. but is the minimum I would set, I suppose. I might take our back yard a.lso, if Your Highness would so desire, scoffed Mary. XVell. do it then, and quit bragging. declared Don hotly. In this manner did Mary become a gardener or gardeneress. whichever my reader chooses. In vain did the family plead and offer objection. Mary was determined to chow them what she could do. The two lots were obtained and plowed, as was the back yard. Mary became a fervent reader of government bulletins and farirers' magazines and at night she dreamed of cabbages and potatoes instead of roses and her latest pictures. The next few weeks she was so busy she neglected the girls shamefully and her usual bill at the soda fountain was so small that the proprietor was moved to remonstrate. Really, Miss Sheffield, if all my customers were like you that