Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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PRIZE STORY. John Dolan— Roundsman. OH, my little Joe save him ! The mother ' s anguished cry rent the sultry air. The crowd of spectators on the wharf was startled, speechless, immovable. It was so sudden. They with other poor people had come out 5 to the wharf to escape the city ' s ™ » burning heat ; the little boy ' s mother had him by the hand but a moment ago ; how could it have happened ? But it had happened. The little body had already sunk twice. Will no one save my baby boy, my little Joe? cried the mother frantically wringing her hands. Still the crowd, stunned by the sudden- ness of the accident, remained motionless. Suddenly a figure clad in a policeman ' s uniform was seen pushing its way from the other end of the wharf. John Dolan was the murmur which passed around the crowd. Ah, he has jumped! The crowd hold their breath. The little body has not listm and he has to wait, the water meantime Note. — The prize referred to was offered by Hon. V. H. I. ancles, a Trustee of the Mary Baldwiu Semi- nary. soaking into his uniform and making it very heavy. He has him, cries a voice from the wharf, as John grasps the rising body. But again the crowd is hushed into breath- less suspense. The weight of the struggling child with the weight of his heavy water- soaked uniform is making John ' s progress very difficult. Tliey are getting nearer and nearer the edge of the wharf, but can he reach it? He is swimming very slowly now and apparently with great effort. They ' re safe ! Cheer after cheer rises from the throat of the motley crowd on the stifling air. The mother clasps her child to her breast frantically, the muddy water trick- ling in a little stream down the bout of her gown. John, looking as sheepish as if had done something worthy of the lock-up, hurries away as fast as his wet clothes will let him. The mother, after the first paroxysm of joy is over, turns to thank and bless the rescuer, but he is no where to be seen. Well, -4f John Dolan hasn ' t added an- other laurel to his crown, exclaimed one of two gentlemen who had walked up at the last, attracted by the evident excitement of the i rowd. I can ' t begin to tell you the number of people he has saved from drowning right

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Song to the Class of 19 1- BY E. LOUISE HOPKINS. There is a Class, At M. B S. What Class it is ; Yon all must guess ; They re not too tall ; They know it all They ' re not too small, No, not at all — This handsome Class at, M. B. S. They know the verbs. And all the herbs, — Paint pictures fine, Know Kings in line, — Play like magic. Like Beethoven, — Do the tragic, — Elocution. This Clever Class at M. B. S. They sing like Crows, Every one knows. They parlez-vous, Read Latin too ; Their hair they wear High up in air Criticise them If von dare This model Class at M. B S. CHORUS. O Nineteen One, The Class for me, A famous Class — As all can see — Twentieth Century girls they be, Long live the Class of Nineteen One.

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here in New York. He ' s one of the bravest fellows I ever saw. Has been in the seiviee for years, is only a roundsman, you know ' ' Well, if that ain ' t you. at last, John Dolau ; and sure you ' ve been savin ' somebody else A tall, gaunt woman, faced hiai as lie Mine in. ' ■ And where ' s the money to come from to get a new uniform. I ' d like to know. But, oh John, and a tenderer loik sudden ly eime over her face, yoi oughtn ' t iu.le.- I to be always doin ' it, you might drown yourself some time, you know. Who was it this time ? A little boy that fell over the wharf, John answered meekly. A little mite of a boy that had been sick, too. A mixture of pride and auger was in her face as she said half-laughing and half- weeping : Oh, a little boy, well of course I ' m that proud of you. That makes twenty-nine ; I know because I ' ve kept them all put down in the big Bible. First, there was that beau- tiful young lady what was an only child, and her father and mother would have gone crazy if you hadn ' t saved her. Then there was the little curly-haired boy in the blue stilor suit, and the man what had a wife and seven chil- dren and nobody to care for them but him. And the man that couldn ' t get work aid tried to drown himself that dark night. Ami a gratefuller man I never saw than he was when you saved him and got him work to do. But come on this minute and take off them wet clothes This having been done and some hot coffee set before him she began again : The land knows where money lor a new uniform is coming from. I don ' t mind being pinched, but there just ain ' t no money to get a new one. It ' s hard enough to get along anyway ; you know how you have to do without your coffee for dinner now, because there ain ' t money to buy it. And I ' ve worn my bonnet with the big yellow daisies in it for five years. And uniforms do cost a sight of money, but still I ' m that proud of you. What are all the lazy cowards doing that somebody else can ' t jump in besides you ? ' ' But Jane Then somebadv else would have to buy uniforms. They do say as Teddy is going to furnish new uniforms for those that gets theirs ruined by saving people fro u drowning, but I don ' t know as Here there was a knock at the door and in answer to the Come in the two gentle- men who had stood on the edge of the crowd entered. Been at your old bu-iness, haven ' t you, John? one of them asked. ' This is our new President of the Police Board. Mr. John Dolau and Mrs Dolau, Mr. Roosevelt What ! not ' Teddv ' ? exclaimed Mrs. Dolau unconsciously. Teddy laughed as he gripped John ' s hand. Keen on with your brave work, my friend, not as rounds man any longer, but as sergeant, were the President ' s parting words And John celebrated lis promotion by saving his thirtieth life the next week. Nora Blanding Fraser. ' Founded on fact.