Mineral Ridge High School - Ridge Yearbook (Mineral Ridge, OH)

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Hil928 - - - THE RIDGE MIRROR 1928-E I never thought of that before. Donald Author Day. Dad! And I am also glad, began Donald again, that you happened to meet the Senora and Henrietta, for Majel. the Senora is your mother, and mine. The secret which Mrs. Day told me is thisg Father married a young Spanish girl. They had two children, Majel and Donald. As Majel is a Spanish name and Donald an American name, Donald was named for his father's race of people and Majel for her mother's race. When Dad's wife's father found out that she had married an American, he forced her to return to Mexico and marry a Spanish noblemanf' She left Majel and Donald with her husband in charge of an old nurse. That was the last Dad ever saw of her but, later he heard that she lived alone in Mexico with her baby daughter, as her husband had been killed. Dad later married Jean Scott, who took the motherless children under her care. Two years later Jean's child, Phyllis, was born. When Phyllis was four, Jean died and again the children were motherless. That is the secret, exclaimed Donald, and now I suppose that you want to know how I found our mother. Girls do you remember when I was in Mexico? While there I went to a Spanish Ball and became acquainted with Henrietta and the Senora. They invited me to their home the following evening. After that I went to their home often and little by little I learned the story of their life. You can imagine the shock I received when I knew that the Senora was my mother. Now you know my story. Come over and greet your mother. Yes, Phyllis, you come too. Your mother took care of us, so I am sure that our mother will take care of you And now all aboard for a visit to Spain, shouted Donald. Dorolhy Seger! Fifty-seven

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fy 1928 THE RIDGE MIRROR 192819 -j The Senora begged her pardon for the mistake and hastened away muttering to herself that the name and also the features were Spanish. Far into the night Majel pondered over this remark. What made her look like a Spaniard? Her father and her mother had had light hair and both were plain featured. She was thankful however that someone else looked like her, and that was Donald. They looked exactly alike and were often taken for Spaniards. After this the Senora and her daughter became fast friends of the girls, and evenings would often find the friends together in one or the other of their state-rooms. One evening after the Senora and Henrietta left the girls room Majel caught sight of a paper lying on the floor. Unfolding it she read: Aster Hotel, New York City, N. Y. July 8, 1927 Mother: Leave on the first steamer, the Latania. Will meet you with good news. Sending tickets. Dad. Majel, screamed Phyllis, bring that telegram here. Can't you see that it is from the same person ours was from? Look, isn't it? Just then a wild rush was heard outside and a porter thrust his head in the door-way saying, Statue of Liberty . Immediately both girls were among the cheering throng. The watchers stayed on deck during the trip from the Statue to the harbor, where half of the passengers departed and more arrived, followed by trunks and other baggage. I guess we are supposed to stay here and meet Dad, laughed Majel, I wonder what he will look like? Majel , cried Phyllis, I cannot stand this suspense, I am going to my room. You meet that man and have things explained before you dare come in. Majel reached the other side of the steamer just as the gangplank was being raised. Glancing around but not seeing anyone, she started for the state-room when she suddenly heard someone calling, turning she bumped into her brother Donald. Embracing him she cried, Don, how did you get here and where-- Just a minute dear, stay here until I find mother, and with that he left her. Majel sank down in the nearest chair in a daze and thought about the mysterious happenings of the day. Five minutes later she returned to the state-room and told Phyllis what she had learned. Suddenly a loud knock was heard at the door and opening it, Majel came face with Donald, the Senora and Henrietta. Donald noticing the puzzled look on the faces of both girls told them to sit down and he would tell them the secret which his mother had confided to him. Girls began Donald, I am glad that you received my telegram in time to meet the But, interrupted Majel, that telegram was signed Dad. Well of all things, exclamed Donald, is that what puzzled you? I suppose that the person who took the message, thought when I gave initails as D. A. D. it meant Dad. F i fly-s ix

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lfgglgffl 1 maaamfslask Raj The Town Industry The water mill of this old town Throws it's shadow on the ground. Weak and old, small and frail. From it spreads a big wide trail. Worn and tread by many feet, Through the squares of solid peat. By it flows a river wide. High black banks along the side. Foaming water pure and white Shining in the bright sunlight. With your falls so big and strong. Sing on your industrial song. Near the mill a small house stood Made of stone of briek and wood. With the windows washed and neat Facing up toward the street. And a maid with flaxen hair Spinning in the clear pure air. Night is now nigh Spinning, singing all the morn Looking at the sweet hawthorn Laughing at her pet the dove As it soars high above. Thus we see our pretty maid Sitting in the oak tree's shade. Morning's gone and evening is nigh The sun sets low in the western sky. The maid her spinning puts away To leave it there till dawn of day Then away to make supper she goes Laughing merrily and kissing the rose. Soon up the trail she goes to meet. Her good old father on weary feet. Then after supper and the dishes done They sit in the rays of the dying sun They talk of many different things And even discuss why birds have wings. The birds no more fly. They have gone to sleep in their nests. Even the maid is taking night's rest The church bell is ringing We hear it chime, all is well Good-Night. The Knight Fair Knight of olden days gone by Thy silvery helmet and armor bright Shineth like a star of morning light. Many were thy feats so braveg Now thou liest in thy grave. Ye who are so brave and true Many minds remember you. When at work and when at rest Ye conducted yourself the best. So now, in thy grave thou dost lie Singing praise to God on high. Fi fly-eight By Joe Polanski E ighlh Grade