Monroe High School - Senior Issue Yearbook (Monroe, MI)

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candidates, and isn't just certain which one he will vote for, all naturally vote for the new one. And Betty, we are having such a time I wondered if you would consent to being a 'dark horse.' Oh! I couldn't. I'm not pretty or l'm not good in my studies or I haven't any qualifications that a president should have. Why, you certainly have. I have thought of every other girl and you seem to be just the one. I'll have to think it over firstg l'll let you know in the moming. This is where I turn, so goodbye. The next morning Betty told Marie that she would accept her offer. After that Betty worked every night on arm-bands, and some times she had a hard time to keep Lester from seeing them. The night before election Betty and Lester went to a club meeting. When they came home Betty had planned on telling Lester about the election. For weeks she had been imagining how surprised he would be when she asked him to lead at the I-lop with her. It was rather chilly when they reached home and as they drew their chairs up in front of the fire-place, Lester said: I have something to tell you, Betty. I have wanted to tell you for a long time, but the boys wouldn't let me. You see we were afraid we were 'going to lose the election, so the boys asked me to be a 'dark horse.' I have a peach of a banner, Betty, but I :haven't any arm-bands. Mother has been sick and I couldn't ask you to make them. That is the only thing lacking. Well, don't worry about those, replied Betty. I will have your arm-bands ready for you in the morning. Purple ones with big gold B's. You're the kind of a girl to have, Betty, and you know you are to lead at the Hop with me Won't you feel sort of proud to be the president's girl P And so another girl gave up her plans for a boy, just as they always have. OH, GIRLS! BE CAREFUL! BETTY UPHAM, '23 OUR girls were walking down an elm-shaded street. The afternoon sun, shining through the green leaves, made bright patches on the long thick braids of Madge Greenwald's hair, and the short auburn curls of Peggy Owens. lt's a lovely idea, Billie dear, said Meg to the smallest of the group. Just a wonderful idea, and if this warm weather only continues, and if- she finished wistfully, Peggy 'cas get the car. They were reaching the business section of the town and the girls stopped before a sign, reading aloud in unison: One hundred dollars for the .'l

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1 ll i IX I Q IJ I Q Sta y ill r LH TE TMELE J Q PURPLE AND GOLD CHARLOTTE SCHROEDER, '24 'I' SOUTH HIGH in a large city, the pupils were never very closely associated until the election of the junior Class President, which seemed to bring them together. A boy had always been elected, but this year the girls were coming in for their rights and had nominated two candidates. One was a small pretty girl, who cared a lot about the way she looked and nothing about her studies. Most of the girls said they would not vote for her, because all she wanted was to be able to lead at the Hop. The other girl was one of the studious kind, who wore large glasses and received exceptionally good marks in her studies. The girls dicln't want to vote for her, becuase she was one of the smarty kind, who liked to run things. One night a few weeks before election, Betty Bell came out of the building and started homeward. Lester Brown had asked her to wait for him, but he was busy in the Chemistry Laboratory, os she started out alone. She had walked a couple of blocks when she heard someone calling. Betty! Oh, Betty! Wait a minute. In a minute Marie Murphy came running up to her, all out of breath. Oh! I thought I never would catch you. You were crossing Pat- terson Street when I came out, and I ran all the way. I'm terribly sorry. I would have waited if I had known you were trying to catch me. I Betty, do you know what a dark horse is in politics? asked Marie, when she had rested a minute or two. No. I never even heard of such a thing before. Well, a 'dark -horse' is someone who is kept quiet until the last day and then is brought up for election. As everyone is rather tired of the old

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capture of John M. Bead. Can be distinguished by a deep scar over left eye. A picture of the criminal was shown below and at once four pairs were looking upon his ugly countenance. A hundred dollars, repeated Peggy slowly. Just how many sodas would that buy, I wonder? A hundred dollar's worth, answered a teasing voice, and the girls turned to greet Meg's brother Bob. Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, much to the girls' delight. Mr Owen had consented to Peggy's having the machine and at nine-thirty the happy quartette started off. Girls, this is wonderful! said Madge, tossing her head to get a re- bellious lock of hair out of her dark eyes. But where shall we stop for lunch? Wherever we are when the clock strikes twelve, answered Billie laugh- ingly, and nobody knows where that will be. By the way, Peggy, she said, turning to the girl at the wheel, did you remember to bring matches? Indeed I did, Miss Billie O'Dare. Will a boxfull be enough? The morning passed only too quickly for the merry group and after their lunch in a shady woods, they brought books and robes from the car to rest and read beneath the trees. It's raining, suddenly exclaimed Peggy, and Meg held out her hand to confirm the statement. A drop splashed on it and the girls looked at the gathering clouds. For my part, whispered Meg, whose greatest fear was storms, I think we had better find some place of shelter. Those dark clouds mean more than a thunder shower. The girls, never doubting Meg's 'superior wisdom, jumped in the car and were soon on the road. The rain, by this time, was falling in large drops and it was difficult for Peggy to see the road. At the nearest house the car came to a halt and the girls jumped out. I believe it is empty, said Peggy, running up on the porch and peering in through the windows, but the door is unlocked, anyway. She opened the door as she spoke, and seeing a fire-place at the end of the empty room, she called to Meg to bring the matches. But where is anything to burn? questioned Madge, her eyes scanning the room as she spoke. There is nothing to burn here, that I can see. But there might be upstairs, suggested Peggy, hopefully. Who's going up with me? I for one, volunteered Billie. Come on with me, Meg. A The girls raced up the stairs, and Peggy and Madge, sitting on the lowest step, listened to their footsteps on the bare floors above, Suddenly Meg appeared at the head of the stairs. There's a man in that room, she said, in a frightened whisper. He's on the floor asleep,