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

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shot: ML Allenby will speak to you personally, Ellen, and he will decide what is to be done this evening. That evening, however, Mr. Allenby dined at his club, Mrs. Allenby alone. After dinner just at dusk, Ellen wen-t out doors to hang up the dish towels. Slyly the alley gate opened and a stout figure appeared. It strode towards the steps. It was the policeman returning the knife, and incidentally improving the opportunity of seeing Ellen alone. She knew him at a glance and he came and sat down on the back steps beside her. Well, Ellen, are yuh fired? asked he in a cozy voice. Firedl laughed Ellen, this twentieth -century cook! Say, she can't fire me. I belong to the Union, and she couldn't get a cook. Goodness knows what she'd do then. Why, the only reason her husband ever comes home to a meal is because she Jocsn'l cook it. Ellen, darlin', said he, edging closer on the step and stretching his arm out behind his 'darlin',' come and marry me. You're working too hard here. Come and live wid me. I got a swell little house on Tenth. You'd have no work, and wid me earnin' a foine salary, we could- Oh, l-lol Terrence O'Dowd, that's you're scheme is it? cut in Ellen in a hard voice. Fine salary is right! I am making more a day than you make in a week, and work-say, I'd rather work hard here and do as I please than -to marry you. With that she got up and walked into the house. lVlr. O'Dowd departed, still holding the long knife in his hand. Any- thing like being refused disturbed his mind greatly. When Ellen turned on the light in the kitchen, her face was quite red and her eyes sparkled, but there was the most satisfied look about her mouth. Now bring on the rest of 'emf' Calmly she turned off the light and went to her room for a good night's sleep Cwhich, by the way, she gotj.

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cakes and and fashionable salads. She proved herself a fine manager, too, by keeping the first and second girls fhired for the evening, from nibbling the cakes and flirting with the butler falso hired for the time beingl. Mrs. Allenby had thoroughly enjoyed herself the night before, so thoroughly, in fact, that now lying in her luxurious room she groaned, My stomach feels terrible. That shrimp salad, I do believe. She groaned again and looked at the clock. It said ten. She turned over, closed her eyes, and began drawing deep breaths in what she imagined was a dreamy way. In reality they were small moans, sounding something like the giving out of a bicycle pump. It is no use, she said, I must have a cup of coffee, and she arose and went downstairs. Meantime Ellen was entertaining the usual ,bunch at the usual time and place, with a most unusual lunch. The salad and cake left from the night before was being devoured at an alarming rate of speed and lack of manners, and to help out, the policeman had bought a watermelon, of which half had already been devoured. He stood before Ellen on the lowest step with a large carving knife balanced on one hand and the watermelon on the other. His tongue was already between his teeth as a preparatory aid to slicing the melon. Ellen, seeing his tongue, laughed very loud and long, though musically. This laugh, unfortunately, floated through the house to Mrs. Allenby, making her groaning way to the dining room.. It frightened her a little, for why should her cook be laughing so loud and long to herself? She hastened to the kitchen. Mrs. Allenby advanced and caught the policeman in the act of carving the melon, his tongue working in time with each downward stroke of the knife. Her groans and pains forgotten, she hastened to the door above the steps, to order him away, when she caught sight of Ellen. She was sitting with the ice man on one side and the grocery boy on the other and the milk man on the step above, who were finishing the cake. Mrs. Allenby gasped. Ellen turned around to meet a stare that ex- pressed the poor lady's amazement. Mrs. Allenby spoke first. Ellen, in a voice in which amazement, surprise and a tinge of disgust were mingled. At that word the policeman vanished around the corner of the house, with the half melon in his hand and holding the butcher knife straight out in front of him. Ellen collected her wits. So long, boys, she said, as they beat a rather hasty retreat after the policeman. Not one answered. She picked up the platter of crumbs, cpened the door and walked in after Mrs. Allenby. There the storm broke out. In two minutes Mrs. Allenby had ex-. liausted her supply of adjectives and nouns and was breathless. Ellen said ncver a word. Mrs. Allenby stood staring a minute, and then retired with as much dignity as could be collected in so short a time, and with the parting

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THE DECLAMA TORY CONTEST. The annual local declamatory contest was leld in the High School on Thursday, February 24. There were six contestants. The program was as follows: The Dignity of Labor ............. .. Anonymous Laura Osgood u The Battle of Gettysburg .............. C. F. Adams, fr. Mabel French. 'Happiness and Liberty ........... .... R . Ingersoll Maxine Sprague. A Vision of War ........... .. . . . .R. Ingersoll Glayds Denninger an E.mmet's Vind-icationn Herbert Ott. The Place of Athletics in College Life . . ..... C. Depew Blanche Dusseau. The judges for the contest were Mr. D. S. Spencer, Mr. A R. DePue, Mr. Geo. Cantrick, Miss Martha Wagner anal Miss Iva Swift Th li . e rst place was awarded to Laura Osgood and the second to Maxine Sprague. L O ' aura sgood had the honor of representing Monroe in the sub-district contest, which was 'held at Howell.