Mount Carmel Township High School - Kismet Yearbook (Locust Gap, PA)

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' NAME Hannah Bosche Florence Betz Dora Bridy Marge Breslin Michael Cannon Valeria Doyle James Deane Enrica Ecker Myrl Frew Cath. Fickinger Cora Felker rHelen Haverty Anna Hollister Paul Holda Alex Jablonski Charles Kulilck Geraldynne Klees Francis Klaus Cath. Klinger as sl xr sz r N e, x . , 2 4 QE , SENIOR ROLL! CALL FAVORITE DISTINGTTIFHING EXPRESSION CI-IARACTERISTIC' Arrah Smile He makes me sil:k i?J My stars! Oh! Ee jabbers -'Aahv Vkfhat! ! If it wasn't for the Irish Oh, well! Know the latest? lla, ha! It's a pain in the face Holy Hannah! Oh! Neal to me Hope I pass You can't do dat Afromatlcally speaking Holy frost D1mlino Holy cow Loud voice Eyes Mlschievousness Naughty eyes Hair cut Farmer's gait Unruly hair Wit A Pleasant manners Easy going Gaelic contour Curly hair Hysterical English Earnestness Weird wit Diminutive stature Marcel wave Monkey shining Mae Langton Never Height 'Imelda Morgan Murder Laugh Mary McAndrew Is that right? Quietness Helen McGuire Gracious Weight Edward Madden Go on Wavy hair Joe Mc-Andrew Holy C?J Glrlish figure Martha Stief Arr3h, go on Laugh Cath. Woods Arrah, no Composedness :Mary Williams 'fHoly night Giggling Olive Zimmermann Oh! Gee whiz Arguing Ella Geary Aw, g'wan Disposition Leona Moran A'huh Her walk FORTY-FOUR F

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n pr .. '- ' 1 SIX THOUSAND PESOSH In a poor, wretched hut tucked away at the edge of a forest, lived Maria Sansovini and her brother Jose. Maria was a buxom italian woman, aged about 35, and an excellent housekeeper and cook. Jose, poor Jose, as Maria was often Wont to say, was nothing but a bag of bones. In age, he was slightly younger than Maria, but in appearance--ah! in appearance Jose was an cld man. Just now, at the vesper hour, when the twilight shadows were deepening, Jose sat upon the doorstep of his humble home and awaited the arrival of Maria, who held a servant's position in the home of a wealthy neighbor. Ah! Josef, she called merrily, as she walked up the road which led to the cottage, how great the cough today? Do'st thou feel no better? t'Better! snorted Jose, in sarcasm. Sister, I fear not many moons shall pass before thy brother shall lay dead at thy feet. And thou, the only one who could save him, Will not do his bid- ding. ' Speak not thus! answered Maria impatiently, fear enter- ing her heart. What more wouldist thou have me do? Have I not done as much as I could? Ah! and Jose sighed. Again has Pedro Guarino come. He would have thee for his wife. He would send me to the moun- tain country, where my cough would be cured, but again of thy stubbernness to refuse him. After saying this Jose was overcome by a spasm of coughing and Maria had to help him into the house. Soon she was busily preparing their meal. After Jose retired to bed, Maria remained up working on a fancy scarf for which she would receive five pesos the next day. Ah! she mused as she sat knitting. Tomorrow I will give Jose the five pesos so he can go to the village doctor, who will cure his cough. She sat nearly all night, knitting, constantly knitting, but at last the scarf was nnished and she went happily to bed. Again it was twilight, and Maria returning from the Fantini villa was happy, because the kind' senora had given her six pesos instead of five for the scarf. Maria felt well paid for her labor and was hurrying home to tell Jose of ther good fortune when a man stepped out from a tree and accosted her with these wordshzl Many pardons, Senora, for having frightened you, but my need is urgent and I must make haste. My mother is ill almost unto death, and no doctor near. The neighbors will not stay lest they also get the fever. I will give thee six thousand pesos. Wil'st thou stay? FORTY-SIX