Mountain View Union High School - Blue and Gray Yearbook (Mountain View, CA)

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28 A Mixxh by rox 4. ! T tELL, girls, draw up your eluiirs aucl while the water ])oils for tea I ' ll tell you all about my latest escapade. No, S dly, I didn ' t go to the seashore and fall in. Jt was fai ' more exciting than that. 1 ' 11 just tell the maid not to wait any long- er. I give her every afternoon off now, since my latest adventure. I feel so sorry for any servant. There, everything is ready now and I can begin. Well, about tiiree weeks ago Anne Remmington dropped into tea, and, as usual, the Di ' aper twins were with hei ' . We all got to talk- ing altout Servants (I have a new maid aiul she is a dream), and the girls laughed at me lieeause 1 did ' at think they had to work so very hard and couldn ' t see why they were always so grouchy. Finally, Anne said she would wager me a dozen pairs of gloves that 1 couldn ' t keep a position as parlor maid for two weeks. Of course, I had to take it. She was to provide the place and I was to hold it for two weeks. That ' s the way it started. The next day Anne came along with a bunch of references to a friend in New York, and, as 1 had i)lanned a little trip to Philadel- phia and since 1 knew mother would never know where I really was, I just packed a suit-case of borroweil things and set off. It was too funny! How 1 looked! My hat belonged to Katie, the parlor maid, and I borrowed Janet Draper ' s slumming suit. It didn ' t fit very well; but, of course, that didn ' t make any difference for a servant generally doesn ' t wear a tailored suit. At any rate T reached Xew York. It was about three in the afternoon and I thought I ' d better go to Mrs. Marden ' s right away. She was in. so I was ushered into the library and sent my references up to her. I had scarcely time to turn around before she came in. I never expected her to look the way she did. Really, girls, she was quite young and had on the dearest dress ! I want one like it, it was grey wool crepe and was ti-immed — All right, Madge, I ' ll go on with the story. Well, she asked me all sorts of (juestions as to why T left my last place — as if I ever had one — and why I came to Xew York and things of that sort. At last she said that she guessed she would try me, since Anne had sent such fine i-efei ' ences. She ' s an old friend of Anne ' s. When I came down again she was all excited. She had had a letter from Mr. Marsden telling her that a friend of his would come in on the afternoon train, and that she would have to entertain him overnight. He, himself, couldn ' t come home until the next day. This friend was a college professor and had all sorts of dreadful de- grees and such things. She simply had to go to a tea and left me in charge, after tele- phoning to her sister to come to the house. As she went out she turned and said to me: ' If an agent should come here this afternoon tell him to come again next week. I simply can ' t be bothered with him today and Mr. Marsden will be here tlien. ' Then she left and I sorted magazines for a while; but I must

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27 (Hhr Hauiirrrr nnh t }t mtg ■•jr E L ' iiuic fi ' oni tlu ' (le))tlis of night ' s iliirkness, forlorn, Tfn This Waiulerrr awrsoiiu ' and lonely and lorn, ) Whose face boded evil as now and aj ' ain. lie paused to voAV venyeanee on his fellow-men. As he paused in the greyness, he viewed to his right, A .structure whose outlines were lost in the night. Majestic before him a chapel did loom. While scattered i)rofusely and bi-eaking the gloom, Long windows beheld with light shining through, All crimson and golden and darkest of blue. The Wanderer (laused, then turned to pass on. When deep in the chapel, he heard soft and long. So mystic and i[uiet as if ' twere a dream, ' Che o] ening chord of the organist ' s theme. The notes followed slowly, each dreamy and soft, Sustained till faint echoes returned fi ' om aloft. . ]] then from the depths of the chap(d anon. The sounds of the organ wert ' blended with .song. Though rising or falling, it seemed that eacli note, In cadences outward on air waves did float. The Chorister ' s voice and the ( ' hoii ' ' s i-efi ' ain, ' i ' he tones of the organ, the dejjths of its strain. In harmony mingled melodiously rare. As in rhythm it fell on the still wintry air. As the prelude was ended, the last tones wei ' e still; The Wanderei ' turned from his place by the sill; His face was transformed ;nid no longei ' it bore, The look of fierce hatred it recently woi ' e. The lii -e of all ] eauty that dormant hatl lain, ' N ' ealli e il and crime had awakened again. And though it lay liiildeu. neglected so long, ' Twas stirre l and aroused by the iSeauty of Song. —Alice Toft. ' 14.

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BLUE AND C,RA 29 have dozed off in luy anu-ehaii ' . Anyhow, suddt-nly I heard tlie door-bell ring and I jumped up in a hurry. There stood a man. Of course, 1 thought he was the man Mr. Marsden had sent, so I invited him in as nicely as I could and gave all of Mrs. Marsden ' s excuses. He seemed astonished and tried to stop me once or twice to tell me he wasn ' t expected, l)ut 1 insisted, so he follewed me in, meekly enough, and I deposited him hag and baggage in the best bedroom, as nice as you please. Well. I had hardly I ' eached the library until that bell rang again and I hustled to the iloor again. Xaturally. 1 thought this man was the agent, so 1 said as eiisply as possible, for 1 wanted to get rid of him : ' ' How do you do? Mrs. Marsden left woi ' d that you were to come again next week. Then he said: ' But — er — Mrs. JMarsden is expecting me. ' I replied more cooly than before, ' Airs. Slai ' sden is not at home and she left word for you to call again. He really did not know what to think and hesitated as he said: ' Mrs. Marsden asked me to come today and — ' But 1 interrupted him again, ' 1 tell you Mrs. ] Iarsden can ' t be l)othered with you today, so you might as well go. ' That struck him funnier than ever and he said: But sui ' ely there is some mistake. You can ' t mean that — ' Just then jMrs. jMarden ' s sister came along in time to rescue us and what do yo i think? That agent was Dr. Cathers, the profes- sor! Well, here 1 had already put one man in the guest room as the guest so 1 didn ' t know what to do. I yelled, ' Burglars ' , and started up the stairs, colliding with the other man coming down. He cried, ' Jean! ' and she ' Bob! ' and they embraced. I had made the most terrible mistake ever ! Here the first man was Mrs. Marsden ' s brother, who had come unexpectedly, and the last was the guest. Well I just naturally sat down on the steps and Wept. Of course. Mi ' . Woodsby, that ' s the brother, got Jean to say she wouldn ' t tell Mrs. ilarsden about it and so the first day ended. But I knew right away there was something awfully familiar about that brother, yet 1 just couldn ' t tell where it came in. He seemed to feel the same. At any rate he kept staring at me the whole time. (Of course, my cap was really very becoming). One day when I was dusting the library, in he came and began talking. He happened to mention Anne and of course I started. Then 1 knew at once he was the man Anne had so often mentioned to me. Well, that in itself was enough but what he said was that Anne and her cousin, Harriet Willoughby, were coming to visit Mrs. JMars- den. I almost screamed and I am sure he guessed then and there who [ was. At any rate. I saw the whole matter clearly then. It was all a put up job, I saw through the whole scheme, — just how Anne had figured out the whole matter and how 1 would lose my position and. worst of all, those lovely gloves. I coulil have cried, I was so angry. But that wouldn ' t help matters, so instead I glared at poor Bob — that is — I mean Mi ' . Woodsby — and turned my l)ack. Well, 1 had hardly tinu ' to think liefore a big auto came up and un- loaded Anne and her old maid cousin before the door. Of course, there was great excitement and I tried to look innocent, but it was too much when Anne whisp( red: Hello. Mai-ion. still on the jol) ' ?