Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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IN INTRODUCTION. It may be mettle, it may be wit To edit a paper for nothing; But if you re content to sit and listen We can do the bluffing. All we ask is you attention— We care not for your wit or rhyme. Smartly have we writ this paper Since you’ve given us the time. We beg you laugh at our endeavors To our faults be very kind— If with patience you will read, Many truths herein you’ll find. There’ll be other editors for papers, Others, too, to write the jokes; We have labored with much patience To make fun for other folks. Lives of great men all remind us We can all be shining tapers; And, departing leave behind us Other wise ones to write your papers. C. A. D. 14 .MR. BINGLETON. That day in the vast woods the stillness was almost oppressive. Mr. Bingleton sat on the bank of a beautiful babbl.ng brook, fish rod in hand, and all those articles which accompany an up-to- date fisherman scattered along the bank; also the remains of a lunch. For Mr. Bingleton had been fishing all day. At least he had sat there nearly all day with a line dabbling in the brook and a nice fat crab on the hook for a bait. The crab had become tired of the water and crawled out on a flat stone to sun itself. But Mr. Bingleton was not aware of that, nor did he seem aware of the droves of mosquitoes which hummed about his head net, nor was he angry because the fish in the fish- less brook didn’t bite. He was just spending a long- wanted vacation He was from New York and had an excellent position there as floor walker in a department store on Broadway. Mr. Bingleton was a self made man. He had worked as a cash boy, salesman, etc.. till finally he had reached this coveted position. He had always lived in the city, ever since he was a small boy. He had no desire for the country, he always preferred the smokey city air to those fa- bled balmy breezes of the country. But to be in style he must take a vacation in order to spend the savings accumulated during the other fifty weeks of the year. He abhorred the seashore with its dress parades and he disliked the country. But choosing the lesser evil he had gone to one of those beaut’ful isolated summer resorts in the Ad’rondacks; one guaranteed to be one-fourth mile from any civil- ization. But this is not the only reason wre find Mr. Bingleton here, indeed it is the least. For was not a certain Miss Brown spending the summer at a club not far away; and had this Miss Brown not often come into his store; and had she not smiled at him once when she was at his hotel; then, too, was not this young woman’s father a millionaire? Yes, and in fact, this same lady w’as fishing in this same brook on this same day. So much Mr. Bingle- ton knew, for he had been talking with Miss Brown's guide the night before And this is why we find him sitting here all day long fish rod in hand, and patiently waiting for fish. Suddenly he heard a rustling among the trees; he started, for although he was of course, not afraid of the wild animals in the forest he would be em- barrassed to meet this young lady who must (pass by him He looked around but saw nothing except the huge trees behind which a man couldn t hide. So he settled back in his old position and resumed his pipe dream of the rich father-in-law-to-be, and the brown stone front farther up on Fifth Avenue. He had bought out the store where he was formerly employed and was returning to his elaborate home on the avenue. He had just gone up the steps and rang the bell, when he discovered he was not alone in the woods, for close by his side stood a shiny black bear. Mr. B ngleton had just one more thought for the time being. It was run! And with the veil of a wild man he started down the stream scattering the ele- gant fishing tackle along his route. On he went and on ’till thinge became blurred and dim about him, but then he could not stop. He knew the bear must be close behind him. Life never before seerneu so precious. If he must die he preferred to die in the city where there wras some chance of a decent bu- rial and not get killed here in the woods by a w ild beast, and then have his body devoured by it and his ©areas picked clean by the birds. These were were his thoughts and so on he rushed until things about him became darker and blacker and finally he sank down exhausted. It w'as probably an hour before he became con- scious of some one working over him and of his head being bathed with cool water He jumped up and started to run again, but a hand detained him th s time. Then he saw the one he had been look- ing for all day standing there before him. He be- gan to smoothe out the wrinkles and tatters of his clothes, for Mr. Bingleton was very careful of his personal appearance and now’ it galled him to be in such a condition in the presence of this one of all young ladies! But he stopped. She was speaking to ♦him “I hope you are not injured Mr.’ O, how he hated the man who invented Mr. ‘‘B’ngle- ton, he added, as he hastened to assure her of his physical fitness. 40, yes; I had forgotten. We found—we found; who were we?” He looked around and saw’ a sturdy young fellow w’ho had held him when he started to run. He was indig- nant. What right had th’s young man with his choice of ladies. He was about to tell him so when she continued: We found your th:ngs a couple of miles up the stream, and we thought some one must be in distress, so we followed your trail by the bro- ken bushes and tatters of cloth ng.” Then Mr. Bin- gleton remembered and started to relate his adven- tures and narrow escape, w'hen there and right be- side her wfas the same bear he saw before “He is a pet over at the club ’ she said, noticing his aston- ishment. ‘‘He got loose this morning. We found him with your lunch basket further up and he fol- lowed us here.” How Mr. Bingleton wished he was back in old New York pacing up and down the aisles of his store! Noth ng could ever induce him to spend another vacation in the wilderness. But she wras speaking again: ‘‘Will you go to the hotel with

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us?’No, it would be out of his way as h!s hotel was in another direction, and having felt himself over, he thought he could get home alright So Miss Brown and the bear and the other fellow departed. Mr. Bingleton sat down to think it over. It was dusk when -e arose and started home- ward. Then, truly, the stillness in the vast woods was oppressive. LELAND KRIEG, ’12. A TALE OF WORN OUTS ‘‘Why, hello, Pearlhandle!’ said Jettop Umbrel- la as he landed on the city trash-pile and met his old acquaintance. Pearl Handle Parasol. “Hello, Jet ’ e ns w eyed Pearl, 'where have ytou | een?” What brought you here? I have been here two long weeks.” ‘ Pearl,” said Jet, ‘ I will tell you my story. You know we have been friends since that time we stood in that b:g store window'. Well ,one day a man came in and bought me, pay ng one dollar; he took n.e home with him in the rain, spreading me over his head. It was the first time I had ever felt rain and I shrank from it so much that he threatened to take me back. He took me home and set me in a wooden thing without drying me, saying, “Some day you’ll come in handy.” One day his wife gave a dinner party and several people came. Before the party ended it began to rain and I was loaned to a lady and a gentleman who raised me over their heads, also. ‘‘On arriving at my new home I was carefully dried and put away until one day I w-as brought out in a snowstorm; at first the snowr scared me. but I soon became used to it for I was taken out on many occasions. “The winter soon passed awfay and rains came again. It was during the April rains that I got one of my ribs broken. It happened in this way: One day as I was carried along my mistress tried to cross the street, when a sudden gust of wind blew me out of her hands under a passing automobile. I thought I was lucky with getting only two ribs broken because I was sent to a shop where I was repaired. “Afterwards I was taken back to the home of my old master where I was put in my customary place n the hall and was used now and then until one day I was left on the porch and was attacked by a dog who tore my covering off and broke so many of my ribs that I wfas brought here.” “Now,” said Pearl, ‘7 will tell you my story; it is somewhat different from yours but I hope you will find it interesting. ‘ On account of my pearl handle and silk top I was an expensive parasol. I wras bought by a lady who carried me over her head to protect her from the hot sun The sun felt good to me and I behaved well, w'hich pleased her very much. ‘‘On arriving at her home I w'as carefully laid away until I wras needed again. Her husband chanc- ed to see me and took a fancy to me, resolving to take me at the first chance, which wfas very soon, for his wife went into the house for something as he was leaving one day and left me near. He saw his chance and quietly picked me up and carried me to his destination which was a gambling house. Here he set me in a cloakroom while he played. At first I had some company but bye and bye the rest of the parasols left and I was the only one there. A dirty looking man then came n and see- ing me, picked me up and took me out into the street. “This man reeled along with me until he got so crazy drunk he dropped me on the street at the mercy of everybody, and had it not been for two little beggar children I suppose I would be there yet. “These poor children took me to their home where I was used very much. Sometimes I shaded the baby from the rain, sometimes from the sun and in winter I kept the snow off her, but as the’r mother always kept me clean and neat I did not mind these things so much. But like most things this all came to an end for my real owner identified me and took me home. ‘I stayed in this rich but dismal house until one day when my mistress left me near the front door to dry and went up stairs, forgetting about me. Her husband, coming home at two A M., did not see me because the hall was dark, so when he came in I felt all of my ribs break as he fell headlong over me. “I was useless after that so I was brought here and now let us die in peace,’.’ finished Pearl as the trashman applied a match to the pile. NOBLE J. LAX, ’15. DIFFERENT SORES MUST HAVE DIFFERENT SALVES. This method has been used by all to cure more than one ailment. Because we have so many differ- ent kinds of sores, if there wasn’t as many or even more different kinds of salves, some people would be under the weather the greater part of the time. So taking man in his various stages of life from the cradle to the grave, he applies and has applied to him many more salves, soothings, and oint- ments, that are kept at the drug store alone, but at a variety of other places, as, the shoe store, the harness shops, the grocery, the orchard, or the little clumps of willow bushes which grow by the beautiful brook which ripples in the beautiful sunlight over numerous colored pebbles, affording much joy to the small child who is Just large enough to cause mamma a host of trouble keeping track of him. The small infant lies in the cradle, making little joyful noises of its own, or playing w7th its tiny toes seemingly with no thought of dissatisfaction. But when this little baby’s joys need a salve at length, this salve is a companion, a somebody to make merry with it, by mak:ng a noise with its little rattle box, causing the little thing to laugh with glee. But even this seeming pleasure needs a balm to help it out. The baby soon gets tired of its amusement, and begins to fret and cry. The rattle box does not now have that same soothing effect, and something else is wanted in its place. Pres- ently the mother, read’ng the little childish mind, brings a small bottle, which the child with some bother gets to its little mouth and is quite con- tented again. Then the child goes to sleep and gives no more than the usual trouble when it awakens Now taking up the next step the baby is just large enough to walk around, get into mischief, and it takes all the patience a mother has to w’atch the funny l ttle creature at his pranks, and the strange wray its little mind will figure out different