Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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The Scarlet and Gray 5 IT PAYS TO BE KIND Millie Leigh sighed as she placed the newspaper, which she had been reading on the table. “I wish I could take vocal lessons,1’ she thought to herself, I am almost sure that I could be a fine sing- er, for father has told me that mother was, and every one says I have a lovely voice. She had just been reading about a lady, who like herself, had been very poor, but who, through the aid of some kind friend had been able to go to New York to study and was now one of the noted singers of the world. ' “If I had some friend who could help me. I would surely be happy.” she said half aloud. “But there is no one in Clifton who has anymore than father.” Millies’ thoughts wandered.on as she went about preparing supper. Her mother had died several years before and since then she had kept house for her father and little brother. Mr. Leigh came home to supper pre- sently and Millie forgot for a time the vocal lessons and New York. The next morning after her brother had gone to school and after her work was finished, she put on her sunbonnet and started down the street. “I’ll just run down to Grandma Burton’s for a few minutes and see how she is this morning, ” she said to herself. “She wasn’t feeling very well when I was there yesterday.” Grandma Burton, as she was called by every one who knew her, lived alone in a little hut just at the edge of the village. She was considered a very queer old lady. She seldom went out- side of her tiny yard, but spent most of her time working in the garden. The cnildren of Clifton were afriad of her and in fact she was rather disagreeable looking a? she went scowling about her work. But Millie was fond of her and scarcely a day passed that she did not “run down to see Grandma.” This morning as she neared the little shack she was surprised to see that the door was shut and no familiar figure was working in the garden. It seemed rather strange, for Grandma was always up and working as soon as it was daylight. Thinking that perhaps ■vlrs. Burton was too ill to get about, Millie hurried to the door and knocked, receiving no answer she tried to open it but it was locked. Now thoroughly alarmed she called some of the neigh- bors They came and broke open the door and found that Grandma Burton was dead. One day some time later a letter came for Millie bearing the postmark of a city several miles away. She knew no one in that city and she wondered from whom it cou.d be. Perhaps you can imagine her surprise when she opened it and found that it was from a lawyer, briefly stating that Elizabeth Burton had left a will be- (Continued Page 20)

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4 The Scarlet and Gray The junior Class

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6 The Scarlet and Gray s JUNIOR CLASS PROPHECY In the year 1930, I was living with Nellie Mathews on a 1'aim some twenty miles west of Indianapolis; it was at about this time in the year, eaily spring, we had plant.etl a trip to London, England. When we arrived at Indianapolis, we stepped up to the ticket office and who should appear but Cltrmont Howell. We purchased our tickets to New York of him. Alter a short conversation we boarded the train for Columbus. Shortly after the train pulled out, a fellow came through the car selling, “Ladies Home Journals’ “Saturday Evening Posts” and all the latest magazines. On looking up who should it be but “Don Davis,” which made us believe he would never forsake his magazines. We soo ■ reeched Co- lumbus, where we had to change trains as we had decided we would go by way of Cincinnati. Inquiring at the ticket office we fou;.d we had quits a waic and being hungry we went down street to the “Busy Bee” restaurant. On giving our order a short conversation between the waiter and ourselves took place and we found we had been school- mates at N. H. S. and asking her name she told us Cleo Williams. After we had finished our lunch, we went back to the Union Station, only to learn we had missed our train, so we decided to go back to the “Chitte- don Hotel” for the night. When we went to register we learned that Thomas Allen was proprietor of this hotel. He was very much surprised to see us and invited us to the parlor. There his wife, formerly (Miss Clara Pritchard) was entertaining with a six o’clock dinner, and who should pre- side at the piano but Kate Humphrey. We were very glad to see each other, as it had been several years since I last saw her. She invited us to go home with her and we accepted her in- vitation. We were not at all surprised to learn her husband was Mr. Fred Edington, a lawyer whose office was at 3-1 S. High St. After a pleasant visit with Mr. and Mrs Fred Edington and family we started again on our journey. When we took a car to go to the Union Sta- tion we recigniztd George Barrow the conductor. We reached the station just in time to catch a Pennsylvania train enroute to Cincinnati. After the train had gone a distance of perhaps fifteen miles there boarded the cars a man and woman and as they came down the isle, their faces seemed fa- miliar, it was Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Love (formerly Miss Lillian Terry.) As they approached us, they too rec- ognized their old school-mates and conversation was continued until the train reached Cincinnati. They told us Earl Moier had been married to Jose- phine Dunkle and that they were living in a log hut, two miles from Salem, but Earl disliked the place and wanted to move into town but Josephine thought that too extravagant. We reached Cincinnati a little after mid- night and we hurried to a hotel in order to get some rest before morning. As we entered, there sat two men in the lobby talking and the expression on their faces told us their conversation was an interesting one. The next morning we responded when called to breakfast and sat down at the same table with the two men whom we had seen late the evening before. Their conversation seemed to be a continued one, and as they talked we knew they had formerly attended N. H. S. and looking up as one said: “We will have to see the show at the Lyric Theatre to-night for Katherine Spencer is a