Nelsonville High School - Saga Yearbook (Nelsonville, OH)

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4 The Scarlet from her seat on the floor in the cen- ter of the excited group. “Well, it’s too good to be true!” said one. “You’d better wait till you see Miss Huston before you get so gay,” Lorna Darmond remarked coolly. “That’s just like you to try and throw cold water on plans Lorna, but I’ve aready asked her and she said we could go!” Triumph shown in Betty’s deep blue eyes as she said this. Lorna, who boasted a “train of an- cestors,” as Bettv said was very jeal- ous of that young person’s place in the hearts of their chums. “Why, you don’t even know that she comes from a good family,” she used to tell the girls. “But Betty is a lady,” they would defend. , „ “Look at the clothes she wears. Loma’s pretty lips would cui 1 at the thought. Of course, Betty Brown was vastly different from the other girls. Com- ing from the Texas ranch, she had stuck to the khaki skirt, white shirt waist and brown walking shoes. The girls up to their Senior class had never attended social functions excepting their own little “spreads” in the big dining hall. For these they wore their school dresses. Now ot course, the first question was “dress- es,” and “what shall we wear?” “What shall you wear Peg?” sever- al of the girls asked. “Oh I think an orchid colored party f rock.” “Peg! You’ll be a dear in it. It will cuit your fair complexion and hair,” Louise Nolan said. “Flatterer!” Peggy’s eyes belied her snappy tone. “But what shall you wear Beilina mine?” “Oh, the new one, the blue one or the one 1 wore last 1 guess. Betty’s eyes twinkled. ‘ “Come now Prexy.” The girls' pet name ?or her, their little president. “I think I’ll get a leap green satin.” She beamed on them. “Pooh!” sniffed Lorna. “It would suit your red hair beautifully I am sure.’’’ fingering her own soft black braid. All the girls stared but Betty only smiled broadly and bowing low to her tormentor. “Well, I shall be in the character of a red rose then—red top and green leaves.” The girls laughed and Betty bound- and Gray ed away to answer the President of the Senior Class of Larson Academy. II. Thetime drew nearer for the big night. Lorna still persisted in speak- ing of her “fluffy canary colored dress” and voiced opinions of “green and red.” But Betty only smiled and nodded the mass of soft golden red curls if asked of her intention to wear her green satin. One day she and Peggy were dis- cussing the party. “Betty dear,” said Peggy, in her most coaxing tone, “Won’t you please tell me about your dress?” “Nope! It’s green. That’s all I’ll tell you.” “Bettina! Surely not green with your hair.” “Presactly! But I’ll tell you what I’ll do! I’ll bet you 1 wear a green dress. If I lose I go home with you. It you lose you go with me for the three weeks vacation. What say?” “Fine! Fine!” clapping her hands, Peggy cried out. Here Miss Huston interrupted them by sending for Betty. “S’ long! See you later!” she called out as she ran down the steps to the office. Half hour later she came up with “Everything’s ready! The dresses came yesterday. Such a stack of box- es.” Then as the news of the dresses spread such ah hub-bub as there was. Girls chattering gaily, all eager to show their dresses. That is, all but Betty and she refused to let anyone havve a peep at hers. III. It had come. It was nearly time for the cars to come for the girls. “Such an array of girls!” exclaimed Miss Huston as she came to the liv- ing room. “But I do wonder where Betty is?” Peggy fretted. “Wasn’t she in .your room when you came down?” Miss Huston said. “Yes, but she refused to dress be- fore 1 came down?” Peggy smiled. “Afraid you would laugh at her col- ors,” Lorna said sarcastically. “We will please not discuss others now,” Miss Huston’s voice was sharp. “But they are coming!” Advancing to the stairs she called “Betty! Hurry girlie!” “Coming,” chirped Betty. But Bet- ty proper was scarcely visible in the Continued on Page 7

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The Scarlet and Gray 3 Thanksgiving at Larson “Peg! Peg Neilson!” Betty Brown called as she dashed up the stairs two at a time to the cozy room which she and Peggy had shared since their Freshman year at Miss Huston’s Col- lege for Girls. “Do look here! I (as president of the Senior class) have a note from the president of the Senior Class of the Larson Academy inviting our class to a big Thanksgiving dinner and dance to be given at the Academy Hall. And Miss Huston is to go as chaperon.” Here Betty stopped for sheer lack of breath, and thrust a small neat note, written in an angular, boyish hand. It read: To Miss Brown, Senior President of Miss Huston’s: We, the Senioor Class of the Larson Academy do most cordially invite the girls of your class to attend our an- nual Thanksgiving dinner and dance, November Twenty-fifth. Cars will be provided by us for the trip between the schools. Sincerely yotjrs, JAMES WHITE, Pres. Senior Class. Come to Larson Academy Hall November Twenty-fifth At Seven “What do you think of that?” Bet- tv demanded perchcing hei-self on the edge of the cretonne covered divan. “Oh Bettina, it’s just too splendid for words!” Peggy said. “But I rath- er think you’d better ask Miss Hus- ton before you tell the girds.” “Yes, I will.” Betty was already half way down the stairs toward the superintendent’s office. She went straight to the door marked “Private” and knocked. At the same time she called “It is I—Betty, Miss Huston.” “Come in dear,” that lady said gent- ly, for Betty was one of her favorites. As she rose from her work and saw the girl’s flushed face she said: “Why Betty, what is the matter?” “Oh, Miss Huston! Please read it and tell me if we can go.” She hand- ed the letter to the woman who read it. Miss Huston was rather an elderly woman, loved and obeyed by all who knew her. When she had read the let- ter she handed it back to Betty who stood waiting for her answer. “Well, Betty, I guess we must go. mustn’t we?” she asked kindly. “Oh Miss Huston, I am so glad! I must hurry and tell the girls. Thank you very much.” Betty hurried to the big living room of the “West Wing” where only Seniors gather and where there were now assembled fifteen or twenty young girls. They all knew there was something in the air when t’ c” saw Petty coming the note held high above her head. “Now what do you think of that?” she cried as he finished reading it

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The Scarlet and Gray 5 Timothy's Thanksgiving In the little town of Tipton there lives a man by the name of Timothy Winnepeg. ’ low his name suits him perfectly, and he is very proud of it. He is very short and fat, in truth quite wobbly on his short fat legs. His feet and hands were small. His head was very large, his eyes small and close together. His nose was short, but spread out fan shape. His ears stuck out from his head, and really he looked like “A tree full of owls,” as the expression is often used. His father is a Dutch farmer, or rather a retired fanner and his son is all he lives for. Being quite wealthy he is inclined to be lazy when there is work to be done. He sits for hours and gazes out over his farm thinking of the future happy years. Timothy does the same, but with an entirely different attitude, for he is thinking of the time when this farm will be his own and just how many limousenes the money will buy. Not that he wanted to hasten his father’s death at all, but the city is tempting him greatly. Now Timothy is quite romantic and in love with a young girl who lives on the neighboring farm, but who does not happen to care for him. For she loves a handsome good-for-nothing young chap by the name of Lew Wal- lac. who during the summer boards at their house. Each Sunday afternoon you can see Timothy walking along towards Pri- cilla’s house and in an hour coming home quite down hearted because Lew had come to call on Pricilla and had politely told him that “Two is compa- ny. three is a crowd.” Pricilla Deane was the only daugh- ter of Jacob Deane Esq., who was of English descent, another one of those old gentlemen who peacefully while their life away smoking their pipes. His daughter was to him what Mr. Winnepeg’s son was to him. This particular Sunday happened to be the one before Thanksgiving, which is always noted for good things to eat. Timothy had decided to ask Pri- cilla and her father over to their house for dinner but was rather uncertain as to whether she would accept the invitation or not As he slowly mounted the steps he tried to think of some thing to say but failed. He knocked and stood with rapidly beating heart until Priscilla came to the door. “Why er-a-good afternoon,” said Timothy, his heart in his mouth. “Won’t you come in.” “Er-a-certainly.” Now Timothy was not bashful, but on this occasion he was slightly uncomfortable. “I just came over to ask if you would spend Thanksgiving with us.” He said it very calmly but he felt far from calm. “Oh we had thought of spending Thanksgiving at home, but I will see what father says about it.” Presently she came back, her face all smiles. “Father said he would be delighted. He and your father are such good friends you know, like two old cron- ies.” Timothy could not trust himself to stay there any longer so arose to go. “Oh, my, you aren’t going so soon, 1 hope?” ‘ Well, I had better, as I just came for a few minutes.” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She really wasn’t but she had to say something. “Good bye then until Thursday.” z With this he started home, all the wav he was unusually light hearted and happy. Their house keeper spent the day before Thanksgiving preparing the feast. A large turkey was killed, stuffed with dressing and roasted brown Pumpkin pies baked, white bread, ginger bread, a large cake and cookies. All of these goods things were stored away in the pantry. Sweet cider large rosy apples, chestnuts and candy, nothing was omitted. About ten o’clock the next day, Pricilla and her father came over to the Winnipegs. Such a feast had nev- er before been prepared. But just as they were sitting down to eat a loud shrill motor horn was heard. Timothy recognized the sound for he had heard it frequently and knew it belonged to Lew Wallace’s car. His heart actual- ly missed a beat. With an excited little iesture, Pri- cilla arose, excused herself and hast- ened out. Sure enough it was Lew. Continued on Page 7