Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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Zhc Blue an til bite. 9 ----------a----------------------------------------------------|—;----------: Slit decided 10 go lo her home immediately. She 'phoned the sad news to her husband who was at work. By the time he had reached home Mrs. Hamilton had secured a neighbor to stay with the children. They hoarded the 10.40 train. The trip homeward was one of dire suspense, although it was merely an hour’s ride. Upon arriving they marly ran to the house. The wife rushed in tiie side door, threw her arms around her mother’s neck and cried. Mother! Mother! Tell me all about it!’’ Why, Mary, wh it does this mean? What am I to tell you?” About daddy's being shot. What was the trouble? When's the funeral? Tell me all about it!” “My dear child, your father isn’t shot. Where did you hear such a thing? He’s at school.” But, mother, here’s the letter!” The mother took the letter and smilingly read: “Dear Mary, I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. Henry Stine, out-neighbor’s boy, came over to play anil shut him in his bedroom, and ran home. We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn’t come, we began to investigate and found him there. When we learned what had happened we nearly died laughing. Well, must close for this time. Love, Mother.” HOLLAND L. A’DAMS. '22. DICKERY, DICKERY, DOCK. AltOIE DOONE was a senior at Chester High. Naturally she was proud of the fact. She had come from Ireland when quite small and received her education in the United States. Her Irish brogue and sense ol humor had made her popular in school. Chosen class orator, she had maintained the honor throughout her high school course. But one fact marred her happiness at present. It would fall to her lot to deliver the valedictory address at commencement. That meant new clothes. Now the Boones were not rich. In fact, the only thing they possessed was a noble ancestry and some antiquated furniture which they had brought from Ireland as a memento of those dead nobles. Margie's mother sympathized with Iter daughter’s ambitions as she, herself, had been a belle in her day. Margie's father could have furnished the desired commencement frock had he approved of it, but with a shrug of his shoulders said. “You have a whole litter of dresses; wear one of those. The girl argued and explained, but to- no avail. Biting her lip in vexation she leit the room and ascended the stairs, dolefully to her room. At the top of the stairs stood a grandfather's clock, an ancient affair. Margie had never, in all her life, remembered its keeping correct lime. The sight of the clock angered Margie. Every nook in the house was filled with such useless junk. She gave the pendulum a shove as she passed it. But, evidently, the movement was more than a shove, for it knocked the pendulum from its place, and it crashed to the floor.

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8 Cbe Blue anfc White. tiering what he could mean, in the council chamber of the Indians a meeting of great importance was being held. Fleet Deer wras demanding Mary. The Indians were unwilling to give her up. but could not resist this young brave on account of his rank and winning ways. He told them that they had caused the Great Chief enough sorrow, that they had caused his gray head to bow- low, lower than he had ever caused any of their fathers. As he talked in the musical voice of his tribe he slowly won the young braves. But the hardest task still lay before him. He had not yet consulted the old chiefs. He told them that the great white chief would forever show gratitude and never more wage war on this tribe of Indians. He recounted the deeds of braves and of whites. He upheld the braves so that the chiefs could see that they were far superior to the whites. After this long speech there was a pause; liven the old ruler got up and said, “Fleet Deer may take Wings of Night and set her on her way to the Fort. In return he must at once take an Indian into his wigwam. Av! This was a blow and well did they know it. Had not the young chief said that he would never take an Indian maiden into his wigwam? Did not the young brave’s heart lie in the w'hite girl’s hand? Had he not watched every move when she wras in the fort? Was he not always on the alert that no harm should befall her? Yes, all these and many more were his attentions. Now, to save her live, he must forever be taken away from her sight by taking an Indian maiden into his wigwam. “Fleet. Deer will do as Big Reed requires. He will take Red Wing into his wigwam. In exchange Wings of Night must have a horse and provisions for her journey.” Mary was brought forth. Rig Reed stood before her and said, “Wings of Night is free co go to the home of her fathers. What Fleet Deer asks he receives. Farewell.” Her horse was brought forth and just as she was mounted she saw Fleet Deer. She put iorth her hand and gave him the clasp of thank fulness. She then slowly rode down the trail. As she looked back she saw' Fleet Deer standing on a rock, his arms folded, his head back, look straight before him. His form stood out in outlines against the evening sky. CLAIRE SHULL, ’22. ‘‘0,” “U.” A LETTER CAME one morning to Mrs. Hamilton, the married daughter of Mr. Crawford, the principal of Lynn High School. It was from her mother so she read it aloud to the children. She read thus: “Dear Mary: “I must write and tell you what happened to your poor dad. This afternoon Henry Stine, our neighbor’s boy, came over to play and shot him in his bedroom and ran home.” (Here she suddenly stopped with an awful groan. She read cn.) “We knew nothing of it until supper time. When he didn't appear we began to investigate and found him there.” She could read no further.

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10 Cbe Blue an lUbitc T Margie surveyed the splinteied pendulum contemptuously. A glittering light shone from the spot which was shattered most. She stooped to examine its source. There, inlaid in the wooden pendulum, lay a diamond. Pulling it from its post ion in the wood, she rolled it critically in her hand. Her thoughts straying back to the source of her find, she picked up the pendulum and pounded it unmercifully on the floor. It broke in'o a thousand pieces, but no more gems appeared. It was then that she allowed her thoughts to be given utterance. Whoop after whoop resounded through the house. The Doones came quickly to inquire what was wrong. Margie displayed her find gleefully, and explained. Mr. )oone dismantled the clock and several other pieces of old frrniture in an effort to duplicate Margie’s luck, but to no purpose. They came o the conclusion that the jewel had been niddcii there in days gone by. for some reason unknown. No matter where it came from; it not only bought Margie's commencement frock but sen. her to college that fall with a whole new wardrobe. JOHN S. A HAMS, ’2 . ALL THROUGH A FERRIS WHEEL. I T WAS in the year 1897 that a famous gambling den on the East Side cl New York was raided. Among the prisoners was a small boy about six years old. When a.-ked his name, he replied, ‘'Bumps. His parents were unknown, and all that could be learned of his former history was that he had been found wandering along the wharves when but a small child and had been, brought up by an old hag in the gambling den This I learned from newspapei files, a few months ago, when the big accident on the Steeplechase Ferris wheel occurred. Judge Brown, wiho was an adopted son of a great lawyer of New' York and the “Bumps of the gambling den with a few other lawyers of New York City was so Dusy that when the Fourth of July drew near, there was no time to plan an extensive vacation. Some one suggested that, they spend the day at Coney Island. Although these men lived only a few miles from the island, none of them had visited that famous resort for many years. The men thought it would be a lark so took the first boat to Coney, intending to spend the day. They spent the morning in bathing and swimming and in the afternoon took in the sights. Judge Brown became separated from his friends so was left to amuse himself. He thought it would be fun to ride on the ferris wheel, so set out for the giant machine. The crowd was awful. Pushing! jabbing! ramming! bumping! shoving! the mob swayed to and fro. The noise was worse. Children crying! People laughing! Whistles blowing! All was bustle and confusion! On account of the crowd all safety laws were foregotten and the cars were full to overflowing. The judge was huddled in a car with at least fifteen ether people.