Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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THE BLUE AND WHITE 7 “Such nerve! That young man’s been following me for the last three days. It's disgusting!” Why my dear li.tle sister!” Louise cried, laughing ’till the tears ran down her cheeks, that’s my husband! Betty, blushing furiously ,was then presented to Louise's husband, Jack Blake. “Oh, I’m so sorry I acted the way I did, but why didn't you speak to me?” I tried to speak to you, you remember, but you threatened to call the conductor. However, I’m sure glad to neet you and I know that we shall be the best of friends,” Jack replied. The next morning Betty dressed herself for riding, and, picking a high spirited horse, started off at a gallop. “Don’t go to the Indian Reservations, Betty, for they aren’t friendly toward the whites, Louise called after her. Indians always had a great attraction for Betty, so Straight to the Indian Reservations she rode. In some places, along the trail, she had to pick her way through dense underbrush. Hearing a noise in front of her she looked up, to see two Indians step in front r,f lur, me grabbing the horse’s bridle. Betty left out a muffled scream as a large hand was clasped over her mouth. “We take her to camp,” said one of the Indians. Then addressing Betty, he continued, “Indians hate all white people. They unfair. We kill you. Big time to-night. We scalp you jus’ like this,” and with this last remark he took hold of Betty’s brown, curly hair and with an imaginary tomahawk scalped her. Betty struggled to get free but all in vain. What could she do? How could she get loose? With these questions revolving in her mind, the three rode up to an Indian encampment. “Get off horse, ordered one of the Indians. Betty could do nothing but obey. Then one of the Indians began beating a tom-tom. From every tent issued men, women and children, all Indians. Each one wore a malicious look on his face and everyone was dressed for some celebration, with faces painted hideously, and wearing the gayest of blankets and feathers. “Tie her to that tree,” said one Indian, who Betty took to be the chief. The two Indians who had captured he, hastened to do his bidding. Then the Indian dance began! Betty, beyond reasoning power, was rather fascinated than otherwise. What awful noises they made! What queer gestures! And see, there is the chief beyond them, with his jeering face and manners! Stop!” he cried suddenly. ‘“Tis time she were killed. The sun is setting. Let us offer her as a sacrifice to the great Sun God. Make room for I shall kill her. WTith great deference the Indians moved aside. The chief, swinging his tomahawk came on, and on,

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6 THE BLUE AND WHITE BETTY’S ADVENTURE WITH THE INDIANS By HELEN KIPP, ’27. Betty Neff was stylish, good looking and twenty. She was going on her first visit to her newly married sister's ranch in Arizona. One day as she was watching the landscape from the train window, as it wrhirled through long stretches of meadow land and deep green valleys, a good looking young man camt into the car and sat down beside he r. It was apparent he had boarded the train at the last station for he did not have the bored expression that most of the other passengers had. “Hello, Bright-eyes! he said, addressing Betty. Betty turned to gaze into a pair of laughing gray eyes. How dare you sir!“ she crieel indignantly, as she moveel to another seat in the car. But the young man was persistent. He followed Betty to the seat and said .“Miss ---------” “Will I have to call the conductor?’’ Betty inquired angrily, looking out of the window. For the next two days the young man tried to get a word with Betty, but she always evaded him. On the third day Betty reached her destination. Her sister, Louise, met her at the station. What to Betty’s surprise when she saw the young man coming toward them!

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8 THE BLUE AND WHITE till ----------- “For pity’s sake, Betty, quit screaming and tell me what’s the matter,” cried Louise by Betty's bed side. The Indians! The Indians!” screamed Betty. Then gaining clear consciousness, and realizing where she was, she looked up at her sister and said, “Oh, Louise, why did I ever read that Indian novel before coming to bed? I should have known better, but oh, what a horrible dream!” A GIRL OF 76 By DOROTHY SWARTZ, ’29. Betsy Jane Merideth lived in a small town, fifteen miles from Boston. Betsy was a rather tall girl with black, curly hair and dark, flashing eyes. She was very daring for a girl of 1774. There were mostly Tories living in this town, her father being the foremost one. Betsy was a patriot through and through. Oft times the wives of these Tories would get together and discuss Betsy, saying that sometime she would bring misfortune upon her Tory father and all his associates. • • Two years have elapsed and we find Betsy still living with her father; the Declaration of Independence signed, and the preparations for war with the Mother country were being accomplished. One cold day in November, Betsy was home baking, when all of a sudden she heard a cry which arose from the throats of hundreds of men. Looking out she beheld many Redcoats. They marched on until they reached the door of the Merideth home. The leader jumped from his horse and came up the path to the house. He rapped at the door which was opened by Betsy. She made a very pretty picture standing there with her cheeks flushed and her eyes blazing. After entering and shutting the door he demanded where Mr. MeTideth was and when Betsy said he was away the officer called to three of his friends to come within as there was a beaut” in here. These men came in and asked not very gently for food and drink. This made Betsy’s hatred for the English burn more deeply. She resolved there that they would not get anything over on an American. That night when her father returned home and was entertaining the four Englishmen, she stole into the back room and stationed herself at the door. Her father thinking that she had gone to bed drew his chair near his visitors’. Then they planned to march quietly to Boston that night and capture the American Army. When Betsy heard this she quietly left the house by the back