Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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10 THE BLUE AND WHITE lected the rent told her if she didn’t have it ipaid by the next day, he would have to put her out on the street, for there were plenty off people who would be willing to rent the rooms. Joan knew she could never raise the money. In the twilight of the evening Joan was found kneeling over the gTave of her mother. She was praying as only a child in distress could pray, asking for some way out of the trouble. As the sun crept to light the world for another day, it brought Joan an answer to her prayer. The man who owned the tenaments had decided on that day to visit them. He came in time to see Joan and her little family thrust out into the street. The golden ringlets that had laid around the dainty head reminded him of the same one so dear to him, some one whom he once thought he had tired of. He walked up to the young girl and asked, “What may your trouble be?” Joan told him her story. The sound of it sent a pang to the man's heart. Could it be, was it possible that the face and voice which reminded him of some one so much was his child? In a voice that trembled he asked her name and all about her life. Joan feeling ead emptied her eorrows beginning with her mother’s dearth, to this old man. She went back to tell him of her father also. A smile lit the old man’s face and tears rose in the dark eyes as he cried, “My daughter.” In as eimple a way as he could, he explained everything. Joan wiith her good heart, forgave her father. Now her worries are over and she is getting privately the schooling she missed. Tbe Charm School,” which will be presented by the Senior class, will be highly entertaining. Don't fail to see it February 28 and 29.

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THE BLUE AND WHITE ft ginghams. From their lovely home her mother had brought them to this dirty part of the city. Soon she began to take in washings, and so she lived working until sleep would overcome her. Then one day death claimed her. While she worked so hard, her husband was becoming a wealthy man in the city where he had fled, after he had grown tired of his family. She heard of his wealth but had not called upon him for help. The money which he gave to charity would have been more than self-sufficient to provide for his children. But they knew not of him and he, now, did not know where to find them. He did not even know that his wife had departed from this earth. “Oh Joan, here is something we could try!” “What is it. Jack?” Jack's dark eyes followed hie fingers down the page until at last he found the advertisement, “Are you listening?” “Yes.” “Work to be sent to your home for you to do. Earn from $15 to $25 weekly. Particulars given for a two-cent stamp. Box 123, Memphis, Tenn. “See, I could send at least and find out what it is. I believe I will send.” In three weeks they were working hard on the home work which they had sent to them. . From then on they got along very well. Everyone could help in doing the work, except Marceline Ruth, and even she would struggle to dust and do a little odds and ends. A year had passed. The children were going to school, all except Joan. Jack had started his Freshman year in High School. Before and after school, he helped Joan. They earned $30 a week on the home work. They moved to a better place and managed to save $200. Then a dark cloud crept into their house of sunshine. The place where they received their work closed down, and slowly but surely the dollars that were saved dwindled away. The money Jack made barely bought the food, let alone pay the rent. They were forced to move into the slums where the rents were low. Jack continued in school, because there was nothing more he could do and it didn’t cost him anything. Joan took in washings. With these small incomes they managed to live from hand to mouth, and to save a few dollars for the rent. One month it went harder than usual and when it came time to pay the rent, Joan only had half of it saved. The man who col-

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 THE BLUE AND WHITE 11 ODE TO OUR OLD BUILDING Nellie Henderson, ’30 Dear old building we leave you, But not with a smile; The pleasure you gave ue, Was just for a while. Although we are going. Never more be returning; You dear old building. Has set us on the path to learning. The new building I hear, Is both fine and fit; And surely some day. We will learn to love it. An when we are aged, And maybe gray; We will point to you. building, And here’s what we’ll say. “That building my children, So grand and so tall; Is the place where we learned The best knowledge of all.’’ VALENTINE GREETINGS To-day is Valentine. Won’t you be mine. If I’ll be thine. On this, St. Valentine? I love you so, I wanted you to know Before the wind doth blow, And we do have snow. Let not thy love depart. But keep within thy heart. Remember thou art mine, On this, St. Valentine. The sky is blue,