Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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LIMERICKS I There was a young lassie named Bobby, Who was so cute and so nobby, Her mathhmatical mind Was so great of its kind, To keep With Miss Shine was her hobby. II There was a young lady named Mayheld, Who loved to roam in the hayfield, So young and so tender, A sunbonnet we lent hers This charming young lady from Mayfield. III There was a young lady named Baur, To reduce, ate everything sour. When asked Why this chatter? She said, I'll grow fatter, If I stop talking once in an hour. IV A gay, lively schoolgirl named Marje, Whose bright hazel eyes are quite large, Bought new tulle each day For her ball dress so gay, To wear when the young cadets charge. V Betty was a maid tall and thin, With bright yellow curls and broad grin. She went to the farm To add to her charm. Ah! She's grown quite as broad as her grin. VI There was a young student named Sara Macduff, Who never could tell when shehd written enough. School's done, but unquenched, uWhy, I've only commenced! Says this startling young student Macduff. L. P., 18.

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THE HALLOWEEN PARTY HE usual Hallowe'en party at Oakhurst was the hrst important event of the school year. A most delightful evening was furnished by the Junior Class for the teachers and the girls. The guests, upon arriving, were given little paper baskets, which must be filled with beans hidden all over the first floor in dark and dangerous corners. No guest might go downstairs until her basket was filled. When they finally were allowed to go down, they found awaiting them a most charming dance hall. The gymnasium was prettily decorated with little jaek-o-lanterns strung from one corner to another, and, along the walls, against an orange background, new witches with cats and broomsticks, giving the place the gay and festive air of Halloween. Daintily set tables, with a lighted pumpkin in the center of each, were placed around the sides of the room. In one corner was a fortune-teller's booth, where every guest learned from a reliable and skilled palmist what the future has in store for her. When refreshment time came, everyone stopped dancing and, as they sat at the tables, were waited upon by the perfectly costumed waitresses of the Junior Class. With a cabaret effect, Miss Cochran and Mr. CU Yeiser entertained us With the latest steps, d la Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Castle. 16 Then, upon request, our talented fancy dancer, Miss Virginia Buchanan, gave us a lovely dance, displaying the grace and art of a true professional. After this, an auction was held under the management of Mr. Yeiser, and the beans collected in the early part of the evening served as money. Mysterious looking pack- ages were auctioned off, and one took chances by bid- ding more on the shape of the thing rather than the thing itself. There were many pleasant surprises, judging from the merry bursts of laughter which fol- lowed the opening of the packages. Among the costumes especially attractive were those of eight gentlemen. Three were handsomely arrayed in swallow-tailed evening dress, two made very stunning soldiers, two more were in sporty summer dress, and there was one merry little Dutch- man who danced the fox trot quite as well as the rest. What puzzled us more than anything was a tall walking pumpkin, who, under her mask, kept us guessing for a long while, and, who turned out to be our friend Charlotte. As the Witching hour drew near, one of the most charming social events of the fall came to an end. O.J.

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LITTLE TOUGH T 1M OlREILLY laid down his papers with a sigh. Gosh, but Ilm tired tinightl The other newsies looked at him sympathetically. He was all bruised and tom, 3 condition due to one of his numerous lights. One of them ventured a remark: That guy was a stiff one, wasnlt he? You bet your sweet, young life he wuz, said Tim. The light had occurred earlier in the day, when Tim, having laid down his papers, turned just in time to see the biggest bully take three of them. Aw, cut that out now? Whad-e-ya-mean? You know what I mean, all right, yo big thief. Come across wid tern ant hurry up. iiSay, whoire ye talkinl to? tTll show ye who I'm talkin, to. And so the fight began and ended in victory for Tim, who calmly took three cents, to pay for his papers, from the prostrate bully, and walked off, saying, iiThanks, fer saving my lungs that much. Therefore his battered appearance. It was a few moments after five and, as the crowd poured out of the buildings, the newsies scattered and went to work with a will. About six, when Tim was all sold out, he started home. Suddenly he stopped. Some bright red and white candy sticks had caught his eye. Tim was wondering whether he could afford to get one for Little Brother. How his eyes would sparkle when he gave 18 it to him; how he would reach out for it With his little, white, frail hands, and howe This was enough for Tim. He took out one of his hard- earned pennies, went into the shop and bought the tempting stick. Then he hurried home, laughing to himself because he wondered what the bully would say if he knew where his penny went to. He knew it was one of those pennies, because he had put them in a separate pocket, all to themselves. He stopped laughing though, when he thought of Little Brother. He wondered what made him so white and tired, and so sickihe was much worse now than he used to be. Oh, if he could only make more money to send him to the country. He had tried every way of getting it, even begging, but no one seemed to care what happened to a Little Tough and his sick Little Brother. No- body seemed to care that Little Brotheris heart was nearly broken on Christmas morning, when he woke and found no tin engine there to welcome him. No. Tim decided, nobody cared unless you had money. He turned down the dark alley that led home, through a dark hall, up some dark stairs, through another dark hall, up some more dark stairs, and so on to his door. There was not a sound. Somewhat surprised, he unlocked the door and went in. Then he drew a breath of relief. There was Little Brother lying in his accustomed place, on the bed, by the window, the only window in the room and very small at that.