Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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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.

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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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Softly he shut the door. Heis sleepini. I'm glad 0, that, he thought, the more he sleeps, tht stronger hetll git. After moving softly around the room for a few minutes, putting things in order for the coming cele- bration, he said to himself, Guess Pll just put that candy in tis hani, so hetll see it first thing w'en he wakes up-P! He took the candy and tiptoed softly to the bed. Gosh, but he looks wiite. Guess Iill hev to steal purty soon to send him to th, country? Tenderly he bent over Little Brother, took one of the little white hands in his own. How cold it was! He put it down quickly. One sickening suspicion swept over him. Bubs, he called, breathlessly, in a choked voice, ttBubs, hev you gone an' done whut muther done? Oh, hev you? a: a: an ax at at! Two days after, there was a little funeral at the cost of charity, and, if any people who attended thought it strange that Little Brother should be buried with a red and white-striped stick of peppermint candy in his hand, no one said so.-DOT HUNTER. OAKHURST CAKE ALLIEiS our baking powder, Without her we could not rise. Take Mildred for the sugar For sheis as sweet as apple pies. Let Maire be the butter, Since she thinks she is so fat. As for the spoon of flavoring; Virginia ill do for that. The pinch of salt is Martha, So tiny and so true. Elizabeth, her roomy, Is the milk she loves to chew. Let Frances be the flour, As a staple she will do. Dorothy must be the eggsi She can beat em through and through. Let Oakhurst be the mixing bowl, And let Miss Kendrick stir The jolly crowd of girls into The cake that is for her.-V. E. B., '16. 19