Orleans High School - Sword Yearbook (Orleans, VT)

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,' 5 Uwhat silly peoplefthere are in this town! N was her annoyed thought.' ' I A.Qa .,, Un What was that noise? Dogs! Q e mastiffsi . How they frightened her! Babe started salking faster. HThe dogs were following her, as a hasty glance over s.her shoulder proved. Her fear of dogs was absurd, s.she reflected as she hurried, but they had always frightened her. Her young dignity and poise were thrown to the winds when she started running! Actually running! Oh, this must be a nightmare! what would people think? Would no one help her? Those huge brutes were oo ing closer. Surely, surely, this must be a nightmare! It had to be! But it wasn't. She found herself in the park, and realized that she could not shake off the dogs, so with a desperate glance around she scrambled up a tree near by. Goodness! It had been ages since she had last climbed a tree, for there were none near her house. Her house! How she wished herself at'hbme, with Mrs. Jones to baby 115317 0 The dogs! Where had they gone? Had they given up? or had, they chased her at all? Anyway they had disap- peared, and Babe slid down the tree and started wearily homeward. In the little white bungalow Mrs. Jones anxiously questioned her husband. ' UHave you seen Babe? Shel: been gone all aftera noon, and I'm worried.n nStop fretting, haggle! She's all right. Leave her alonein UI wonftl I an ysing out to find her.n Mrs. Jones flung open the front door and hurried down the steps, Through the dusk she spied a half-grown black cat limping up the walk. Its white forepaws and splotch of white under its chin were muddy, and its whole appearance was that of bedraggled dejection. Hwhy Babe! where have you been?n asked Mrs. Jonas, snuggling the weary cat in her arms. nOh Joe! Iive found herlu ' Elizabeth Smith '45 V ,.vx.., K ,,' E, . - . I ' ' 1-is ,.-fb as . I 4 . , .-.,, gyfjxwm ,ligfa if if ,f 'uf7 Jig!

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I I 5 i ,' 'A ' ' 'EUNC LADY VE?-GURES FQRTH uBabeN Jones strolled slowly down the walk leading from the little white bungalow. She wasn't really a Jones, but she had been adopted by hhe kind, elderly Mr. and Mrs. Jones when she was very small. Shy Babe was fond of them but did not actually enjoy being babied so much. She considered herself old enough to go out where- ever and whenever she wished to, but this was actually the first time she had managed to take a walk this spring! Babe started down the avenue leading toward the business section of the town, feeling very important and grown up. ' How the people stared! was it from admiration, or was something wrong with her appear nee? She paused in front of the next shop window to 4-t dh down her lovely black hair and admire her new sprirf sult. NThat touch of white at my throat adds a smart dis- tinction to this dark suit,U she reflected, Hand white gloves improve the effect, too. I couldn't, look better.N Reassured by this little check-up, she was certain that the glances of passing people must be from ad- miration. ' While strolling on she noticed a carload of boys drawing up to the curb beside her. How she loathed boys! Hwhy, I believe theg're going to try to 'pick me up'1H she exclaiwoi to herself, and hurriedly followed a lady into the store sho had been about to pass. Once inside, she paused admiringly before the cages of several Canaries. Nwhat a fuss they're making,H she thought dis- gustedly as the birds, chirping frightened little chirps, popped and fluttered around their cages. She walked on to a large glass tank of goldfish. Surely these would not be afraid of her. H Nwhy the silly things. Theyfge afraid, too1H she observed. nOh dear! Here comes the owner. He's probably thinking that I'll scare his little pets to death. Well, I was just thinking of leaving anywaytn and starring coolly at the man, she left the shop behind the same lady that she had followed in. The woman glanced at her and burst out laughing. Babe ignored her and walked on down the street.

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:Cfi.'E',4wSTFiOPHE . ' 'Without a dsubt'a,newspaper editor: has ord-head- aches than any other human being. Sebastian Dolittle, editor of the DAILY NEWS was no exception. In fact, if you took his word for it, he was getting more than his share of them. There is no doubt in my mind but that you will see with the clairvoyance of a diplomat that Sebastian did not exaggerate his sentiments. . Th cause for all his tribulations was an incompe- tent setter in the printing room. Up till new, the mis- takes had not attained any heights of exaggeration but time would tell. sebast1an's foresight had not been ooverrated, It happened the following week. M . Reynolds, Banker, and his wife had been on a tour in the far West and on their return they had stopped off at Chicago to see friends. Naturally the 'News' took notice and the following excerpt was read by a large portion of Renoltona nMr and Mrs. Sidney Reynoldeb of this town, visited flendsf in Chicago, last weekend. The larger part of the town guffawed at the mis- print but not so with the Reynolds family. Telephone calls and inquiries from the most promin- ent members of the clan kept the office in a turmoil for a week. Mr. Dolittle, now at the end of his wit and very disconsolate, decided to make amer,c. Therefore, in his next editorial he outlined a brit? ,xetch of Reynolds' small grandson, son cf T'f and Mrs. Nancy Noles. He quite amazed himself ani Jelieved the biography to be a masterpiece. Ta say tha least, the article was fairly well written and she, ' ruth application. But Dolittle was to have no peace. The next morn- ing another calamity had shattered the dreams of bliss- fulness which he had anticipated through his editorial. Here was the bit of news which had the town roar- ing: UThe neighbors of Mr. and Mrs. Noles are raving over their little sin, Robert.n '