Ossining School for Girls - Quill Yearbook (Ossining, NY)

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THE QUILL for 1916 But when he went home the next week-end things seemed to grow clearer. Just as he jumped off the train he bumped into Ted Wells, whom he knew slightly. r ' p Hello, Rogers! Glad to see you. Hear you had a great game last Saturday. By the way, I'm going to take that friend of yours, Miss Craig, to our prom next' Friday. Didn't think I could get her. Don't you think I'm lucky ? Rogers agreed to this last, but as soon as they had parted he thought to himself, SO that's the reason Betty's so formal. Well, I always knew girls fell for the newest acquaintance, but I never thought it of Betty. He did not know, poor fellow, that fate had been contrary, and had suc- ceeded in making a fine 'tangle in this case. At last the eventful night arrived, and Betty was delightfully excited, in fact, ever since she had re- ceived Ted's letter, she had talked of nothing but the prom. Finally, the train stopped at the station, and Betty, little dreaming of the disappointment in store, stepped to the platform, expecting to find Ted ready to meet her. -But he was not to be seen. After wait- ing for almost an hour, trying to tell herself some- thing must have delayed Ted, a tired, hungry, deep- ly dejected Betty took the train home. At the same time, a young man, who had also waited at another station, for almost an hour, went back to his room in a furious temper, saying girls were heartless, and thinking not exactly pleasant things about one girl in particular. Meanwhile, Ted Rogers had stayed away from the prom at his college to sit gloomily in his room, declaring he would never give Betty Gay another invitation. Thus the long friendship was broken. How it was made UP ag-am is another story. I E C I ' He en . adm- 95

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'rite QUILL for 1916 Fate IQTTY was as happy as even Betty could be. She may have been a bit emotional, one day in the seventh heaven, the next in the darkest of blues, but just now she was unmistakably radiant. The cause of all this sudden exuberance were two letters, or rather one letter. for it was one especially that caused her excitement. This came from Ted Rogers-Ted, who had first met Betty seated in front of her grand- father's house, and making mud pies. He was now writing to invite her to the Commencement Prom, so Betty immediately sat down to tell her old com- panion how much pleasure his letter had given, and how glad she would be to see him again. The other letter also contained an invitation for the same date. This came from Ted VVells, a junior in another col- lege. who had just lately came to live next door to Betty. She declined this briefly, and had just fin- ished addressing the two envelopes when the bell rang, and she had to rush for a class. As she ran out of the door, she called to her room-mate, asking her to seal the two letters and mail them. Her room- mate, who was also in a hurry, picked up one letter headed Dear Ted, and pushed it into the envelope addressed to Ml: Theodore Rogersf' never noticing that hotli letters were headed in exactly the same XYZIV. And so it happened that the next day Ted Rogers received the following: Dear Ted, Thank you so much for remembering me, but I am SUITS' t0 Say that a previous engagement forces me to decline Your very kind invitation. Sincerely, whrlt I I . Elizabeth Craig. ro-road it Cgutptliis mean? Poor Ted read. it and bpm ' 1 C 5 lad never been so formal with him re. anc she had always signed her letters Betty. 94

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THE QUILLI for 1916 When Theenie's Ship Came In A dismal September 'rain .was steadily soaking the old dock. Except for a sailor or two on a ship alongside, there was no one out risking a wetting, until a giant umbrella blew out to the edge of the wharf, where it silhouetted itself against the rain. Chasing after it bounded a curly, mustard colored terrier. Bow, wow, barked the dog, Chita, in pre- tended surprise at finding his commander-in-chief, Theenie, hunched up under the familiar leaky um- brella. Towheaded Theenie was watching for his ship. T wenty-four days he had stoically watched there, as religiously as though he thought watching would bring it. ' I g Reddy, a warlike Irishman aged ten, and a rag- ged whisp of a girl drifted out toward the umbrella. Aw, I jist know that that kid Theenie and his mangy dog are sitting under that there umbrella. Them swell guys, them officers on the battleship don't want you two castoffs fer mascots any more. You's too big to be a baby and you aint big enough to be a boy. You can't fight. You got left to home, boasted Reddy of many battles. . I The umbrella tipped impetuously overboard. Theenie, in smouldering anger and silence shot a Plldgy, .dirty fist into IReddy's stomach. Chita, wrig- glingcwith excitement, pitched into the fray likewise. Time! T'ain't fair. Call off your dog, remon- strated he of the red hair. GO home, Chitaf, Chita obeyed dejeetedly. He loved a fight as well as the Irishman, but hehad been dlsciplined in the Navy. The battle was resumed- Th99.1116,.the peaceful, the bashful fought bravely but unscientifically for the honor of his battleship. Reddy Of tell years fighting experience easily and trium- Phantbf conquered, administering a black eye and 3 Slaggeldng cut on the forehead that made Theenie qulte giddy with faintness., 96 -