Palo Alto High School - Madrono Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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receiving room the following day. As she entered a young girl came forward. “You are Miss Alden? Richard is here? Is he badly hurt? When can I see him?” The words fairly tumbled out of her mouth. “I beg your pardon, but J have been so worried that when 1 got your letter I dashed off without thinking.' T am so glad you have come, said Marian, smiling. “I want to talk to you about Lieutenant Crane, lie is in a bad way, 1 am afraid, and something must be done immediately. You probably know that he is badly crippled----- “Crippled! 1 haven't heard from him for months and months. I thought he just didn’t—didn't care any more. If I had only known! The young girl's voice bioke and tears came to her eyes. “It isn’t too late now, but you will have to be extremely tactful. He is very sensitive. Come upstairs and I'll have Lieutenant Crane brought up. My room is the only really private place in the whole building.” Saying this. Marian led her guest up the wide stairs and down the corridor to her room. “What a pretty room. It doesn’t look a bit like a hospital.” “It certainly doesn’t, laughed Marian. “I furnished it myself. It helps me keep happy and cheerful when the days are blackest. Now you wait here while I pilot Lieutenant Crane this way. Marian went out into the hall and then stopped a moment. Things had happened so quickly that she was rather bewildered. Then she straightened her shoulders and murmured. It is my one last hope. If this doesn’t work, I’m afraid Lieutenant Crane is a hopeless case. Lieutenant Crane was duly surprised to find himself being rolled down the corridor, but nothing mattered particularly to him now, and he paid no attention. The wheeled chair stopped in front of Marian's door a minute and then it was pushed inside. Jeati rose to her feet and flew to the side of the chair. “Jean!” “Richard!” Marian carefully closed the door. Her plan had worked. She made her way clown to the men waiting at the weaving loom. An hour later Marian knocked at her door and entered. Such a radiant sight met her eyes. Lieutenant Crane, his whole face glowing with joy, cried, “She isn’t married at all, Miss Alden. “But she is going to be.” retorted the girl. SHIRLEY CHARLES. •7

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person who can do anything with Lieutenant Crane. This is the worst attack he has had. and Doctor Raymond says that a few more like this will leave him insane.” Marian nodded. “Don’t worry about me. I am glad to do anything I can.” For two hours Marian struggled with him, but it seemed a useless task. He answered questions politely enough and even ventured a few remarks, but then he again sank back into his lethargy. Finally Mar ian saw that he could sleep and morning might bring a solution for the problem. As she straightened up the somewhat awry bed. a little piece of paper slipped from the pillow and fell on the floor. She picked it up and mechanically out it in her pocket. Again the door of her own room closed behind her, and she sank into the nearest chair. Searching for her handkerchief, she felt the piece of paper and drew it out. It was lorn from a newspaper article an- nouncing the marriage of Miss Gene Carson to Mr. Alfred Parkhurst. The young couple were to make their home in New York City immedi- ately after the marriage. Marian, duliy tired, saw nothing remarkable in this until she re- membered where she had picked it up. Could it be that a girl, as well as the loss of an arm and a leg, was at the bottom of Lieutenant Crane’s trouble? Impulsively, Marian determined to discover if something could not be done. Tiredness vanished, and she sat down at the small table to write a letter to Mrs. Alfred Parkhurst. Two days passed and Marian waited anxiously for an answer. Doubts and fears assailed her from all sides. Would Mrs. Parkhurst consider her interference an impertinence? Would she throw the letter aside, or would she follow Marian's suggestion? On the night of the second day her reply came at last. Mrs. Park- hurst was very sorry, but Miss Alden must have gotten the wrong name. She did not know Lieutenant Crane, but perhaps Miss Alden confused her former name with that of Miss Jean Carson of 2815 Fifth street, a friend whose name was often confused with hers. Marian was discouraged, but she grimly determined to go on with her plan now that she had begun it. Another letter was written, and this time it was addressed to 2815 Fifth street. The answer was quick in coming, for Marian was summoned to the 16

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Miss Johnson and Her Helpers The Cafeteria IFTER moving into our new school building, the student body looked forward to the opening day of the cafe- teria. it was impossible to serve the students until equipment was secured and because the funds were low it was necessary to get bargains somewhere. Mr. Nich- ols and Miss Johnson spent a good deal of their precious time looking for the things that were needed. Finally they bought plates, soup bowls and trays from the Hostess House at Camp Fremont. The forks, tablespoons, teaspoons and large kettles were bought in l’alo Alto. The entire, equipment cost about $225. On February 18 of this year the girls of the cooking class, under the direction of Miss Johnson, served rice and meat chartreuse to over too students. For two weeks the girls continued to prepare and serve the students with appetizing food. Then Miss Johnson felt that the girls were not going to complete the required work for the semester if they did all the cooking and serving. Therefore Mrs. Elliott, from Mayfield, was secured to do the main part of the cooking each day. After the lesson each day the girls help Miss Johnson and Mrs. Elliott, so the windows may he opened when the hells ring for the noon hour. Girls from the commercial department were secured as cashiers, checkers (for trays), etc. Lauretta Simonsen, working with Miss John- son, has efficiently kept the books and cared for the money. During the last of February and the whole month of March one hot dish, and usually a dessert, were served each day. On April 2 ice cream 18