Park City High School - Kalendar Yearbook (Knoxville, TN)

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vi e' 'N is The Thankful Minute CSecond Prizej Woli ERE'S your list, father, your memorandum. Do you un- derstand? Mother was so used to memoranda, but father did not understand. There were, however. comparatively few articles to be bought. Much fewer than before at that particular time of the year. After eautioning father to turn up his collar before going out into the cold wind, mother returned into the house and was soon busily at work cn her quilt. Never before had she faced so much. The very thoughts of it made tears eome to her eyes. But she was determined that father shouldn't see her shed a single tear, for his heart was sad over the same thing. To hope and plan for something and then that thing never come to pass, makes us all exceedingly blue. Every year mother and father had looked with pleasure to the time when John, their only child, should come home. But this year John had said nothing of it in his letters, but rather wrote of the good times that he and Bess were having. Bess was the rich girl whom John had met while at college. They were married now, and all the people in the little town told mother and father that John was not coming home be- cause he was above the people of that little town. This hurt father and mother worse than their own disappointment. Father had overheard the conversation of a crowd of loaf- ers in Amos' store, into which he had entered unobserved. When they had finished, he determined to make them think that John was coming, by purchasing a number of things not on mother's memorandum. A turkey, cranherries, nuts, rais- ins, and oysters. 51 .iAilcr..,LJ 'ZZTJJ .'5.7 :

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Five short hours were quickly spent, Enjoying shows and candy. And when the youth returned that night He was just feeling dandy. Arrived at school, his wig was gone, Also his hose and coat. And here, dear reader, let me state- This simply got his goat, With both shoes and one sock off He sat upon the stairs, And cussed, and swore, and ripped, and tore, In quite a shocking manner. Who stole my coat and wig? He cried, I wish that I were dead - l'm going home, he louder cried, And my, his face was red! But dear Miss Duncan to his aid did come, And soon some clothes were found. Some stockings, coats, and buckles, too, And round his head a scarf was bound. So Herbert was all fixed up, at last, And up the aisle did marchg Though very colonial looking, he gave us A look quite fit to parch. Now children, do this lesson learn When you this rhymlet read- And always when you're in a play, Remember this?-and heed. Louise Luttrell Galyon, '15 50

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if He started out loaded with his many articles and passed proudly by the gossipers. On his way home,-he began to be frightened. What had he done? But he was glad-he was glad he had done it. Mother listened to the constant rumbling of packages as they were placed on the kitchen table and wondered Why that salt pork, and cream of tarter made so much noise. Suddenly father appeared in the doorway and explained what he had done. It was agreed that they should make their preparations just as on other Thanksgiving seasons and pre- tend to all the neighbors that John, his wife and baby had come. While father went to the depot in the old wagon, mother brought John's high chair from the attic for little John, and placed it very near the window. She had also brought some baby clothes to hang on the clothes line next morning. But she did not have to do this, as father was seen com- ing with the desired guests. So mother had the privilege of hanging out The real baby clothes. A. E. R., '15, ET 57 M4 nv' it svhdwegmra, 4 S M2 - Wifi' .L gif-1 269' G52 ' ' 1ifgQ1 ?a-,Q .gg SJ LJ 1 ev Q1 52