Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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4 The Missile Bert care anything for him? No, he didn’t think she did, except as a friend; that’s what worried him. “Well, it’s almost time for Sue to come home. Per- haps when I see the dear girl again I will not be bother- ed with the foolish passion for Bert. I believe I love Bert, but I know I love Sue. Mr. Rock still seems to be trying to influence me in Bert’s favor, but if he troubles me much more with his praises of Bert, I’ll tell him I think he is trying to make her love him instead of me.” Thursday, June 26. Sue has come, and has invited Bert, because she is Tim’s friend, to come with Tim to welcome her home. Tim feels nervous as he prepares to go. What will happen when he sees them together ? The evening passed gloriously, but Tim was uncom- fortable. If he could only tell Sue of his love for Bert he would feel better, for he knew she would be good enough to sacrifice her wishes for his. “Shucks, if she does that, it will only make me love her more, so — ” “Excuse me, my d ear Bert, but really I must admire that quaint trinket you are wearing around your neck.” Sue had fortunately interrupted Tim’s sober thoughts by addressing the words to Bert, to which Bert replied: “My locket has a queer story, shall I tell it? I have never felt that is was true. They say my father and mother were lost in a ship wreck returning from Italy. I have been told that I had a brother who was saved, but I fear this is not true, and can only wish it were. I have a picture supposed to be that of my brother and me inside of my locket.” She opened it, Tim gasped, and Sue exclaimed, “How thrilling !”

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The Missile 3 she had finished and the next term would find her a stu- dent at some college. Then there would be nothing to enjoy. “If I could only fall in love with some other girl when Sue went away, things wouldn’t be so dull, but never, never could I love another girl as I love her.” Poor Tim, he never al lowed himself to be overcome by his sentiments and strolled along singing gaily, “Her eyes are so blue, Her cheeks so pink, Oh ! How I love Sue You never could think.” The three months passed. Tim, having recovered from his pensive outlook, enjoyed them thoroughly. The time came for Sue to leave, but Tim didn’t let her leave with- out hinting of his sentiments regarding her, not without encouragement on her part. School opened once more with Tim in his last year. He heard from Sue often and loved her as well as ever until — it must be confessed — Roberta Roberts, a pretty orphan girl, came to the school. Oh, he really didn’t love Bert, just liked her; that was why he always walked home with her. She was truly a nice sort of person to talk to. Mr. Rock had liked her when he first saw her. “I never could love her as I do Sue, but really I was silly to say what I did before she left, wasn’t I, Mr. Rock ?” “No, Tim, for my part I love Bert better than I do Sue, but I know you will always love Sue.” But Mr. Rock was not right, for now as commencement time came on again he realized that he would — he be- lieved he would — hate to part with Bert more than he had hated to part with Sue. Was this the right way to treat Sue ? Tim was afraid it wasn’t. And after all did

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The Missile. 5 She showed the pictures with the names Tim and Ro- berta written beneath it. “Is it possible, Bert, that you are my sister? How happy I am, and to think that I can love both you and Sue. Now, Mr. Rock, do you prefer Bert ? Do you wish me to marry my sister ?” “I do not wish you to marry her, Tim, but I still prefer her, and I believe that she loves me.” She nodded assent. The next day Tim left with Mr. Rock to take a course at the summer school of the University. Sue received a note which was filled with Tim’s happy state of mind and which ended thus: “Mr. Rock sends love to only one, But still that’s good for him; Love for two I’ve sought and won, I send it now From Tim.” Ethel Holloway , ’ ip. “Do you sign this paper of your free will ?” asked the lawyer of the large red-faced lady. “What do you mean ?” she asked. “I mean w ithout any compulsion of the part of your husband.” “Him ?” she answered, “Frederick ? I’d like to see him compulse met First hen: “Stop! Henrietta. It’s dangerous to eat tacks.” Second hen: ‘‘Yes, but I want to lay a carpet.”