Petoskey High School - Observer Yearbook (Petoskey, MI)

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THE EASTER HAT. After all, Jane is rather a common name, especially for a girl whose father's bank account keeps the income tax collectors busy for a week out of every year, and who is herself a bit too conscious of the fact. Then we can hardly blame her for changing it a tiny bit, just for con- venience's sake Cshe was to travel in Francel and christening herself Jeanne. Her mother thought it 'sweet' and her brothers thought it rather 'silly' but neverthless the name stuck because of her own per- sistence. So, returning to New York, she was known to society as Jeanne Bentonne. She did not know that another possessed her name, moins le frivolitie, just plain Jane Benton, or perhaps she would have been glad of the change.. Jeanne, a little before Easter-time, found herself confronted with the extreme displeasure of providing herself with Easter clothes. She hated the task of trying on clothes and did not take much interest in them. Nevertheless it had to be done, and so, the day before Easter, she and her mother, having selected a coat, gloves, etc., went to Madame G-'s exclusive millinery shop to select a hat. Let me see that one with the wide brim and crushed flowers, Jeanne demanded. ' . Oui, mademoiselle, eet is ver' beautiful! Charmant! Exquisite! C'est parfait pour vous! exclaimed the little French lady in an admiring wheedling tone. Yes, I think it goes very nicely with my coloring. But is it not a little too common? Ah, mais non, eet ees zee hat originale! Si charmant, mademoisel- le, pour votre type de beaute l Won over at last, Jeanne took the beautiful creation and laid it in its box. Your address, mademoiselle? . N136 Hamilton, madamef' Merci, The next morning Jeanne dressed early for church. Bring me my hat, please, Marie, she commanded her French maid. Eet has no' arrive, mademoisellef' Call Madame G- immediately! I simply must have it now, Jeanne demanded, frowning. In a few moments Marie returned, an anxious look on her face. Eet was sent yesterday, mademoiselle, mais eet has no' arrive' here. Then her face brightened. Peut-etre, eet was sent by meestake to Hamilton Street. Send someone then, right away, and inquire. But wait a moment. I shall go myself. Order the car. In a few moments Jeanne was making her way toward Hamilton Street. As she stepped on the accelerator she exclaimed to herself, I'll certainly have to hurry or I'll never get to church on time! In fifteen minutes she reached her destination. It must have been PAGE SEVENTY-FOUR

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A THOUGHT Be happy but be not so glad You do not notice one who's sad. There is no place however gay But some one's grieving a heart away- One whose laugh is a dart of pain, One whose eyes are pools of rain. Think when the fun is at its height, Pause and stop in the golden light For at least one thought as the hours are whiling There is some one who is not smiling. A word-a smile-! Ittis not vain' To help some one his joy re-gain. Joy gives pleasure in the makingg You can stop a heart from breaking! Be not so thoughtless or so gay That you can never after say: Tonight I know my life worth while For I have helped some person smile. M. PAGE SEVENTY-THREE E. H.

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a 'green' messenger, indeed, who had made such a mistake, if one had been made, for the street was in the so-called 'Swamp' fvery different from the fashionable avenue.J It took but a moment to find 136 and a little bit to go up the dark, dingy stairway and inquire if anyone by the name of Bentonne lived there. The janitor's eyes twinkled as he answered, s Oi, and if 'ye'll be afther lookin' for a cook, ye'll shure be afther iindin' one of the best this side of ould Ireland where me mither is. CThe Irishman recollected a certain generous piece of cream pie given to him by the dusky mammy.J b Thanking him and gladdening his heart with a generous tip, she hurried up the steps and knocked at a door. There was scuifling of feet, then two big white orbs set in darkest ebony looked cautiously around the edge of the door. The old mammy looked rather suspicious at sight of the wealthy white girl. Are you Mrs. Benton? Jeanne inquired quickly. Yas'm, honey, Ah is, then, hospitably, Won't yo' all come right in heah, and tell Mammy what yo' all hab on yo' min'? Thank you. The room was vacated but as she seated herself Jeanne felt that eyes were watching her. Yesterday, she began, I bought a hat from Madame G-, and this morning it had not arrived so I could wear it to church. My maid suggested that it might have been sent to this street, by mistake, instead of to Hamilton Avenueg so to save time and anxiety, I came myself to inquire. I hope you will not think I am intruding. The old mammy blinked and said, hesitatingly, Yas'm-yas'm. Ah just knowed dat' de Lawd and de blessed angels ub Hebben didn't bring dat hat to mah Jane. It shuahly ain't hahdly neber done. Jane! she called. Yas'm, Jane appeared, her hands hidden behind her back. What hab yo' all got in yo' hainds? Jane produced the hat and immediately handed it over. But the look of profound disappointment on the gir1's face did not escape Jeanne. Then she did a strange thing. Drawing back with a surprised look on her face she stammered: Why, a-, why, I have been mistaken. This is not my hat! Oh, Pm so sorry to have troubled you! And you say the hat was sent by messenger? . ' Ah donf know, honey, Ah found de box wid de hat in it outside ub de doh dis mawnin'. . Oh, I'm-sure this was a present from the angels, after all, she said, rising to go. p 'fDe Lawd help us, Ah b'lieves yo' all hab done tole de truf. Dat hat couldn't hab got heah no other Way, ah knows. Good mawnin' honey. Outside, Jeanne looked at her watch and found it too late for church anyway. V. E., '23. PAGE SEVENTY-FIVE