Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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should have a chanoe. He told her she could pay him as soon as she made the money or received the prize. So Gertrude took the lessons and won the prize and the first thing she bought was a present for Betty, a large doll and the cutest little poodle dog. She paid Professor Pirrie and the next year she went to the city to study music, thanks to little Betty. MARY BUTLER '24 what QBIIJ Gang uf Mine As I sit here in mv arm chair watching the flickering of the flames in the fireplace, I think of that old gang of mine, way back in the school days. Just four in number were we, but what pep and fun we did possess. Al- ways in for mischief and usually landing on t:he carpet in the end. I faint- ly recollect that th-ere was a popular song writ-ten ialoout a gang, let me think, ah, yes, it all comes back to m-e now, a song That Qld Gang of Mine, to be sure. Everyone was singing it in those days. I remember now where it said, farewell forever, old fell-orws and gals. How long ago it seems, ten years have slipped quickly by. When we left good old P. H. S. it was truly farewell of our gang. How I would like to be again wlith that old gang of mine. I picked up the newspaper tlhis evening 'and in' glaring headlines I saw the following words, Famous Follies Beauzty Marrdes Girllhood Sweetheart, I read further on and came to the name Jacqueline LalRue. You can ima- gine my surprise for it was none other than Ducky LaRue, as we called her, a. member of our gang. I wonder if she has forgotten her old pals and the favorite pass word, gimme a nickel and the cracked candy. Slome- how I feel down in my heart that she has not. Looking again at they news- paper I saw where she had married Boss, her lover of high sdhool days, the dark haired, blue eyed little boy whom she adored. I wish them all the happiness in the world, for nothing was too good for L1ucky. Anid there is Picky, ring lea-der of the gfamg. She is a nurse, known and honored by all. She was a dear girl, full of enthusiasm -and school spir- it. To think, she is head of the largest and best hospital in the country. They say she walks around with the air of a qu-een. Ca.n this be my mis- chief making, horse laughing Picky of long ago? I can hardly believe it possible, nor do I want to. Picky, please stay like you were in the days of tvh-e old gang. The greatest shock of all came in the form of a letter received a few days ago when I learned of Cupid Wilderman aooeptinig -at iposition at Co- lumbia University as foreign language teacher. I looked amazed upon the Words that said, Miss Etfhel Wilderman has aoceptetd ta, position as teacher Page eighty 3 ' wild' ,

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Q I em more. She has almost cried her eyes out now. We will gio to bed now and fink about it in the morning. The next morning while everyone was busy, they were not paying any attention to Bet-ty, so she slipped out and took her pup dog laflltd made her way down town. We'll find the 'fesser man. They walked on and she met a little boy. She asked him to take her to the 'fesser man. What 'fesser man? What are you talking about ? said th-e boy. Oh, you know the 'fesser mran' what gives the music lessons. Oh! I know who you mean, Professor Pirrie. Come on kid, I'll show you. He took her to the entrance of a large building and told her he was in there. Betty looked up at the large building and then at the boy and said. Open the door. So he opened the door. Betty Walked in and the boy showed her the man's room and left her. Betty knocked on the door and it was opened by 'a tall man with whiskers. He told her -to come in. Betty did so, looking around all the time. Take a chair, my little friend, said the professor. Betty sat down and took Beavuty on her lap. Are you the 'fesser man what gives music lessons? Yes, my dear, what can I do for you ? I come to see if you would give me one hundred and twenty-five dol- lars for my dog. For your dog? It must be a fine dog to be worth that much. Don't you love your dog? Most little girls love their dogs too well to sell them. Oh, I just love him dearly, but, you see, sister wants one hundred and twenty-five dollars to take lessons and daddy ain't got none to give her :and I love sister more than I do Beauty. Tell me about your sister, and what is youir name? My name is Betty Wilso-n and sister's name is Gertrude. Gertrude Wilson, ah! I have heard of her. So you want to sell your dog' for one hundred and twenty-five dollars to give your .sister for her mu- sic? Well, well, well, that is nice of you. And does your sister know you came to me? Perhaps she sent you. No, no, I runned away. Nobody knows I am here. Don't you want to buy him ? I don't know what I would do with him. Suppose I buy him sand you keep him for me. Oh, do you mean it? I'l1 take good care of him for you. That is settled then. Now I'1l give you na check. He wrote a check payable to Miss Betty Wilson and took her hlome him- lf. Se To say the Wilson family was surprised is to put it mildly. They had not even missed her. g ' The professor had an interview with Mrs. Wilson :and her daughter. The professor said anyone who had an unselfish little sister like Betty Page se-'uenty-nine Quai. W

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at Columbia. Miss Wilderman has acquired an A. B., A. M., Ph. D., M. S- and B. S. at the best colleges of the country. My how people change. VVhy I can remember when Cupid didn't know a French verb when she saw one and as for Latin, a thimble could ho-ld her knowledge of that subject. As for me, the fourth member of the gang, known by the rest .as Ac- cident, I am truly contented in my cozy little homie. The rest of the gang are having their pnofessio-nal careers in the world, but I arm hwappy in my own little world of happiness. It is getting late and I must put my fond memories back in the safe corner of my heart. Still I'd give anything, yes anything, to see that gang of mine once agiain. CATHERINE SPANGLER '24 3Rahings 'Twas moonlight on the Potomac and the soft summer breeze stole in cross the rippling waves. The stillness was broken by the shrill blast of the good ship Mal De Mer as she entered the Dead Sea. A lone figure stole mysteriously thnough the dense woods behind the R- Art Studios and peer- ed into thebrilliantly lighted windows of the Police Station, twhen with a chuckle of delight he slipped quietly into the darkness. A moment later he appeared carrying a small box under his arm. After raising the window, he twook something out of the box and held it to his mouth, then he vanished among the ghostly shadows of the grim forest. From outside the door of the Police Station one could hear the loud so- norous breathing off the P- Police Force. The chief was quietly resting in his chair, munching contentedly one of his favorite brands of pickles. As the chief's molars were about to come in contact with a. piece of the tooth- some flood, he stopped suddenly, the pickle dangling dangerously from be- tween his eager jaws. His face turned ai deathly pallor and he clutched wildly for a spot on his head which was noticeable because of the absence off hair. The chiefs hand came in contact with ia. soft mushy substance. Tremb- ling he drew his fingers from his head expecting to see a. crimson stain. In the palm of his han-d he perceived a mix-ture of paper and slailriva, evidently destroyed by coming into contact with the cihief's glistening craniium. Drat that confounded rascal, grumbled the Police Force, furiously hurling the demolished missile into. the waste basket. I ne P- Police Force had been continuously harassed by the vexatious activities of a certain mysterious individual, to whose identity the commun- ity had recently ventured various saollutions. The undaunted efforts of the P- Police Force had avail-ed no terngible results. In the meanwhile this enigmatical personage had persisted in his troublesome tricks. Tfhe citizens Page eighty-one . 'fag ' . - ' -. 'l?: ' az-u up