Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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IRHSQI 192-6 y illilarjnrp wins It was one of those beautiful June evenings. The stars were beginning to twinkle like diamonds in the sky. Marjory wandered across the fields and through the meadows until she came to her old resort, the river. Flinging herself on the ground she began to think of the many disappointments and failures in her life. Even now her mother and father had gone to Wash- ington and had taken with them her two sisters, Betty and Jane. Yes, she reflected, they always take Betty and Jane with them, but I am always left behind. But that wasn't her only sorrow. There were many, many more. Her mother and father would never allow her to go out at night unless they were with her, while her younger sister, Betty, who was only fifteen years old, was allowed to stay out as late as she liked, and was even allowed to have beaux. Yet, these were mere trifles compared to the one other sorrow of her life. The face of Jack Preston passed through her memory. Jack had been the snly boy for whom she had ever cared anything-yet, she had fail- ed to secure his love. Marjory was a beautiful young girl, seventeen years of age. She had black, curly hair and dark brown eyes. The next season she expected to en- ter her last mile of high school life. As the moon beamed down on her it made her more beautiful to look upon. While she was sitting there by the river, dreamily looking over it and thinking of Jack, she heard a rustling of a bush back of her and upon turning around she came face to face with Jack. This is indeed a pleasure , Miss Brown. I hope I am not intruding, he exclaimed. No indeed ! Marjory responded. This is an old resort of mine and I came down tonight because I was feeling rather lonely. Mother and father are away. If that is the case I am going to take the privilege of talking with you for awhile. You don't mind, do you? Marjory answered that she didn't so they began to chat like old friends. The conversation drifted from one thing to another. Finally, they ceased talking and looked over the river wondering what to say next. Marjory, said Jack nervously after a few minutes had elapsed, there is something I would like to tell you to-night. Do you remember the first day you entered high school ? That is a day I will never forget. Well, Marjory, do you remember that I was standing in the hall when you went into the assembly room and that you looked at me so shyly ? Yes, hesitatingly, yes, I remember that very well. Jack's voice began to tremble as he said in husky whispers, Marjory, Page fifty-three

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,. Pa 1926 1 But their visits were in vain, because he always gave the same answer, A rule is a rule. As a result Kate was not put in as forward. The substitute for Kate missed basket after basket that Kate would have made. In fact, she couldn't even hold the ball. So we can readily see why the score at the end of the first quarter was four to eight in favor of ScottdaIe's opponents. As Kate sat on the side line watching Scottdale's Wonderful record be- ing ruined by incompetent players she fought a battle with her conscience. Something within her made her want to tell Mr. Brookes her story but still her pride kept her from saying anything to him. Then the whistle blew. One half of the game was over. The last quar- ter had been worse for Scottdale than the first one because they had not scored one point the whole quarter. Everybody realized that if Kate would be put in the game, Scottdale would have a chance. Alice knew that if she would tell Mr. Brookes Why Kate had failed to make a passing mark in Eng- lish that Kate would be put into the game. Still she hesitated. She had promised Kate not to tell anyone. When the whistle for the first half blew, Kate was still undecided. But as soon as she saw the score, which was four to fourteen, she made up her mind to tell Mr. Brookes. She told him and he said that she could be put in the game immediately and that she would have another examination in English. So when the third quarter started Kate was put in as forward. The crowd yelled because they knew that Scottdale had a chance now. No sooner had the game started than Kate began to make baskets. She could get away from her guard, so this made scoring, for Kate, an easy job. At the end of the third quarter the game was a tie, fourteen to fourteen. Such yelling had never been heard in Scottdale gym- nasium. The fourth quarter started out with first a basket for Scottdale and then a basket for their opponents. This kept up until one minute before the game ended. The score was twenty to twenty. Kate realized that there was but a moment to play and she roused her already exhausted body for one more attempt. With cat-like agility she caught the pass from the cen- ter and evaded the ever-present guard. Just as the ball left her hands the referee's whistle shrilly sounded the end of the contest. The ball hit the backboard, twirled around the edge of the basket and then swished through the net. The crowd hardly realized the significance of the shot but they rose in one mighty yell to pay honor to Scottdale High School and Kate. EVA ABRAMSON '27 Page fifty-two

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tell rl from that day I have loved you. You do not know the agony that I have un- dergone because of my love for you. Marjory, everyone knows the way in which your mother and father treat you and that has held me from telling you what is in my heart. But to-night I could stand it no longer. I had to tell you my real feelings for you. Marjory, please don't be angry with me because I would never have spoken this, had it not been the truth. My love for you is not what is called puppy-love, mine is the real, genuine, old-fash- ioned love. After a moment's pause he added tenderly, Marjory, dear, do you thing the same of me ? For a few minutes Marjory was silent, then without raising her eyes she said, Yes, Jack, I do love you. In fact, I have loved you since the first time I ever saw you. But-well, you know, Jack, that I am too young to think seriously of any boy, yet somehow, you are so different that I can't help loving you. Marjory, will you be true to me until-well, this time next year you will be eighteen and I will be twenty-one and then-? his eyes looked questioningly at hers. A lot can happen inside of a year but if my affections are the same as they are now, I will be true. The couple walked slowly toward the gate at the end of the BroWn's property. When it came time for them to part Jack asked, Marjory, may I lliiss you good night? It may be the last I'll see you for quite awhile, you now. Marjory reflected for a few minutes before she answered, No, Jack, I feel that a kiss would bind me to you. So they parted with the assurance that they loved each other. The summer months dragged slowly by and at last the school days be- gan. Marjory, as usual, was at the head :of her class. Still with it all she was not happy. In her heart she had resolved to win, to make her mother and father proud of her and to make them love her as well as they loved her other two sisters. But how to do this was the next question. After Christmas the basket ball season started. One night there was a big game between a rival team and the high school which Marjory attend- ed. On that particular night Marjory noticed one of the boys of her school, who had always tried to play on the first team but who had always seemed to fail, sitting on the bench with the players. When the first half was over this boy was called in to play and he played so well that he was considered the star for that night. All the way home Marjory was thinking, If he wfon, I can win too. And from that night on she tried harder than ever to win the love and confidence of her parents. She became more obedient and considerate and did many little loving deeds. A few nights after Marjory had made the resolution she met her lover, Jack Preston. She immediately confided her secret to him and when they Page fifty-four