Piqua Central High School - Piquonian Yearbook (Piqua, OH)

 - Class of 1911

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How Rose Came to Graduate " OES ANY ONE know any thing about Rose Colbert?" inquired Miss Reed. the English teacher, one morning. No one knew or at least no one answered, so the matter was dropped. lint that evening after school was dismissed, Miss Reed passing the office saw Rose talking to the superintendent, so waited until she came out. "Why were you not in school today Rose?" she asked. The girl's lips quivered. and she waited a moment before she spoke, then she said quietly. "I am going to stop school." "What! when you are so nearly finished? It is only about two months now until you graduate." "Yes I realize that." returned ltose, her eyes filling. "But mother is sick and I must care for her: then we haven't money enough to keep me here, I think I have been very selfish to remain here as long as I have, when mother had to work so hard to keep me here, Sometimes she would work all day iu the mill, then sewed until midnight to make a little extra money. Now she is ill through this same work, so I must not complain at having to give up my school. lint I must go to her now, or she will miss me." After Rose wa.s gone, the teacher stood for a long time, thinking. It seemed a shame that the girl must go when she was so nearly through the High School, for she was a bright girl, eager for an education. and always ready for any difficulty that presented itself. Here she was handling this situation as calmly as any knotty algebra problem, seeing her way clearly, knowing her duty and doing it cheerfully. After a little while. Mr. Atkins, the superintendent, came out of his office and seeing Miss Reed asked, " Did Rose tell you she was leaving school? " "Yes," answered the teacher, "but I do wish she would change her mindg she surely could remain for such a short time," "No," he replied, "from what she said they must be in very poor cir- cumstances. The poor girl told me her story, and it was a very sad one in- deed. It seems that her father died some time ago. Before this time they had been, I believe. very comfortably situated, but the father was ill a long iime, so that after he was buried there was nothing left. The mother went tnto the mill and did sewing on the outside, this, together with insufficient food brought on her illness. I suppose it has been a hard struggle all the way through, to keep Rose in school and she is compelled to go to work, so must give up her dearest desire. " When he had finished, tears stood in the kind hearted teacher's eyes. "Oh," she cried, "don't you suppose we could help her in some way?" I can not bear to let her go without some assistance." Mr. Atkins studied for a while, "NVell," he said slowly, "I will see what can be done." When Rose left Miss Reed, she walked slowly home with a very sad heart. "Oh,', she thought, "if I could only finish up these two months, I could take the teaeher's examination and perhaps get a position. But what's the use of grieving over it? If mother sees that I have been crying, it will only make her worse." So when she went to her mother's bed-side there was a faint attempt at a smile on her lips. "VVhere have you been so long?" asked Mrs. Colbert fretfully. "Only over to the school a moment, mother." replied Rose. "I went over to tell M r. Atkins that I could not attend school any longer." "Not go to school any longer! why that will never do," exclaimed the mother. 6'But mother there is no more money, and we owe a large doctor bill now, I am going over to the mill tomorrow to see if I can get your place. U "Oh! I can not bear to see my little girl give up nowg you know what nice plans we had always made for you to teach, and I will soon be better now." Rose did not answer for she knew very well that her mother would never be nmch better, and that no matter how much she was opposed there was only one thing to be done. Early the next morning she went to the mill, inquired for the manager and found him in his inner office. "I am Rose Colbert," she said timidly, after he had shown her a ehair,"You will remember that my mother has been employed here for some time, but she is ill now." "Hem, Colbert, Colbertg yes, to be sure I remember Mrs. Colbert. So you are her daughter? I have heard her speak of you. You are to grad- uate this year I believe?" "I thought so until recently," answered Rose, "but I find I must give it up. I have come today to see if you have a place for me here." "Why I heard that you were very anxious to get an education." "Oh, indeed I do want an education, but mother is ill and the doctor says she will never be much better, so I must get some money, that she may have what she needs."

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.xl ,az at 12g.-y1prws'wr5yvfTg?vagZ1wy'5Eg31gg-f1-ag1-Qg,i5,3-,W .V. fully out. He came to where we girls were trying to collect ourselves, and senses too, and, with tears rolling down his whitened cheeks, asked in a choked voice if we were all right. On discovering that nothing seriously ailed us, we all got out as best we could, and went around to view the front end of the machines. T wo men were the only occupants of the other car, and as soon as they could, they came running up to us apologizing and doing all in their power to comfort ns. But the thought of the thing-we were miles and miles from home with a broken down machine. We were desperate, it was getting later in the morning, and that night was our graduating night and we had no way to get home! I tell you it was no pleasant experience. We had to get home some way, but how, no one knew. It nearly broke our hearts to look at the cars, as they stood there in the road, the front part of one buried into the other. Somehow, the time seemed to slip away, and by the sun, we could tell it was nearly noon, but we had not as yet thought of a means to get home. One farm house was in sight, but the driver on going up to it to inquire for a horse and wagon, found the farm deserted. Something had to be done, and done quickly, too. And let me tell you what We did. One of the men noticed two old row boats down on the river banks, pulled way up on the shore. Of course you know the idea that struck us, for the river ran through our home town. It was not long until the men had "launched" the boats. But we had not thought of oars until now, and there were none. Anyway, we had to get along somehow, so we found old branches of trees that we hoped would help us some what, as the river was shallow. We all managed to get in, and find places to sit. The men pushed off from shore and we moved slowly down the current, that was one thing in our favor. We were traveling down stream. Then the thought struck us which strange to say had not come to our minds before, what did the people at home think? What did they think ,4 .3 3 .st,,j,,,.A, Q. , had become of us? They probably were out looking, but they would never think of coming here. A Our ride was uneventful. VVe sat mournfully and thought of the ac- cident of the two machines we had deserted. The hours wore on, and we were more frightened and more hungry every minute. About half past five we began to recognize the surroundings, and knew that at least, we were nearing home. To add to our discomfort, the boat in which I was, struck a snag, and stuck, stalk still. Nothing worse could have happened. The agony and suspense was now maddening. The sun was fast sinking in the west, and there we were stuck in the middle of the river. After about fifteen minutes hard tugging by the other boat we gradually moved off. We now decided that the best thing to do would be to land, and walk the rest of the Way home. Having landed, we went through woods and crossed small streams until we came to the pike. What were the home folks thinking, we wondered. I knew mother must be frantic. Well, to make a long story short, we reached town fifteen minutes after seven. We separated and hurried to our homes, the two men going with Catherine to see her father about the machine accident. VVhen I reached home, you can imagine what I had to go through. Tears flowed and ques- tions had to be answered but there was no time to be lost for it already was half past seven and I was supposed to be at the hall at that time. VVith everybody helping me, I rushed into my clothes, donned my cap and gown, and departed for the hall with a wildly beating heart. Then everything grew hazy and dim, and I could hear voices calling my name loudly. Some one was shaking me gently by the shoulder, and it was then that I realized my wild experience had all been a dream and that mother was patiently entreating me to arise and remember the great im- portance of the day. I arose with a load lifted from my heart, happy at the bright prospects of the day before me, and the thought that my wild experience was not true. ' ELIZABETH BUYER, '11. XX X ! VI f " GXYID " C9 f f ie.



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,,-4-.,,,. W. i . . , "Um, um, I see," said the manager, "Too bad indeed, so you think you want to start in the mill?" "Yes, sir. " "I am very sorry but I haven't a place just now, but you come in,- let's see, this is Thursday,-well you come in next Thurday and I think by that time I will have a place for you." "Ol thank you so much, I was afraid you wouldn't want me without any experience," said Rose shyly. "Never mind that," he said kindly. "Tell your mother I hope she will soon be better." This time Rose went home somewhat lighter hearted, for she would at least have some money. Somehow the week passed very slowly. She had word from the school from time to time, but her friends were all too busy with graduation to notice her much, and it seemed as if she had never been so utterly alone before. Then the management of the house was a new and trying experience. What a relief it was after her mother was asleep in the evenings, to steal away to her little room, and spend an hour with her books. If any one had asked her why she studied she could not have told, it seemed to come almost as second nature to her. Thursday morning she awoke early, prepared breakfast, dressed her mother, did all her work, then started out for the mill. How she dreaded starting among all those strangers! Having reached the mill she was taken to the same little office. Here the manager greeted her with, "Good morn- ing, Miss Colbert, so you are here to go to work, are you? Well just Wait a moment until I finish these letters and I will talk to youf' It seemed to Rose that he sat there for hoursg finally he turned around toward her, and started to beat a noisy tattoo on the desk. Suddenly he said, "How would you like to go back to school instead of coming here?" Rose jumped at the suddenness of the question, then said, "Indeed I should love to go back if it were possible, but it isn't." "VVell you see it's just this way,', he said. "I was talking to your superintendent the other day, and he thought it was a shame that you must stop, for he said you would make a splendid teacher. Then you see-well my own little daughter will graduate in a year or so, and I'd hate to think that such a little thing as two months wages would stand in her way. So if you will go back, I will continue your mother's wages for two months, then you can come here during the summer, and this fall take the teachers' examina- tion and get your position." Rose stared, was she dreaming? "Do you mean that you will give us the wages and not receive the work?" she asked. I If raffle 1. 1 . "Why little girl I will never miss that small amount and I think I can realize what it means for you. Will you accept the offer?" "Will I accept the offer?" she cried, her eyes shining, "indeed I will, but how can I ever thank you enough?,' " By studying hard," he replied smiling. "Now run along and have your good time while you can." Rose went to school as though she were in a dream. But, oh, how good it was to be back. She was soon very busy with her part in the graduation exercises, perfectly happy, And when several days before commencement she received a little chain bearing a card which said, "To my little friend who has studied hard," she was supremely happy. She felt as if her summer in the mill would be a pleasure instead of the task she had dreaded, and at the end was the longed for position which would make her mother happy and contented. BONEITA DEMING. '11 l,i.iil-1 Perhaps-- -Sometime. Miss McKinney will quit snapping her fingers. Mr. Bailey will smile. Mr. Musselman will be missing. There will be no tests. "Dinky', Danford will grow. Bateman will fatten up. Martha Gano will learn to sing. Perkins Roe will divide his affections. Harold Bull will quit smoking. Piper will not criticise. Levering will be more modest. Dankworth will find his ideal girl. Mrs. Kiefer will joke. "Goldie" Emmert will have more courage. Campbell won't wear loud socks. Miss Patterson won't look wise. Miss Upton won't quit growing. "Chuck" Hicks will get enought to eat. There will be no conflicts. The Senior class will get enough sleep. Earl Von Bargen will keep his hair cut. Mr. Garwood will keep still. Geo. Flesh will stop talking.

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