Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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HI I RQ Qu Qssemhlp iliumanne OR THE EPISODE OF THE PLAYFUL HEROINE Yes, hard as it was to believe, she had smiled at him and condescended to send a note, a little hard missive composed of a half-sheet of theme paper and a few eagerly-read words. His eyes sparkled with the joy of the thoughtg his hand trembled as he quickly folded the letter which was to be hers. The Empress of the Assembly was, at that moment, making her triumphal entry into the row of seats of which his was the last. He seized his Caesar and began to read that Gaul was divided into three parts. However, Gaul did not interest him, and he cared little at that time whether it was divided into three or a million parts. His pretence, however, completely de- ceived the watchful Empress, and she passed on, sweeping majestieally into the next aisle. As soon as her devious course brought her to the other side of the assembly, a paper missile sped across the desks, landing safely at its destination. It was read by the girl. Eagerly? We are not permitted to say. Yet it was read, and that was a satisfaction to him. Her every movement was diligently ob- served, every expression that her face wore, pleased or amused, was carefully noticed. It seemed hours while she bent over her desk, shielding her occupation with her arm, hours while she Carefully and fastidiously folded the note, and hours more before it pleased her fancy to send it to him. As she threw it, he thought he noticed a peculiar little twist of her lips, a roguish expression which passed over her face for just an instant. Perhaps he had only imagined it. He reached out to catch the note, but it passed at least two feet beyond his grasp and far out on the floor, landing at a hopelessly impossible distance. lust at that moment the awful Empress bent her eagle gaze upon himg so he diligently perused his algebra upside-down. Soon, however, he cast furtive glances over the top of his algebra in order to ascertain whether her majesty were at that time glancing his way. Her eyes must have been drawn as if by a magnet to him, for never did she permit her gaze to wander far astray from that section of the room in which he was seated. Finally he became exasperated. Necess- ity is the mother of invention and this case was no exception. He gently but firmly assisted a round pencil to roll from his desk and out into the vicinity of the coveted note. By some perverse whim of fate that miserable pencil made a wide circle around the note and stopped more than a yard from it. Though he felt like abandoning it to its fate he decided to make another try. Fate is indeed a heartless creature, for just then Her Majesty the Empress swept up, grasped the note and de- posited it in the waste-basket. Suddenlv he discovered that he had a great deal of useless scrap-paper on his desk, and he timidly ventured with it toward the basket. As the note was the only paper in the basket, it was easily procured and carried triumphantly back to his desk. With an expectant and palpitating heart he began to open it. Glancing over toward its sender, he observed that she was smiling sweetly at him. Reassured, he spread it out on his desk and prepared to read it. Happiness and eagerness betrayed themselves in his every gesture. He stared at the crumpled sheet. Where was the writing? Where was the precious little message he had awaited? He turned it over and over, obviously confused. Then he awoke to the terrible reality that the note was blankl ' TRAXVIEIES HiXNI3, '23. -Q 9 1 shrug, I' ax. , , 5-... . ,X .Q -. .-x. . -A :.. '-ftgy'-f, 'i1:L'5.' , 1 uijflg-Ln' .Gi - -A-,ggglri ,i 315-fi-.5C.:.x . : z.. it -. , -.ia , , - -.Agv-' !,, Q 1, . ., If A