Remington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Remington, IN)

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44 The Mirror nmestin brienre epartment 'l'he Domestic Science Department occupies a large room on the east sicle of the basement of the school huilwling. The desks are arranged so as to form three sirles ul' a quadrangle and each is supplied with all the necessary utensils used in any kinfl of cooking. 'lihey will aceonnnorlate fifteen girls. 'lihe first part of the term was spent in canning' various fruits and vegetables anrl making jellies, while later on we learned to make pies, cookies, cakes. lwreafls, ice cream, doughnuts and puilclings. The faculty is always willing to help us by tasting the tinished products and even eating them-if they cannot lie clisposerl of in any other way. The manual training boys have even heen known to assist along' this line. 'l'he last, and perhaps the most en-ioyahle part of the Course is that on serving. The girls take turns acting as hostess anfl inaifls, with various favored members of the faculty as their guests. The junior Domestic Science class has been successful in conclucting one market exclusively by theniselyes and later with the aifl of the Freshman class. The funrls of these markets will be useil to buy some useful article for the Domestic Science room. Already a number of pieces of china and silver, as well as an ice cream freezer have been purchased in this way. 1 WRIARY ll.-XRRIS, '21. i i' i.i ': 'i:iv!lZVllll

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The Mirror 43 llf' I l l' ' l' l l lid thought troubled hiin. .Xfter all was it he that 'lessie loved, if she did love? XYas it not another Leo in whose person he had masqueraded who had won his affections? The thought of a rival worried him. lf the other fellow won out he would go back to loneliness, back to his life of drudgery-to what he had been pleased to call fame and fortune. Oh, no, he would not. He could not stand it. lf .lessie loved this other man, then it was back to the old home city for hini'back to his little two-by-four job, with nothing, but hard work and little pay to look forward to. There was only one thing' to do-confess to ,lessie and leave his fate in her hands. hlessie listened calmly while he poured out his tale like a repentant school boy. He was almost on his knees to her. I have known it all along, she smiled. I was blufiing too. My name isn't Jessie, and I never heard of Leo Colbert until you told me your name over the telephone. XYishrig'ht does not exist, and those people I asked you about and you knew so much about never lived, so far as I know. I was homesick and lonely, too, that night, so I was ready to listen to any voice that had a friendly note in it. It was all in a life-time, I thought, so I let you come. I was terribly afraid at first, but now I know it was all for the best. And-there isn't a Leo Colbert that you love F he asked, hardly able to control himself. - Uh-yes,-there is, she smiled into his face. I-am in his arms now. -TIl,I.IE REED, 'Zl. GEMS FROM EXAMINATION PAPERS One of the characteristics of American poetry was general tendencies. The forum at Rome consisted of little suares of glass stuck into cement. Crassus paid for L'aesar's political cahmpagne. Cerberus was a food substanee eaten by the tiods. ll lll l 4 lll.llHlliiil'ili,il ll lll ll ll

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p The Mirror 45 Ibis use lahp As Mr. Humboldt, general manager of Humboldt X Guilds, sat at his desk one evening near closing time, he suddenly became aware of a feminine hgure standing beside him. Looking up, his eyes met those of a rather tall. slender lady. Good evening, said Mr. Humboldt, is there anything I can do for you? Yes, sir, she responded, l have here a letter for you. Mr. Humboldt took the letter and read itg and in a few seconds said, Ahf I see. You are the lady sent by Miss Hoppe to relieve me during my vacation. I am glad, indeed, that you came, for I intend to leave tonight. Now, let's see, he said slowly, taking out his watch. l believe since it's getting late that we will say nothing about the books this evening. Come in the morning at eight, and Mr. Harden, the assistant manager, who is ex- pecting Miss Hoppe, will direct your work forlyouf' Thank you, she replied, and left the office. The following morning upon arriving at the office and finding no one there, she seated herself at the desk and began glancing over some books. Bob Harden was late that morning. As he hurried along the corrider to the cloak room, he noticed the door of the office was opened, but he thought nothing of it and hurried back. On coming to the door he stopped, for there at the desk was an attractive, trimly dressed figure in a blue serge suit, dainty white collar and cuffs. Oh! the new stenographerf' thought Bob. as he backed away from the door a short distance. Had the lady at the desk glanced around at that moment she might have seen a handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed young man hastily smoothing his hair and straightening his tie. The business of pulling himself together being over, Bob entered the room. Good morning, he stammered, l suppose you're the new stenog- I'3lHl'1CI'.H For the present, she replied. looking into his face and smiling. All Bob saw was a pair of large brown eyes, that had the power of mak- ing him blush. He shifted uneasily to his desk and opening it, ejaculated to himself, XYhew! Didn't suppose she'd be that good looking. XYhen he became sufficiently composed, he turned to her and asked, Is there any help I can give you? Thank you, none at present, she smilingly said, but may I feel free to ask you any questions if I think it necessary? Never hesitate, he said, in doing so. Things went along nicely that day without much conversation between