Remington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Remington, IN)

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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

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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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46 The Mirror l'lllli l l ll I ll ll l ll 'ill 1iilW'lllllll'llllllllllllllllllllVllilllllitilllllllllllllllllllllllllllll1lllllll llll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the two. Nevertheless Bob's eyes had a peculiar tendency of wandering in her direction. ' Next morning, on coming into the office, Bob noticed a large red rose on the desk. How fitting thought he, and after that he always spoke of her as My Rose Lady. The friendship between the two increased and at evening they would always leave the office together and often would dine together. Une night when Bob left her at the door of her rooming house she said to him, XYell, Mr. Harden, this time to-morrow night l'll be on my way home. You know my two weeks are up and Mr. Humboldt returns to-morrow. That's so, isn't it? he gasped, and had it been light enough to see him, she might have noticed how the smile vanished from his face. That night Bob couldn't sleep: he took their friendship: looked at it one way, and viewed it from another. Toward morning he came to the con- clusion that he really loved her and resolved to ask her the question as soon as he could arrive at the office. Bob took more pains than ever with his dressing that morning, but as is always the way, had an awfully hard time of it. First he could not iind but one clean collar, as his laundry had been sent away. This was a soft one and was rather worn out. That won't do, he growled, as he beat it across the hall to one of his friend's room. Fortunately he was fitted out in a fairly good looking collar. The next question was that of a tie. After trying on several, he decided upon one with roses in it for he knew that she liked roses. His hair having been combed, he grabbed his hat and started down the street at a rather good speed. He arrived at the office, a little late it is true, but radiant. XYith all Bob's self-coniidence he found himself getting nervous on coming into her presence, and so the question remained unasked that morning. Fif- teen minutes before closing that afternoon Bob left his desk and moving to- ward her exclaimed with out-stretched arms: My Rose Lady- Rose, she exclaimed with pleased astonishment. 1 never heard you call me that before. How queer. My husband always calls me that. Husband, exclaimed Bob sinking into a chair. XX'hy yes, she answered him smilingly, he's been in France six months, but l received a letter today saying he's arrived in New York. I'm so anxious to get home, I can scarcely, wait till evening. ' XVell, it's time to close now, snapped Bob, so l'm going. Good night, Mr. Harden, called she, but she received no answer. I wonder what's the matter with Mr. Harden, he never even bid me good-bye, sh-ef thought as she left the building for the last time. -LOLA ELMORE, '21. l ll l l ll lllll llllll llllllllllllllllllllll l I Il llllllllllllll llllllllllllll l Illllllllllllll ll llll