Remington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Remington, IN)

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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

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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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The Mirror 47 Qutohingrapbp uf the Qbftire lt is customary if not interesting, to start a composition with a descrip- tion of some sort-this will be one of myself. XX'hat should be of interest to the ladies is that I have just acquired a new mapg unlike most physiognomies, it is located, more or less permanently, half way up my east side, rather than at the upper terminal of myself. Among other things, l contain a desk- always more or less cluttered up with papers, books, articles of amusements, and perishables lpie for exampleb, a couple of chairs for the uplift of a Span- ish class, a typewriter ltwo in fact. at present sittingl, a table which is the despair of my existence. l really don't possess a green carpet but so far as some people are concerned, I might as well. Speaking of green carpets, I am reminded of one of the chief advantages of being inanimate: I get the straight ofa number of conferencesfcannings. - My office hours haven't always closed at four-or even six o'clock. Nights before the -luniors gave their Carnival in 1919, I was filled with horns, rubber balls, caps, etc., and the afore-mentioned class labored most strenu- ously to prepare everything for the event. And then that night I was made into a police court, and some very solemn cases were tried within my walls. I remember one in particular a certain gentleman was prosecuted by one of the gypsies for taking from her tent a very important crystal. :Xfter the affair was over tit must have been Sunday morningl, they brought the money to my desk and counted the heavy sums turned in from the several attrac- tions. 'lihe thing had been a success: and it meant that there would be a real reception-and there was-ask any of the Seniors of 'lil or 120. 4 A general examination of all pupils has begun the last of 1919. I was headquarters for the physical part of it. .Xll those poor little first and second graders had to come upstairs and were kindly forced into me although they were sure their tonsils and most of their teeth were to be extracted at once. The faculty haven't passed on the final mental reports, but I suppose thert is little doubt of their ultimatum. ilJORlS HICKS, '20 3 14 J! I-. D. B.-XYhen did XYilliam the conqueror come to lingland Edna B.- I don't know. L. D. B.- But floesn't it say in your hook, 'XX'illiam the Conqueror. 1066'? Edna-4'Yes, but I thought that was his telephone number. l