Saginaw High School - Aurora Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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GREVILLE’S INITIATION. “Betty, dear, I know there is some joke hidden beneath this note, I am willing to risk my life on it, I am positive there must be something in it.” “Well it sounds just like Jack, perfectly natural, only that he wants me to meet his friend, and he generally wants me to know as few boys, besides himself, as possible.” Betty laughed impatiently and continued, “I wish people would understand oui attitude, I’m not in love with Jack although he has proposed as many times as I have fingers, but I like him very well; you understand, don’t you Margy?” “I understand, that the fair Betty does not quite under- stand her own mind, at present,” Margy replied. She looked admiringly at her friend whose beauty she knew did not detract at all from her good sense. Curled in a heap on the floor the two girls reread the letter. “I want to have you meet a friend of mine, a fine fellow, only very much embarrassed in the company of ladies. But I know that you will readily put him at his ease. He is a member of our Fraternity, or rather soon will be, as he is just about to be initiated into Zeta Upsilon. His name is Henry Greville. When may I bring him down? Hastily, Jack.” Margy expressed her opinion, that he would not be drag- ging an Initiate around without some scheme in the air. “I will write him ro come down to the Hop Betty said: and took from her desk a sheet of note paper, bearing the monogram of her Sorority. 23

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Beneath our social ban. So let this be a warning Advice to great and small: “Don’t show your curious nature When you’re making a business call.” The hissing sound ceased for a moment, But still I determined to wait; Then from that fearful cauldron I heard my own sad fate. “Your life will be long and eventful,, And oft will your heart-strings be wrung; You will live through one hundred long summers— Only whom the gods love die young.” Then the rumbling died down into silence, And in haste I withdrew from the spot; With my mind all confused and distracted, I withdrew to my own little cot. Grace M. Feahk. 22

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 I he night of the Hop we can keep them busy and so out of mischief. Hut this did not quiet Margy’s suspicions. Bettina hairlcigh besides being the best student in school, was very popular among the students and her outside friends, among whom Jack Grant had long been her favorite and ready companion. She knew that their friends expected them to become engaged sometime, but never thought any more seriously of it. So she looked forward with joy mingled with a touch of suspicion, to the day when she would see him again. I he evening appointed for the party finally arrived. Hetty lingered a little longer than usual, over the finishing touches to her appearance. Coupled with a desire to see her old friend, was a little womanly curiousity about his chum. Both she and .Margy expected to meet a dapper young fellow, such as Jack would be apt to select as a companion. They dis- trusted the description in the letter. Hut when they entered the spacious parlor of their boarding hall. Jack did present a stalwart, conscious young man. of large stature, who ap- peared not at all smitten by the girls charms. His great height and large proportions, served to emphasize the ease and elegance of the too confident Jack. As soon as the formal introductions were over, they hurried off to the gymnasium, the scene of the party. Here they encountered a lively scene. The ceilings and walls were hung with gayly colored hunting, and not a few of the girls had robbed their rooms for floor decorations. 1 he girls introduced their friends and the President of their class, to the boys, and then the four seated themselves in a cosy nook, arranged for that purpose. They spoke much of their societies, and Margy expressed her scorn for the men's fraternities. I hey make such idiots of themselves, over initiations.” she remarked. Jack talked on. in his easy way: Betty replied charmingly; Margy was always witty, but Mr. Greville had remained stubbornly silent until now. 24