Salina High School - Trail Yearbook (Salina, KS)

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Tim Jefferson From Arkansas “Say, kids, which one of you is goingto the party with that fel- low that’s, visiting Joe Goodwin?” exclaimed Jennie Phillips, rush- ing into the room where her friends had assembled to arrange for the “big feed”. “ I just saw him. He’s a peach; Tim Jefferson from Arkansas”. “When did you see him, Jennie?” asked one. “Just now. There he goes. Took!” They rushed to the window to see “the peach”, but at sight of him.thay threw up their hands and shrieked with laughter, all but one, Jane Howard was busy and had not gone to the window; she hid seen the stranger before. When the girls turned, laughing from the window, they saw her serious face. “Well if you had seen — “What’s the matter, Jane?” “Didn’tyou seethe human won- der?” they all ask together. “I saw that gentleman who just passed yesterday but I don’t think it’s anything to laugh at. He’s Joe’scousin, and I think there’s not very many here that would laugh at Joe. He never had the chance that some of you have had, and since lie’s here, it’s up to us to show him a good time, for Joe’s sake, if not for his own.” “Let her talk,” whispered one of the girls, “It’s her way”. “Til bet she has him for the party; that i-i what ' s the matter.” said another. “I have, ’’said Jane quietly, and Tm glad.” The girls looked at each other in open-eyed wonder, but no one ever made comments when Jane assumed that tone of voice. Jane was Joe‘s favorite as she was every other boy ' s in town, and for once no one envied her. Tim Jeffeason was a tall, lean, lank Arkansan, who had never been out of the boundaries of his country until now. His hair was as red as the end of King Henry ' s nose;his face put one in mind of a dominac rooster; and his plaid necktie ar.d his knock-kneed trous- ers suggested at once the backwoodsman. It took no little persuasion on Joe ' s part to convince his cous- in that he ought to go to the party. He was bashful; if he went he ' vould have to take a girl. Joe of course would not go without him, Page twenty-seven.

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warn Our Rose A flower blows, a sweet, red rose And smiles upon the morning; In jeweled dream, the dewdrops gleam. Nor heed sweet Robin’s warning. The soft incense, fragrant and dense, Hangs o’er the bended flower. The breezes wake, the pearled drops shake A fairy tinted shower. The golden heart of suns apart; The petals softly glowing; Tis just a rose, a sweet, red rose In your own garden growing. Page twenty-six

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and Joe had“a date.” Finally after Joe promised toget“his date” and to take him to the girl’s house, he consented to go. But poor Tim! It was a good thing it was the day of the party and he could not get away, or I ' m afraid he would have beat it back to Arkansas. Tim had but one suit of clothes and this he had bought three years ago to go to the county fair. He had grown some since then and consequently in his own language the suit looked as if it was pulled too soon. His trouser legs lacked two inches of com- ing to the tops of his shoes, and they fitted so tightly that his legs looked as bowed as pump handles. His coat sleeves came a little below his elbows, but were about three inches longer than his coat tail. When in evening array, he put one in mind of a dressed clothes-line. At last it was time to start. Joe took him to the gate of Jane’s house, saying, “just go up and ask for Miss Howard.” “You go in and get her. I’ll wait out here,” begged Tim los- ing his nerve. “I just won’t go in there.” All right,” said Joe laughing. He went up to the door and rang the door bell. Jane had got ready early so that she might save Tim all the un- necessary embarrassment of waiting in the parlor. When Joe rang the bell, she opened tlie door. “Hello, Joe, Where is your cousin?’ ’ she asked looking about. “Ohlbut he’s bash- ful; he wouldn’t come in, but made me come and get you”, said Joe. “ You‘11 have the time of your life, but I want to thank you right now for coming with him . They found Tim where he had been left, and aftei the introduction Joe left them to their own resources. J itn always was reserved but now it was up to him to blow off a little. He tried to think of something to say, but all that would come was: “My Golly, what shall I say?” Fortuently Jane had the tact of most girls and came to the rescue by asking him all sorts of questions about his home and the country in which he lived. But finally conversation lagged. After at least twenty one-sided remarks Jane was about to yive up in despair when Tim suddenly took courage. “Do you think it will rain? he asked. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. “No not to night, it would be more liable to snow,” said Jane Page twenty eight