Salina High School - Trail Yearbook (Salina, KS)

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during the week and had so many friends interested in herphning as Kitty had. Before Jean realized that they had been playing ten min- utes, the official called the first set 6-4 in favor of Jean. Jean had won the first set. No wonder, when running from the one side df the court to the other, she almost stumbled over Jack Lynn who was lying down on the grass near the net. Neither girl wanted to stop and rest and they immediately started playing the second set. Kitty having received advice and assurance from the side lines started playing with a vim. Jean seemed to be losing grip of herself. What was the matter with her arm? Was Kitty winningthis match? Jean used her ground strokes but they didn’t get the ball over the net. The referee called the set, 6-4 in favor of Kitty. A tie! ho would win the last deciding set? To be the champion of Fair- mont! I hat was Jean’s resolve as she went into the third set She served her balls so fast that Kitty could not strike them until too late. After Jean had won four games and Kitty three, Jean tried her new serve. After seiving ' the ball instead of waiting in her place for the return she ran up to the net. This move puzzled Kitty. She looked away from the ball at Jean and failed to return Kitty s serve. 1 he last game of the set was on. Jean was using her various ways of returning with success. Kitty tried to return the ball over Jean’s head but Jean quickly stepped back and struck the ball far out of Kitty’s teach. Love - fifteen,” announced the official. Again Jean ran to the net and struck the ball before it seem- ingly had left Kitty’s racket. ‘ ‘Love - thirty”. Kitty tried an under hand stroke. Jean blocked it sharply across the court. Love - forty ’ ’. Jean Monroe is the winner of the tennis tournament. Game 6 — 4. Jean and Kitty left the courts together, Jean’s arm around Kitty. Jean how did you do it?” Kitty asked. Say Jean, you come to our summer home this summer and we’ll finish this tennis until I’m satisfied. I told mother I was going to ask some girl and it’s going to be you. Won’t you come?” ‘Oh, I’d just love to, ’’answered Jean. That night while Twenty-nine

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As Kittv left the court with her friends she was about as much surprised as a girl of her nature could be to think she was to play Jean Monroe, the bookworm. “Why, girls, who ever heard of such a thing?” she cried. “Two weeks ago I didn ' t even know that Jean knew enough about tennis to handle a racket. When did she ever learn? And did you see some of her strokes? I’ll have to work.’’ “Oh, you can beat her easily enough”, consoled one of the girls; “she’ll get so excitedshe’U drop her racket when she intends to hit the ball”. “Don’t worry, Kitty, Jean’s too much of a grind to play tennis that will even compare with yours. You’ll win all right” remarked another. When Jean reached her room she called out to her roommate. “Mary, am I going to win tomorrow? Well, I just must anyway. Kitty won her match today but 1 heard her say afterward that her arm ached dreadfully, 1 thought out a dandy new way to serve, I’m going to work it out on paper right now. Then I’m just going to show Kittv Kline that I can play tennis as well as translate I, ivy. 1 heard Kitty s friends sa something about a Phi Gam party. 1 under what it is”. Saturday afternoon was an ideal one for playing a tennis thud. 1 he only ditteienee from another spring day was that it had been the longest morning Jean ever remembered. She had been nervous ull morning. At two o’clock in the afternoon she began doing lu r hair. She did her hair five times. She could not sit still; she tore a hole in her best handkerchief. Finally, she went down to the courts mumbling to herself. I’m going to wan. 1 m going to win At last at three o ' clock, the official ap- peared on the ground and the g une was called. At first Jean could not set. the ball; all seemed a blur before her eyes. Hut gradually she became used to her side, forgot about the people in the gallery and placed. She set ved her halls swiftly and surely Kittv seem - et tumble to let mu them ami when it was her turn to serve she wn ext iud and the dilection ot her halls showed it. Jean was using ° u ' etui ns but held back her latest serve. Thes| ec- o s wi ( 1 (.lueitHl both girls. Jean had came into popularity Twenty ci ht

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Jean was sitting in her room thinking over the events of the day. she was called to the phone. When she answered the call, a boy’s voice asked, Say aren’t yon the girl that won the championship this afternoon? Well , I want you to be my guest at the Phi Gam party next week. You will, won’t you? Jean almost too surprised to speak, uttered a faint, Yes.” — Thelma Short JWp Wiit y neighbor’s wife is a suffragette of the Pankhurst tj pe m ■ Band an abominable disposition. It is a common occurrence. when her temper is raging somewhere in the neighbor- hood of 90 degrees centigrade for her to run her husband out of the house, and down the street as long as her strength will permit. She is about five normal feet high and equally broad. Her eyes slant in an easterly direction while her nose is in marked contrast with her other regular features. Upon entering the house the first sight that meets one’s eye is a tangled mass on the floor assuming the shape of two human forms, male and female. It is none other than my neighbor and his wife in physical competition for equal rights. The wife is on top welding a rolling pin like a butcher cutting elephant steak, while the husband is breathing slightly, already weak from the loss of blood. On the wall is a sign which reads, Peace on Earth, Good Will toward Men and Votes for Women”. — Vernon Brown Thirty