San Diego State University - Del Sudoeste Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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10 WHITE AND GOLD and Lucy and me-to give Sherlock Holmes a surprise party on Valen- tinets evening, not for any special reason except that she was nice and we liked her. It was loads of fun planning it; we were going to make fudge and salad and cake and clubhouse sandwiches and order icecream; and Gladys made some smart,heart-shaped menu cards in scarlet and green and black. It was to be immense and the landlady where Miss Holmes lived had promised to help us. Just the day before Valentines day, a dreadful thing happened to us all, but to Terry in especial, that came near to wrecking our plans. Terry had lost her geometry problems that shed worked out and had had all ready to hand in. She told Miss Blair about it and thought, of course, that shed let her off. Miss Mountjoy wouldlve. But, mind you, Miss Blair made her work them all over again and hand them in before noon. We thought it was outaand-out mean. Well, that same day the algebra class had got back some exam papers and most of tern had flunked, and they were holding an indignation meeting on the front porch after school that afternoon. Well, Terry,s fur hadnlt sub- sided yet-and you know how misery loves companyeso we joined the crowd and had a regular pow-wow then and there about Miss Blair; how unfair she was, though we knew all along that she wasnlt. The more we talked, the louder we talked and the worse it got-you know how it is-and the more personal things we said. Terry was flushed and ex- cited and those dinky little freshmen were listening to her as if she were an anarchist and they the impressionable populace; she was just saying, HWe11,if I couldnt be pretty or wear nice clothes, AT LEAST Ild try to be half-way decent, sols to even up things. But to be ugly and unstylish AND a bear-!, l and just then Miss Blair and Sherlock Holmes came out of the door suddenly, Miss Blair blushing and not looking at us, and dear old Miss Holmes haughty and staring at us coldly as if we were some- thing new in bacteria. She looked at us five girls one by one, as they passed, without a scrap of recoKr ition. And we knew theyld heard. The freshmen dissolved; ey smelled sulphur in Terryls eye. She couldn't say a thing for a mi .te, but stared after Miss Blair and Sher- lock as if shetcl run after them Then she looked at all of useand I guess we were as near tombstones as anything else for cheerfulness-and her eyes began to fill and her chin to tremble. Poor old Terry. She doesn't cry at little things, either. It WAS a horrid business. I don,t know which was the worst to see, Miss Blair blushing and conscious for the first time, Miss Holmes haughty and cold for the first time, or our poor old Terry staring after them and back at us, with the tears of shame run- ning down her cheeks. The first question that came up was, how should we square ourselves

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WHITE AND GOLD 9 but regular specseand never wore nice, pretty, fussy things, only plain shirtwaists and dark skirts and a black watch-cord-which helped, I slpose, to make us dislike her. I guess its true that first impressions count the most; I know our first impression of Miss Blair wasnlt pleasant. She was awflly strict and cold that lirst day, didnlt smile a bit or appear interested in us. She was terribly hard to get along with in class, wouldnlt smile at us in the hall, or anything like that, and never came to the dances and receptions and things up at school. So we never saw her except in class and she didnlt TRY to be nice, even. I guess none of us liked Miss Blair. I know we discussed her a lot and tried to figure out why she should be so disagreeable.' Terry always had some grievance or other-Ilve forgotten just what they were; well, for one thing, Terryls a wiz in geometry, you know, and Miss Mountjoy had always sort of noticed her. But Miss Blair didnlt seem to notice or care. Well, as I was saying, we talked about her a lot and I guess she knew it. Its awfully hard not to be friends with your teachers-it pays so well. No, I didnlt mean just that, either. But you know how it is; if they know you and you know them them a little, why, its so easy, they,re so much more understandable and understanding. School- teachers are the nicest people going when they ARE nice-look at Mr. Curtis, nowl-and when they arent nice, they,re the limit. And here,s where Miss Holmes comes in. From the minute Miss Blair arrived, she and Miss Holmes were friends. That alone kept me guessing. Miss Holmes-we call her Sherlock, shels so keen about finding out whether you,re blufflng; and oh, she isnlt mean about it, either!-we11, Miss Holmes is the zoology teacher and she's just splendid! Everyone likes Sherlock-even the stupidest; if youlre stupid she isnlt horrid a bit, but really helps you, and if you do shine, even the faintest glimmer, she notices it and treats it with the respect she would a real searchlight. Then during exams, she doesnt stay in the room and tiptoe around and nail you with her eye to see if you're cheating; she often leaves the room for the whole period and no one dreams of cheating, no matter how little they know-itld be like betraying a trust. She didn't manage it either, by lectures on our sense of honor; she just did it, and relied on our common sense. Shels all right. You never hear anyone say a word against Sherlock-even when theylve flunked; they know shels square and that they deserved it. Shels pretty, too; tall, with big dark eyes and Huffy hair and the sweetest, kindest, most humorous smile. She isnlt young; her hair's quite gray. Imagine the diiference between her and Miss Blair-yes, it was funny, but they were awflly good friends. Weld been planningwus hve girls, Terry and Gladys and Corinne

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WHITE AND GOLD 11 with Miss Blair; for, of course, you see, it was a tribe-alfairewe wouldnt have dreamed of shoving the whole responsibility onto poor Terry. And next, how could we ever approach Sherlock about it. And there was the surprise -party. Weld all saved all our spending money for the last month and we couldn,t bear to have it fall through-and the menu-cards were all made and the Neapolitan ice-cream ordered! Finally we decided to risk it; to have the surprise and a big comfortable lfess-up all together with Miss Holmes, and rely on her to help us out in regard to Miss Blair. We tried to comfort Terry and recover the nice spirit of anticipation; but somehow even St. Valentine seemed stony-hearted. The next day everything was the same as usual; Miss Blair was just the same as ever, cold and distant, not a whit changed; we didnt go near Miss Holmes, and I guess Terry would have walked five miles tolve avoided going to zoology lecture. None of us felt in a. specially festive mood, even toward the end of the day, and to cap the climax, Lucy's mother sent a message saying that Lucy couldnlt come to the party; she had a sick headache. Imagine how we felt. We were positively weak-kneed; I dont believe anyone ever realized what safety there is in? numbers. Then of course Terry had to have an attack of cold feet, and it took an hour or so to coax and bully her into seeing reason. It was only when she was reminded that the N eapolitan cream was ordered and would be eaten by the landlady at our expense, that she sat up and took notice. So we went, finally. When we actually got to the upper hall and were preparing for the onslaught, I began to feel silly and weak and giggly, and if Terry hadn't had another panic I'd have had hysterics then and there probably. But it took me and Gladys and Corinne to talk her into a suitable frame of mind; and even then she objected so persistently that Corinne took one arm and Gladys the other and I pushed behind, down the hall like a streak to Sherlockls room. Before she had a chance to run, Corinne knocked at the door and opened it and in we marched. May- be you think we weren't surprised. The light wasnlt on, but there was a dandy fire in the fireplace, and a row of apples roasting on the grate, and there, sitting cross-legged on the floor like two girls, with the chaling-dish lamp and a box of marsh- mallows between them, were Miss Holmes and Miss Blair! Talk about your surprise parties! Of all the idiotic, painful, impossible, unheard- of situations, that was the worst. We were all-we girlseutterly speechless, and I felt Terry begin to jerk away, as if sheld bolt, so I cleared my throat. But dear old Sherlock saved my life by beginning, HWhy, girls! Terry, Corinne,Gladys and Leslie! wherels Lucy? Isn't this jolly! Wait till I lick the marshmallow off this hat pin and well have