Santa Ana High School - Ariel Yearbook (Santa Ana, CA)

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-1 f -f ml ! fwfnfx 6 ,,f ff, ff W M .-, .ff ,,,, 1.1 V ' 'W AXZYX ffl h f' Vg. f f l J .Y Q ff l l 0 , Q11 Behind Time V NE bright June morning Mrs. Smith, who lived in the suburbs of a large city, was going to town. Now, Mrs. Smith was noted among her 4' friends for being behind time. It seemed as if she could never get 4 -593 gpg. h . . . . Q Q anyw ere on tune. But this morning it was worse than ever. While getting breakfast, she burned the pancakes and had to ' make a new batch. This put breakfast behind time and Mr. Smith had to run for his car. She had promised that she would be at his office at II :3o sharp to take dinner with him and an important business friend of his. She tin- ished her morning work without a mishap and got ready to go to the city, planning to take the last morning train, one that would just barely get her there in time. XVhen she reached the depot and asked when the train would be in, the agent said not for a half an hour. She said, VVhy, it's late, isn't it P No, they've changed the time, said the agent. Now Mrs. Smith had forgotten that they were going to change the time of the trains and she looked at her watch in dismay. lt would take the train an hour and a half anyway to get her to the city, and starting at ten thirty, it wouldn't get her there until nearly twelve. VVhat would her husband think? He had wanted her to make a favorable impression on the friend for her husband was trying to put through a big land deal with him. Suddenly came the startling thought that it was her day to entertain the club and she had forgotten about it, and the caterer was to be there to arrange things. She rushed frantically to a telephone and called up her neighbor. Oh, Ethel, she said, l had forgotten that this is my day to entertain the club and l'm going to the city. Will you go over and receive them? l'll be back by three o'clock. You will? Oh, thank you. f Just as she hung up the receiver she heard the train coming. lt was twelve o'clock when she reached l'larry's office. She was hot and tired and she sank into a leather arm-chair. VVhere is Mr. Smith P she asked the stenographer. Mr, Smith waited until a quarter of twelve for you and then he and Mr. 'llrown left. lie left a note for you, said the stenographer. Mrs. Smith picked up the note and read it. It said: HTAURA.-Sorry but we eouldn't wait for you. Come to the Metropolitan Cafe, HARRY. I Laura stuck the note in her pocketbook and hurried to the street. VVhen she reached the Cafe, she couldnt End her husband and after searching about fifteen minutes she hurried back to the office. Twenty-Six

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