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

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, Y gd A ,, , 7 f ff f DW , I ff,.g,,7 516' fry fl KAL My 1 fi!!! 1, . 1 X fi! 1177 V1W'.M'17W2'1?,kc7Q The Square Account :gg OR half an hour the school ground had been deserted. Mildred slammed -it her arithmetic on the steps, fastened on her skates, rammed her hands in her sweater pockets, and repeating to herself, It isn't fair, it isn't fairf' she started home. I wonder where Mildred is tonight, asked Joyce. Miss Forrester is keeping her after class for whispering, replied Pauline. It makes the third time this week. Of course she'll say, 'it isn't fair.' The exact imitation of Mildred's much abused tone made Joyce laugh, but she stood up for her friend. Mildred is a dear, if she can't keep from whispering. There she comes now. Joyce and Pauline ran to meet their friend who greeted them with, Mft isn't fair, and I'm going to prove to Miss Forrester that it isn't fair. I'm going to keep an account of the times that I am 'called down,' and the times that I should have been. Her companions laughed at her idea, but suggested that she go ahead with it. The next morning Mildred fumbled unsuccessfully through her desk for a pen and whispered to her friend across the aisle, Joycel f'Miss Howard, class has begun, said Miss Forrester. Pauline, three aisles away, compressed a smile, as she watched Mildred open her arithmetic to the tlyleaf and scratch a mark so deeply upon it that she tore it. A blotter, came a voice from behind her. Oh, let me alone, answered Mildred in a piercing whisper. Miss Howard, this is not a recitation period, came the expected retribu- tion from the teacher. Mildred with a resentful look again opened her arithmetic to the flyleaf and made an impression so deeply upon it that she broke her pencil. Maybe it-isn't-fair, thought Mildred to herself, as she closed her book and put it in her desk again. The following morning Mildred earned a mark and opening her book to the opposite page recorded it squarely. She leaned eagerly across the aisle and with a wry little smile tilted the book so that Joyce could see the record. Miss Howard, thundered the teacher, You may see me after class. Mildred sheepishly recorded another 'mark on the Hyleaf, and said to her- self, 'ff guess Miss Forrester is fair. Lois WILSON, ,I4. Twenty-Eight