Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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H. C. Henderson Affriculture Hilda Ho we Domestic Science Kathryn Kessler Latin J. R. Mitchell Manuel Training Algebra Veva Paul Art C. H. Phillips Science Mathematics Esther Small Botany Lenokh Swails English Physiology WiLHELMINA VEHSLAGE History Hazel Whisenand English Spanish

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m ' )L m him HEliEN LINKE, ' 21. UNT BETSY was a typical old negro mammy, although in her veins ran the blood of three races; the red, the white and the black. Doubtless this racial mixture accounted for her shrewdness and sense of humor, characteristics usually lacking in the dull, stupid negro of pure African descent. She retained, however, and in great abundance, many traits that infallibly appear in the true southern darkey, fore- most among which was her love of pomp and show. On this particular morning in June, Aunt Betsy was down at the big house doin ' up the clothes. Mrs. Landon, her mistress, (always called Miss Jane by Aunt Betsy) was reading on the front porch. A large black negro seated upon a lean gray horse rode up to the mounting block, dismounted, threw the reins over the drooping head of his steed, and made his way to the back door. Very soon after his disappearance around the corner of the house, Mrs. Landon heard Aunt Betsy break off in the middle of the fifth stanza of Old Time Religion and join in conversation with him. He reappeared in a few minutes and mounting his horse, rode away. Mrs. Landon, watching him as he rounded a curve, was startled by Aunt Betsy exclaiming, from the doorway, Law! Miss Jane, honey, don ' he look han ' some; an ' ain ' t he got on the most elegant clothes? Evidently Aunt Betsy had been impressed by the red flannel shirt and black and white striped trousers of her caller. With great difficulty Miss Jane refrained from laughing as Aunt Betsy continued, Yas, Miss Jane, an ' he ' s rich, too, ' deed he am. He ' s got a boss an ' buggy. Again Mrs. Landon managed to cheek a smile. Is he any relation to you, Aunt Betsy? she inquired, wondering why he had made such an early morning call Oh jio! not yet, honey, not yet, she replied, rolling her eyes upward and grinning broadly. But that ain ' t sayin ' he wouldn ' t like to be; ' cause that ' s perzactly what he ' s aftah. He wants to marry my gal Ploribel an ' he ain ' t the man ah thought she was agoin ' to marry eitha. That doesn ' t make anj ' difference, does it, Aunty? her mistress asked, hoping that she would tell the response she had made to the seeker of her daughter ' s hand.