Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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.. -.A - Y -.v A ,,: .a., 'Y 74- Y, ,,, . f: - '-s'f- V X5 -P Yarn: 1- ,, -'1 21- , 7 , Q7 A Modern Comedy of Errors CHARACTERS MARGERY-An expert in Slang. G RAN D MA-Still Old-fashioned. MR. JAC KSON-A Young Man. A POLICEMAN. PLACE A railroad station waiting-room. TIME: Present CGrandma and Marge enter the waiting-room. Marge is carry- ing a black suitcase., MARGE: Why did you haul me here so early, Grandma? GRANDMA QA little hard of hearing-slang., Haul what? MARGE: Oh, why did you bring me here so early? GRANDMA It is better to be early than too late. MARGE: Oh, can the proverbs. GRANDMA Can what? MARGE: Oh, nothing. Watch my suitcase while I waltz over and secure a magazine. GRANDMA: Waltz where? fExit Marge., GRANDMA: QA few moments later., I wonder where Margery is? I must go and find her. I guess I had better take her suitcase with me. fExit Grandma with suitcase., fEnter Mr. jackson with a similar black suitcase., MR. JACKSON: I'l1 be glad when I get out of this place. It's full of crooks. They got my umbrella last week. Now what's next? They haven't half enough policemen here. If there were as many policemen as crooks, the whole town would be on the police force. I'll go over and get a cigar, but I had better keep an eye on this suitcase. CHe walks over to the cigar stand. Marge enters and spies the suitcase., MARGE: Well, I'1l be hanged. .Grandma fioated out o' here and left my suitcase. I guess she is out hunting for me. I suppose I'1l have to go and find Grandma now. fExit Marge., CShe takes the black suitcase and leaves. Mr. jackson returns., MR. JACKSON: Yes, it was standing right here. It cou1dn't have evap- I orated. Hardly. You go on the north side of the station and I'll go on the other, and we'll watch for it. Somebody may Q have made a mistake. MR. JACKSON! All right. QBoth exi t on opposite sides. En ter Marge with a black suitcase., MAR GE: I can't find her. I think she has melted off the map. QEnter Mr. jackson., MR. JACKSON : Pardon me, miss, but may I ask what you have in that suitcase? - CAside., Well, of all the nerve! fThen aloud., What business is it of yours? MR. JACKSON: I just left one here a minute ago. Would you mind if I opened it? It looks exactly like mine. POLICEMANZ MARGEZ - 13

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ii- H- 3: Q ir A 4 Y :T 'gf Gffr- .1-R A As she knelt there before it, a light was brought to her eyes. She now understood the power that had drawn her, lonely, hungry, tired, and bleeding, up to the mountain. She now understood her unwilling- ness to love Blackcoat, and she understood what the Great Spirit desired. Soft Wind, without realizing it, had discovered that she was one of those few mortals who are of this world, but not in itg who are nearer to the Great Spirits' angels than to his children, who are worldly and yet of ethereal worldliness. The Great Father had seen that she could not adjust herself to this world and in his supremeness of judgment was recalling her. Ah, she was one glad to come, glad to make the sacrifice! Standing up, she allowed her fatigue to fall from her like a veil, and stretching up her arms to the whitecaps said, Father, I am willing. A garment such as the now torn and soiled doe skin could never be worn with grace in the Great Spirit's lodge and so, without a scruple, Soft Wind stepped from the garment and flung herself into the falls. Her descent was slow. With a smile of great peace and joy, her arms and eyes ever raised to the white caps-a symbol of the Great Spirit- Soft Wind went home. Her body blending with the water grew less and less of Soft Wind and more of the melted diamonds until, finally, the last sound was heard from Soft Wind-a cry of delight this time- but ever the wind rushing through the firs. The dusky pearl was seen no more. She had returned to her Father , the Great Spirit . -Lucile Whittom, '8. My Little Fairy 1--M LY little fairy, fly, fin -Nfl i The golden dawn to greet. - Ope' little fairy, ope', S 15 'M His gates the Sun to meet. Come little fairy, come, Your tiny flowers to kiss. Taste little fairy, taste. Their nectar full of bliss. Bring little fairy, bring, Your wand to mend my strife. Stay little fairy, stay, To help me live my life. -Round Table. 12

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142' efi.5 'fri' fe 'VT G- e f-'x ., .: . -.1 MARGE: I certainly do mind! ' MR. JACKSON: There is a policeman outside. MARGE: QLeaving.l A Policeman? VVhat do you mean? fExit Marge and Mr. jackson., fEntet Grandma with black suitcasej GRANDMA: That girl! I've hunted all over the station for her. When I find her, I am going to keep an eye on her. fEnter Policemanj POLICE MAN: Excuse me, lady, but I'll have to inspect that suitcase. GRANDMA: Oh, no you don't. This is my granddaughter's. It's none of your business what's in itg and besides, we are not bootleggers. POLICE MAN: But madaml- GRAND MA: I can't help it. You'1l have to wait until Margery comes back. CEnter Margery and Mr. jackson., MARGE: Why, Grandma! Where did you get that suitcase? Here's mine. - GRANDMA: No, this is yours. CThe policeman opens the suitcase near grandma and pulls out a stocking. Grandma jerks it out of his hand and violently shuts the case., GRANDMA: See! See! I told you so! QTo policemanj And you are about the most impertinent man I ever saw and besides- MARGE: Oh, Grandma! Sign off and let somebody else broad- cast. CTO Mr. jackson., I'm sorry. It was all my fault. QExit policemanj MR. JACKSON: That's all right. Mistakes will happen. CA train dispatcher is heard calling All aboard. J MR. JACKSON: That's my train. Good-day. fHe picks up a suitcase and rushes off., GRANDMA: Margery, give me my handkerchief that I put in your suitcase. - QMarge opens the suitcase and pulls out a shi:-tj MARGE: Can you beat that! He's got the wrong one again. CEn ter Mt. Jackson excitedly with an open suitcase in one hand and a stocking in the otherj GRANDMA: CGrabbing suitcase., Give me that suitcase. I'l1 take care of it. CA shrill whistle is heardj , MR. JACKSON: Oh! My train -it's gone. MARGE: Is that the six-thirty to Chicago? Oh! that's mine too. It's all your fault. MR. J AC KSON: And the next one doesn't leave for six hours. MARGE: I see ourselves parked here for six hours. fExit Mr. jackson., fGrandma and Marge rush angrily to a bench and place the suitcase between themj GRANDMA: It's all your fault. You shouldn't have left in the first place, and besides- QShe looks over and sees Marge's fingers stuck in her eats., ccuttaing ' Harvey Yaeger, 7. 14