St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Kfsunnyi! MARY NAUGIITON Second Rhetoric O BEGIN with, her real name was not Sunny, it was Caroline. But she was always Sunny to us, first, because she was always so sweet and good-natured and such a real pal, and secondly, because she had short, bright, golden curls, dark blue eyes, and a wcll-shaped mouth that was always smiling or singing. She was called Sunny from the time she could first toddle around, and somehow the name stuck, though, to be sure, it wasn't odd or unnatural. And there was so little of her! Just a little bit of cheerfulness, with a heart of gold. She was small and slender and barely came to the shoulder of Larry, her eighteen-year-old brother. Sunny,' was so brave, and was always ready to lend a helping hand, whenever and wherever it was needed, so that the whole Carrington family relied pretty much upon her. Sunny was always sunny, no matter what the weather, yet she must have often hidden a heavy heart beneath a cheerful smife and the kind, helpful word she had for others. It was Sunny who met her Dad every night when he came home from work and had his slippers ready for him. It was Sunny who was never too tired to help little Petty with her lessens er to spend hours of her precious time reading to her Aunt Lucy. To Aunt Lucy, who was an invalid, and very pessimistic, there was no one who could smooth the pillow as f'Sunny did or read to her in such a soft, soothing tone. Sunny was talented, too, and wanted so much to be a great singer some day. To be able to move a vast audience with that powerful voice of hers, to hear the thunder of applause as it shook the house, was her one ambition. It was a precious dream that t'Sunny hugged to her heart, while she never gave up hoping. , Larry, who seemed to understand Sunny far better than anyone else, was the eldest of the family, and the very best brother a girl could have. Ile and U Sunny were more than mere brother and sister, they were real true pals. Then there was Donald, quiet and dreamyg little Betty, and Baby Alice. Altogether it was a large family that lived in the little house hidden among the elm trees back from the street. One day in August Aunt Lucy died quietly and peacefully, with her hand in Sunny 's, and before she left she gave f'Sunny the savings she had acquired before a fall had made her an invalid, some twenty years before. Now Sunny', could have the lessons ste so ardently desired, the house could have a much needed coat of paint. Now there need be no more skimping and saving to make ends meet as before. It seemed almost too good to be true. So one bright morn- ing in September, Sunny bearded the train that was to take her to New York, where she was to 'pursue her long-desired purpose. The tears were swimming in her eyes, but she laugloecl bravely and kissed all good-bye. No one there was happier than Larry, but there was a big lump in his threat'as he said good-bye. It would be lonely without Sunny, and the home would seem so empty without her cheery presence. Ile would miss his pal, but he put his arms about his mother tenderly as Sunny would have done and led her home. After all, Sunny would come back, and her long cherished dream would come true. page one hundred fifty-one

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SANDALPHON Mamma, said little Elsie, I do wish I had some money to give you for the poor children. Her mother, wishing to teach the lesson of self-sacrifice, said Very well, my dear, if you would like to go without sugar for a week, I'll give you the money instead, and then you will have some. The little one considered solemnly for a moment, and then said, Must it be sugar, mama? Why, no, darling, not necessarily. What would you like to do without? Soap, mama, was Elsie 's answer. An English paper publishes this advertisement: For sale, baker's business, good trade, large oven, present owner been in it for seven years, good reasons for leaving. Teacher: We borrowed our num- erals from the Arabs, our calendar from the Romans and our banking from the Italians. Can anyone think of any other examples? NVillie NVillis: Our lawnmower from the Smiths, our shovel from the Joneses, and our baby carriage from the Bumps. Butchers-Wanted, man-must be able to cut and serve a customer. Mother: Oh, Freddy, I thought you were going to economize and I find you with both jam and butter on your bread! Freddy: Why, of course, mother! One piece of bread does for both. He: And why do you think I am a poor judge of human nature? She: Because you have such a good opinion of yourself. Are the farmers allowed to make cider since prohibition went into effect? Surely, Haven't you heard of the freedom of the press? page one hundred fifty Lady: Why didn't you send your assistant to mend my electric bell? Man: I did send him, madam, and he said that he rang about a, dozen times, and as he didn't get any answer he came to the conclusion that you must be out. The small boy's head bobbed up over the garden wall, and a meek little voice asked: Please, Miss Brown, may I have my arrow ll Yes, dear, certainly, the next door neighbor answered, beaming. Where did it fall? I think, was the reply, It's stuck in your cat. The average school pupil seems to have considerable trouble in pronounc- ing the terminal Hg of present par- ticiples. Robert,,' said a teacher during the reading lesson, please read the first sentence. A diminutive lad rose to his feet and read: See that horse runnin'. Don't forget the 'g' Robert, admonished the teacher. Gee! See that horse runnin'. A woman went to the bank and asked for a new check book. I've lost the one you gave me yesterdayf' she said. But it doesn't matter. I took the precaution of signing all the checks as soon as I got it--so, of course, it won't be any use to any one else. Ah, here's something interesting, said the near-sighted American tour- ist in Holland. Let's wait and see the game . Game'? I don 't see any game. What's that ahead of us?'-' A windmill. My mistake! I thought it was a baseball pitcher going through the motions preliminary to sending a hot one over the plate.

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SANDALPHON Why Wait? CECILIA HERBOLTZIIEIMER First Rhetoric FARMER entering the city of Columbus for the first time was greatly confused. Ile drove along the country roads in his Ford sedan feeling very proud of himself. But, oh, when he reached the city! His first stop was at Broad and High. To his amazement he noticed a large crowd of people, looking upward. Ile stopped his car with a jerk. His curiosity was roused, and he jumped from his Ford to the street. Not seeing anything to cause so much excitement, he inquired the reason from a passerby. 'l'hey're waiting on the lights, the man replied. NVel1, if that don't beat all! Imagine anyone waiting' for a lip,-ht. IIa! IIa! Then the chug-chug of his machine could be heard as he dashed across High Street. He seemed to be the center of attraction. Everyone was smiling at him. A policeman on horseback drove up and motioned him to stop. Soon he understood why the crowd had gathered on the corner. What do you mean by violating the traffic laws? When the lights signal to stop, you 're supposed to stop, hailed the officer, Oh, so that is what is meant by saying l'hey're waiting' on the lights' Certainly, certainly, the traffic cop answered. The farmer in a nervous manner told the policeman that this was his first visit to the city. The officer explained to him the idea. of the lights. After giving him a book of tratiic laws he dismissed him. In a very sheepish way the farmer looked about him. 'l'o his embarrass- ment he noticed that many people were laughing: After attending to his busi- ness in the city, he went home, and thinking over the day 's events, said to him- self, Ile who laughs last laughs best. That certainly is a good proverb. page one hundred Mty-two