St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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M A R G A R ET ' S ACAD EMV Mi n n c a poll s, Minn. Jack.: Sir, your opinion of my guilt or innocence matters little to me now, but since she asks it, I will show the evidence. (Proudly hands paper to father.) (Father reads it to himself and then aloud.) Mr. G.: Mr. Herbert Sydney, New York. Have gotten rid of bonds at last. Meet me 9:30, Grand Central Station tomorrow for money. Alice (Silence) Mr. G.: My son, I am sorry. (Pat. looks at Jack pleadingly. He takes his father’s hand.) Mr. G.: We must get that scoundrel here before he leaves in the morning. Pal.: I have it! I will call him and tell him to come for his answer. (Laugh- ing) I know he will come immediately. (Exit Pat.) (Mother’s voice is heard.) Moth.: Hilda, what’s all this disturbance in the library? Hi .: Ay don’t know, Mam., but just a little while ago I saw a man going into the library and I ran and hid ’cause Ay was scared to death. (Enter Mother.) Jack: Mother! Mrs. G.: Jack! (They embrace.) (Re-enter Pat.) Pat.: He’ll be here in a minute. (Enter Hilda very much frightened.) Hi : Have—them robbers—left anything atall, Mam? I tot they were going to take the whole house with them, and I couldn’t stop 'em! Mr. G.: It’s all right, Hilda. We’re just having a little family reunion. (Doorbell rings.) Pat.: There he is now! Hilda, go and let Mr. Sydney in. Hi .: Vy don't that faller move here. He’s here most of the time anyway, and ay have to keep going to the door to let him in. Pat.: I think this is the last time you will have to let him in, Hilda. Mrs. G.: 1 knew that my prayers would not be in vain. Jack: They say that a Mother’s prayers are always answered. (Enter Herb.) Herb.: Patricia, my darling! Pat. Here is my answer. (Taking ring from table) And now there is someone else who would like to speak to you. Herb.: (Looks around in surprise. Stares at Jack.) YOU! Jack: Yes, I.

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ST. M A R G A R E T ’ S A C A I) E M Y :: Minneapolis, M inn. You see, although innocent, I was accused of------stealing some bonds from my father’s bank. Pal.: But couldn’t you have explained the circumstances which made you appear guilty? Jack: Yes, but for a promise I once made, and because of my father’s anger I absolutely refused to say anything, and ran off and enlisted, thinking the war would put an end to me. And now no one would believe me if I did try to explain. Pat.: I would. (Mr. (j. appears in door, starts to enter, stops and listens.) Jack: (Looks at Pat. gratefully) I am very glad, but (shakes head) I am afraid others would not be as ready to believe my story as you are. Pal.: Please tell me about it anyhow. (Jack seats himself near Pat. and remains silent for a few seconds.) Jack: During my senior year at college, because of a joke played on me by one of my companions, I was accused by the faculty of gambling. I was about to be expelled, when by the intercession of my chum, 1 lerbert Sydney— Pat.: (In surprise) Herbert Sydney? Jack: Yes, do you know him? Pat.: Yes, but please go on. I am very much interested. Jack: As I was saying, by the intercession of my chum, Herbert Sydney, my name was cleared. 1 was so grateful for his act that 1 rashly promised that if he ever needed my assistance in any way he could call on me. After leaving college Herbert and I worked together in Dad’s bank. We were good pals. When the bonds were taken the suspicion must fall on either Herbert or me and he took advantage of my rash promise and shifted the suspicion on to me,—when, as a matter of fact, he was the one who took the bonds. Pat.: (Starting up) Do you mean to tell me that Herl ert Sydney is a thief? Jack: (Putting head on hands) 1 knew you wouldn’t believe me. Pat.: Oh! But I do, and perhaps I can help you. (Draws note from dress.) (Hands it to him.) I found this note on the floor after Herbert had gone home. 1 read it, but diil not understand it then. I kept it, intending to give it to him the next time he came. (Jack reads it and becomes excited.) Jack: This helps clear me of suspicion. (Knter Mr. (».) Path.: If there is any evidence that could possibly clear you, 1 should like to see it. (Jacks whirls on him in surprise and anger—steps back proudly.) Jack: I fear, Sir, that any evidence I might offer would not be accepted by you. Pat.: Please let your father see the paper. (Jack looks at Pat. and then at father.)

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yrj] S T . M A K G A K E T S AC A I) E M V :: Mi n n eapolii, Min n. Mr. G.: Sir, from now on your presence will no longer be desirable in my house. This, (hands telegram) explains everything. . Herb.: But— Mr. G.: No further explanations are necessary. (Points to door.) GO! (Exit Herb.) Hilda: Thank heavens, I don’t have to let him in any more. (Exit Hilda.) Mrs. G.: But still I don’t understand what this is all about. Mr. G.: Come, dear, and I will explain it to you. (Exeunt) Jack: May 1 ask again how you got that bit of paper? Pat.: Mr. Sydney accidentally left it here tonight, and I picked it up, intending to give it to him. Jack: It is impossible to express in words the gratitude I feel, but someday— perhaps— Pat.: (Looking at him) Perhaps? FINIS Submitted by—Peari. Adams, Dorothy Minks, Isohel Spencer, Lorajne Venderlick, Irene Slater, May Hinds, Lois Pease. Presented for the entertainment of the Kilmer Klub on Monday, February 21, 1921.