Three Rivers High School - Reflector Yearbook (Three Rivers, MI)

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The Abuse of Customs R. QUILL and his handsome son, Phil, sat before the open fire place. The cozy warmth of the fire-lit room seemed to en- courage confidences. Conventionalities are a bug-bear, are they not, father? I found the 'one girl in the world for me'-and I have lost her. Come, son, tell me all about it, said Dr. Quill, watching the soft curls of smoke floating gently upward. On my Way here from college I had to stop over a short time at a small suburb called Delton, began Phil. ASI had nothing else to do, I stood in the station studying the faces of the people as they came into the building. My attention was attracted to a crowd of well dressed girls who were all laughing and talking at the same time. Then, I saw an old lady struggling to reach the back of her shawl to adjust it. I walked forward to assist her, but I was pre- ceded by a young girl, who, leaning toward her, said, 'May I help you? There, is there anything else?' After she had made the woman comfortable she went to in- quire about her trains, and I, also, went to inquire. She was evidently a working girl, and, although she was dressed neatly, her apparel did not bespeak a superabundance of wealth. She was not beautiful but was sweet, with large grey eyes and an expression on her face which made her very attrac- tive. I found myself staring at her and I realized that I had to know her. To introduce myself was impossible. I watched her and saw her go to her train, and I immediately followed her. I saw that she was sitting on this side of the train. It was a cowardly, ungentlemanly act, but, Dad, I was desperate. I threw one of my cards into the window where she was sitting. She smiled at me very sweetly and shyly. That was several days ago, and I wonder if I shall ever see her again. Barbara sat in her fifth floor hall bedroom talking to her chum. This is his card, janet, and I do so wish I could Write to him. I-Ie was well dressed and refined looking and had the kindest brown eyes. I-Ie might be-but no, he can't be,- With big tears in her eyes Barbara tore the card into small pieces and then watched them burn. -B67'ff1Cl.'l7Z'Cl'7'1i6 Mallo, '20, 51061

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hand over his eyes, he rushed to his horse, over the dead bodies of his men. He had sacrihced thousands of them for his personal revenge. Thousands of mothers would suffer the agony that only he would have needed to suffer. He mounted his horse and urging him on, rode many hours. He knew not where he went. Late in the night his horse stopped before an abbey. He was treated kindly for several days, and decided to remain and become a monk, thus making up for the great wrong he had done. Later, he read of the erecting of a monument to him. It had been against the wishes of the government but the common people demanded it. He had revenged them for the many outrages of the enemy upon them. It had been a great struggle. But he overcame his desire for fame and settled down in the abbey. Soon he was made Bishop of the abbey. The old monk jumped up, and looked about him with a look of fear upon his face. Had he spoken his dream? Was anyone about? Thank Heavens, No! He still had his secret to bear to his grave. fwilliam Babb, 'Z9. 96' To Mr. Crawford There is a man of much renown, Not very far away. He's very good to look upon, We see him every day. His frown is fierce, his smile is kind. His eyes are truest blue, And though hid behind a twinkle. They can look you through and through. He's stern, but just, and justice metes Alike to youth and maid. With insight keen and judgment sound, One need not be afraid That he will punish without need, Or punish without cause, The luckless individual Who fails to keep his laws. -Amy Dzmclrlcg '19. N051

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A Wedding in Nature's Realm A Movie scantamo HERE was a great stir in the realm of King Dandy Lion. Messengers, the Locusts riding on the backs of prancing Grasshoppers, were sent out to proclaim the coming marriage of his daughter, Rhodo Dendron, to Mr. Holly Hockf' The wed- ding was to take place on Marsh Mallow at Four O'clock. Of course a great many had unkind things to say. Mr. A'Cac- tus and Miss Thistle made sharp remarks as usual, and said Rhodo Dendron was trying to Marry Goldf' but Sweet Alyssum said she knew it was True Heart's Ease. There was great activity in the palace all this time. A large band of Ants were engaged to make everything, and to prepare for the great event. Expert Devils Darning Needles were busy weaving the Bridal Wreath also. At the appointed time Blue Bells began to ring. and guests began to assemble. The Mosquito orchestra, under the leader- ship of Herr Bullfrog, were playing the Bridal Chorus as the guests arrived in their Violet, Pink, and Rose colored dresses. When they were all seated, the bride entered on the arm of her beloved Poppy The maid of honor was Miss Dorothy Perkins Rose of Mountain Laurel. The matron of honor was Mrs. Easter Lilly, whose marriage to Mr. Tiger Lilly, took place the year before. The bride's pretty little sister, Miss Brown Eyed Susan, was the little flower girl. The groom's little brother, johnny, acted as ring bearer. The bride and her attendants were met at the altar by the groom and best man, Bachelor Button. The ceremony was performed by Rev. lack-in-the Pulpit. Only one person had a case of stage fright, and that was the groom's little brother. johnny forgot to do his part, so Bachelor Button had to turn and say, under his breath, johnny lump Up. The bride was to have been given away by her Grandaddy Long Legs. On account of his age he could not be present, for he is really a very Sicleman. So in his absence she was given away by her eldest brother, Sweet William. After the ceremony, the guests went into the dining hall, where the Mosquito orchestra was playing Nevin's Narcissus, Then after they were seated, Madame Nightingale and Miss Hum- ming Bird sang a duet accompanied by the orchestra and Signor Rhutabaga, the wonderful Italian celloist. Many Ants served the wedding feast, which consisted of Snow Drops served in very dainty Butter Cups, crushed from