Tipton High School - Tiptonian Yearbook (Tipton, IN)

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10 THE TIPTONIAN weddiug gariueuts, while uuiuerous small brothers aud sisters stood looking on in open mouthed amazement at the grandeur of her toilet. The dress was a wonderful creation of gi-een messaline with a beautiful yellow flounce around the skirt. The sleeves were short aud trimmed with the same mater- ial. Ilulda turned this way and that before the mirror, trying to see how the dress fitted, while her mother looked on with admiring eyes. Finally even Huldah was satisfied and sat down to await the coming of the groom and the minister. Meanwhile downstairs the guests had begun to arrive and were receiv- ed and welcomed by Mr. Johnson. They were dressed in the colors of the rainbow, each endeavoring to outshine his or her neighbors. The large bulky packages they carried were piled on the table and the guests sat down on the borrowed chairs placed for them, talking and chattering all the while in loud voices. Suddenly a hu.sh fell on the assembly. A tow-headed urchin whispered .shrilly, Da preacher bane come. Shh! said his aunt and all the guests sat up primly with hands tightly claspetl in their laps and chins drawn down agianst their necks. In walked the minister with Swan. A murmur ran around the room: Ain ' t he a fine young man? Ay tank ay ' 11 git me a suit like his. Mr. Swanson was attired in a handsome suit of Shepherd ' s Check in black and white, and Avore a blazing red bow-tie at his straining collar. He stood in the doorway twisting his new brown derby hat in his nervous hands. The bride now entered accompanied by her mother and Swan, grinning sheepishly, stiffly shook hands with her. One of the younger Johnsons offer- ed the large family Bible to the minister who explained that he was suffi- ciently supplied Avith Bibles. Then the ceremony began, the guests craning their necks to get a better view. After the ceremony, the presents were opened. The first one unwrap- ped was a new wringer of the most approved pattern. After it had been suffi- ciently admired, the other packages were opened and lo! — the table was lit- erally covered with -wringers. The bride fainted in the arms of the bridegroom, but soon revived; while the guests all talked at once trying to explain the curious coincidence. The annoimcement of supper proved a welcome interruption and after a bountiful repast, the guests dispersed, the men scratching their heads as if puzzled, yet laughing at times to themselves. — AIDA ROCKWELL, ' 16.

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THE TIPTONIAX Swan Swansons Wedding 0 | XE day as a peddler of wringers drove slowly down tlie dusty road lead- ing to a little Norwegian village in Minnesota, he saw numerons wag- ons and buggies traveling to and from the city, wher( the farners were in the habit of trading. As he entered the village, he noticed the pc(:i)le hurrying about excitedly, talking and laughing. Accosting tlu lirst n.an he inet, a great, brawny Norwegian, he asked : Will you please tell uie what all this excitement is about? It bane a great time tonight, said the man, wiping his perspiring forehead. Swan Swanson, he bane gone git married to Hulda Yohnson. Yaas, it bane great time. And who is Swan Swanson? inquired the peddler. lie ' s the squire an ' bane to marry the lilacksmith ' s daughter, who bane a great society leader. Thank you, said his intei ' r(tgatoi-. chuckling to himself as he passed on. He had not proceeded far when he suddenly stopped his chuckling, scratched his head slowly, then slajiped his knee, and laughing aloud, shook the reins briskly over his horse ' s back and ilrnve forward at a smartei ' pace He paused at the first house and alighting, went to the door and knocl;- ed. The door was opened by a smiling, red-faced, blond-haired dame of anqiic girth. Gud day, said she. Good morning. Jladam, said the salesman. I have a new p,;!ent wringer which I desire to show yon. 1 guarantee it to last as long as yon v,ai;t it to and to wring clothes so dry that they need not be hung up. Why, said the woman, why didn ' t a tank of that before. ' It would make a fine present to git for them. She then purchased a wringer, to the no smill satisfaction of the agent. ' I ' hat evening the home of the bride was extravagantly illuminated, old ; lr. Johnson declaring that for so great an occasion, it made no rutference if they did waste some coal oil. The old gentleman was handosmely attired in a long greon swallow- tailed coat, which had once been black, but had faded with age. It smelled strangely of moth balls and perfume. As he walked about with a pompous air, he slipped his large, toil-worii hand inside his collar, tugging at it and grimacing frightfully in an effort to keep from strangling to death. The huge parlors were lavishly decorated with paper chrysanthemums and roses of various hues. In one corner stood a piano, the pride of the fam- ily. In the center of the room stood a large table and on it a huge family Bible lay opened exactly in the middle. The bride was upstairs. She was being dressed by her mother in her

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TIPTONIAN The Dark Place (A Reminiscence.) l -v I KOTllEK ami I were afraid of the dark or at least we did not like it v|C very well. In a white house on the banks of the Jordan, there was a d certain jilaee with which we were well acquainted. This spot was a very small elo.set built under the stairway. I can still recall the words of my mother: One word more and into the closet you will go. This was all that was necessary most times, but, of course, we often landed in the closet. Here we would beat on the door with our fists and cry and beg to be let out, until the heart of mother would be melted. Free once more, we would start on our daily round of mischief. One day we had been unusually good and mother thought it safe to leave us in the front room, while she worked in the kitchen. But not so. We entered the small room which contained the Black Place, closed the door and locked it. Then we concluded that it would be funny to shut ourselves up in the place of punishment. We did so, but the door once closed could not be opened except from the outside. It was only a few minutes till we wanted ovit, but the door would not yield. We became frightened and screamed, and the other memlitM-s of the family came to our rescue; but the look on the outside door had to he lnok- en. When we were again at liberty, we were so frightened and had such a horror of the dark closet, that mother never placed us there again foi ' punish- ment; so we gained at least one point from our expei ' ience. — NINA sr.iTH. ' ' 3. yln Jlugust Day R lIlE withered tields lay yelloM ' and sere on either side of the dusty road |vjy| which stretched out interminably beneath a glaring sk.v. The sun beat ggg3 down relentlessly. The birds sought refuge in the trees of a small grove adjoining the meadow and sat there with half-spread wings, as if posing for a painting, the subject of which should be Anxiety. The herd in the hot meadow also sought the shade afforded by the low-hanging branches and stood miserably flicking their tails against their streaming sides. All na- ture seemed to pause and pant for breath. — HAROLD FRISZ, ' 13.