Trinity High School - Trinitas Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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c 'iiwlllw 1928 V . HJ. an - -,vw V -47 1, -.A.,.-,7yk1-rgrevrv-1,--vis-vw, 'sun--' 'S-I 'jQ't'!!!'!!jfl'l'l'Px Im not going to be late she declared as she hopped out of the car and started to walk. Come on she called back. Despairing Mike gav one last shove and deserted the little car It seemed to Mike following the lead -of Sadie that h- tramped for hours along the muddy road. Finally wet and weary the two reached the school No sooner however, had the young man who had come so far in th- quest of education entered the Township High than he was reprimanded for being tardy As the morning progressed he discovered several astonishing facts-that he had studied th wrong theorem for geometry that the battle of Valley Forge was an event of the Revolutionary instead of the Civil War, and that Caesar's bridge was constructed in the first century. Mike began to wonder why he had been so crazy to come to school. It was with a grateful feeling that he went to his English class, for it was the last hour of the morning. Listlessly he penned the next day's assignment and roused himself to a passive interest. Then Gareth and Lynette were mentioned. Magic words! Mike was soon following Gareth from Bellicent's home to Arthur's court, working with him under Kay in the scullery, persevering with his hero in the long pursuit of Lynette, overthrowing Morning Star and his brothers, and, at length, saving the Lady Lyonors You should all try to become Garethsf, said the teacher after a discussion had been held concerning the merits of the great knight. Each of you can imi tate the ways of this chivalrous hero who, in spite of numerous conflicts, at last Tpfnitas L94 realized his ideal. Mike drew himself up in his seat and smiled. He smiled again. Then he started to chuckle. His chuckle broke into a laugh and soon he was shaking with unrestrained mirth. Why he was a Gareth! He thought of the pine tree, his good mother being bad mother unto him, and the man who had accosted him. Of course, instead of a wonderful horse he had a flivver, and instead of a palace, the old farm house: true he hadn't followed the inspiring Lynette but he had followed red-haired, freckle-faced Sadie. He was a Gareth! MARGARET O,MALLEY '29 Page 29 5 1 l l ss, .gl lil 1 l il' I ll l l l l gs S li if ii iii ii E li . itil I If 1 if ' i E l T . i l ii lt il li i 1 IQ LE ..... . a.5:r . it

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'wif F593-E5-3-F--1'3143: ...l.?..V-.-v Tpini tas T .'S.i.i Q. 1 He Was a Gareth The last, tall son of Si and Mirandy noted with interest that it was raining. and raining hard. The pine tree that had stood for generations outside his bed- room window bent to and fro as it yielded to the swaying power of the March wind. Suddenly a' streak of lightning shot through itg there was a crackling sound, and the pine was uprooted. When the young man regained his composure, which'for the moment had been widely shattered, he made his way to the lower regions of the ramshackle farm house. One thing, he knew, was certaing his mother was sure to say the roads were too muddy for him to go to school. She did. . Mike, she greeted her tall son, you'd better stay to home this morning. 'Tis too muddy for you. The object of such attention sat down and helped himself to the sausage. Ma, vou treat me as if I was still a kid. Indignation became quite evident in the voice of the seventeen year old man of the world. You should be glad 1'm trying to climb up so that I can achieve success. Do, you think Abe Lincoln's mother kept him from going to school on account of muddy roads? I'll bet he never missed a day throughout the whole year. Well, drawled Mirandy, I never did claim much schoolin'g but in my days we learned that young Abie never went much to school. Leastways if he did, I reckon he wouldn't bring home marks like you do. The blood rushed to Mike's face as he hastily resumed hisneating. I got to go to school, he muttered stubbornly. If you're aimin' to be a Lincoln, you can start freein' me from slavery. Now 1've got the chores to do, for your father's ailin' and your brother's hurried out to the Field. If there wasn't anything to be done you'd be wantin' to stay to home. But go along to school and take Sadie with you. I was after lettin' her sleep. Something that might best be described as a groan escaped from Mike. Al- though he was the last of the sons there was a younger child, a little sister, who had risen so proudly into the world as to proclaim herself a third grader. Where- ever Mike went, Sadie had to go. Fifteen minutes later, brother and sister, swathed in huge raincoats, stepped into the old fiivver and were soon bumping along in their quest for life's learning. T he school which they attended was only tive miles distant, and after safely cover- ing the first half of the journey, Mike began to think that his mother's fears were groundless. It was while his thoughts were thus occupied that Sadie called his attention to the road where a farmer was trying to signal them. Mike brought the car to a halt and earnestly thanked the man who had been trying to tell him the road was impassable. Since youth knows more than age, however, as soon as the farmer was out of sight, the little fiivver with its two occu- pants, resumed its course. A mile farther on, Mike began to laugh at the fellow's warning, for though it was rough going he fully believed he would reach his goal. No sooner had the boy expressed his amusement than the wheels started spinning, the car stopped, and would not budge. ln vain he pushed and pushed but only succeeded in getting himself mud covered. Sadie was unsympathetic. Page 28 - .,1!2I1! ', .,.v:ggi -1-is swath ......a...ns41am.4..t-.,...at..tqnniiaL.a2 -s ' hmumnuamm-Lai

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S L.: .,-.- :.:2 , X i f .A Bah Finds Her Thread Life, which to some people is just one thrilling experience after another, had always seemed infinitely dull to Bah Madsun. Strangely so, for those same other people were wont to wonder how it felt to live a life like Bab's. just imagine, they would exclaim, your father being the great Mr. Madsun, and getting a Packard 60 for your birthday, to say nothing of a new fur coat just every so often. Mustn't it he thrilling ? ' Packard 60's and fur coats held no thrill for Bah though. Time and tide had taken the thrill as toll, for her life had been just a succession of those gifts which caused others to sigh and marvel. As some people would express it, Bah had been horn with a gold spoon in her mouth. And now, after twenty-two years, the life of luxury was beginning to pall on her. Her mind and heart, so long dormant under the veil of material pleasures, were awakening, seeking new worlds to conquer. Though she was scarcely con- scious of it, the stage was set for Bab's Great Adventure l All the world was white with May on the Saturday morning that the adven- ture began. just two short weeks and Bah would graduate from Mount St. Mary's where the happiest hours of her life had been spent. Graduation was the very thing Bah was wondering about, as seated at the breakfast table, she looked over the daily news sheet. She was alone, for the vast interests of Judge Madsun ne- cessitated an early departure from his home. Whatever will I do after I grad- uate, she mused. Of course there's my debut, hut oh, I'm tired of parties and teas-I want to do something worth while ! At this crucial point, her musing was cut short as she stified a yawn, symbol of her bored feeling. When Bab's gaze returned to the page where ber thumb had been lodged during the yawn, her eye fell on the headlines of a significant article. The first thing she knew, she was eagerly digesting its contents. The next thing she knew, she was making a de- cision which had a metamorphosical effect on her life. HAVE You FOUND 'YoUR THREAIJ? This was the title of the article. It was in the form of an editorial, and its keynote was finding your thread and following the pattern of life through service. Telling of the crying need of workers and money in the settlement houses in the city's poorer East end, it ended with an appeal for the aid of those who had the time and means. Settlement work! What wide vistas of adventure it opened up. But am I qualified ? thought Bah. Time and means. I certainly have time -and means. Then consulting her tiny wrist watch she added, Nine 0'clock. just time enough to run out to the Headquarters and do a little private detecting. Page 30 .:xz :L::i:t:f:5:g::i'fr::7:nrv..1.L:'.. i'.e ip., 1 9 2 8 ' Qi 532 'v 5 i 9 . ! li 1 . i s 2 3 2 i A' Sl Ti ,I if Y. ia. tl ii a, fa! U l!5 'Ci v