Turlock High School - Alert Yearbook (Turlock, CA)

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s'-1 I ff 2 AE? Isobel used to like. I love jimmy. He romps and scraps with me and takes me riding, and buys me ice cream, while Guy-I don't see why Isobel likes him. XVhen I had descended, Mother sent me to the garden to pick peas. Here I was right under the kitchen window and heard Mother talking to Dad. That Englishman gets my goat, Dad was sayingg and .lsobel hasn't spunk enough to send him about his business. If she doesn't, somebody else will, VVhat's the matter with her and young Carter, anyway F O, they had a foolish quarrel at college a while back, sighed Mother, and neither one will make up, although both are dying to. Isobel had long counted on hearing this concert with jimmy, but now she won't. She cried all last night about it, So now she goes with Sir Guy to spite Jimmy, and jimmy stays at home to spite her, while they both spite themselves. I wish they'd forget their quarrel and go together again. Yes, and forget this Englishman, too, replied Dadg the girl's a fool, and young Carter's worse, but this Englishman-he's the limit. After I had delivered the peas, I ran to my favorite corner by the lilac bush to think. Here was the problem: Isobel crying to hear the concert with jimmy, and too peered to be nice to him: Jimmy too stubborn to ask herg and old Sir Guy poking along to hll jimmy's place. I resolved that sister should hear that concert with jimmy. Therefore I made my plans. Perhaps I might hear the concert too, I thought, if I was very nice, 'cause Jimmy liked me and had often taken me with him before. 'That evening I was dressed in my newest white frock to receive Sir Guy. Isobel was in her room trying not to let her eyes nor her nose appear redg Mother was tending to dinner, so I had to entertain Sir Guy. On the front porch was a little bench that Sir Guy liked to sit ong this had just been freshly painted. I moved it to his favorite corner. I thought if he got that green paint on his suit, he couldn't take Isobel to the concert. After that, the next thing was to get Jimmy, The purr of a motor caught my ear as a limousine rolled up. Sir Guy lolled out wearing his glass-eye Ca monocle I believe sister calls itj, white gloves, and carrying a cane. I sighed as I met him on the porch for I hated to be near him. even though it was for Isobel's sake. Q, how do you do? drawled Sir Guy. I'm so sorry to be late. but it is only a trifle. Is Miss Isobel in ? She will be down in a minute, I said, looking down at my Mary Janes. VVon't you wait here till 'she comes? I'll take your coat and hatf' 26 I

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In the Post Office QSuggested by In the Depot. j Folks--coming and going, Busy folks and glad folks and sad folks Rushing, hurrying with bundles and letters, Their footsteps thudding on the wooden floor. Painted girls, with highly scented powder, Sickening to the sensesg Freckled lads with carrot hairg Grinning youngsters, shy and awkward, Pale, thin women, with troubled faces, Laughing women, with stiff, starchy dressesg Men, brisk, neat in appearance Sorting out large enveloped letters and scanning the contents, Lank, hungry-looking men with hollow eyes, Staring, vacant-eyed men, Chewing gum folks with jaws of perpetual motion, Soldiers, sailors-whom all eyes follow, Cigarette-smoking boys with an air of importanceg Girls, self-conscious, and desirous of boys' eyesg Stout folks with bright, smiley eyes- Folks, rushing, hurrying, Their footsteps thud, thud on the wooden floor, These are the folks in the post office. ' -B. GOLLONG, '20, The Mascot QQ EAN! VVhen mother speaks in that tone of voice, I know it means busi- nessg so I sighed and scrambled off sister's dressing table where I was trying to fix up as she does. jean! the voice floated up the stairs, Hurry down and help me. Sir Guy is coming to take Isobel to the concert tonight, and he will be here to dinner. I hid some perfume and hastily set things in order so sister Isobel would not think I had been meddling. Sir Guy coming! I hate that long, lanky, glass-eyed Englishman that Isobel goes with. He is as sour as a crabapple and always looks at me over his glasses with a condescending glance, as if I were tiny and insignificant compared with him. I hate his languid air. He is not at all like jimmy Carter whom 25

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O, deah me! exclaimed Sir Guy, looking all over and suddenly seeming to notice me. U, yes, of course. , Inwardly quaking, I took his wraps as I showed him the green bench, where he sat down unconcernedly. Isobel came down soon, perfectly grand in a shimniery dress, and sat in a chair by Sir Guy. Sir Guy rolled a cigarette and at the same time rolled all over the green paint on the bench. I slipped away unnoticed and ran through the orchard to jimmy's house, where I found jimmy sulkily mowing the lawn. Hello, kidlet! he cried, looking at me with surprise. What's wrong with yourself now P O, nothing's wrong with me, I laughed. I was so glad to see jimmy once more. He has the nicest smile and the nicest curl right on his forehead, It's for Isobel, I cried breathlessly. f'Sir Guy's all green and Isobel cries all night and you're to take her to the concert tonight! Do come, quick! What-whatis that? gasped jimmy. Hold on, girl. Say it over againg quick! His eyes were sparkling. I love the sparkle in jimmy's eyes. O, it's this way, I said. Isobel cries 'cause you won't make up with her and she wanted to go to the concert with you, but she has to go with that silly Englishman, whom she doesnit like. I made him sit on some green paint to spoil his clothes so he would'nt go. I bet he's hopping mad now: so you hurry and come take Isobel. jimmy looked dazed, but he caught on. Sure, kidlet, he cried, soon as I change my clothes, and he dashed into the house. I was so tickled I ran around the lawn, laugh- ing and shoving the mower along the grass. I heard jimmy working furiously with a collar, and talking under his breath to a naughty collar button, but I didn't careg I liked jimmy so. In a minute jimmy brought out his car into which I jumped. Away we sped down the road. My! but it was nice to ride beside jimmy again. Sir Guy's limousine was still in front of the house, but as we stopped the car, he rushed down the walk, trembling with anger, He was indeed a sorry looking spectacle with his monocle dangling and the back of his suit covered with green paint. Dad, on the con- trary, was doubled up with laughter, even Isobel had laughed until she cried, while Mother was the only one who seemed concerned. Bah l fumed Sir Guy, not even noticing us as he entered his machine and banged .the door. For this-for this-ah! I'll not forget this insult, Miss Isobel! No, by George, no! You just forget your concerts, Bah ! and then he stormed and muttered between his teeth It was too funny for words. 27