Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL l!H) 4 . « he carelessly dashed it off. Margaret rushed into the room where Mabel was boning for exam, holding the note at arm ' s length. Her face was flushed with anger and her eyes sparkled ominiously. “Look, look,” she cried dramatically, and thrust the of- fending bit of paper under Mabel’s astonished nose. “My Dear Miss Horton: I assure you my pleasure was great in being of service to you. May I hope to see you at the Senior Prom?” Mab read slowly. “Whew! you’ve made a hit, my lady,” she remarked slangily. “Ugh! the beast, ” Margaret flashed out. “To take ad- vantage of me in this way. How dare he? Why did I write? He’s very much mistaken if he thinks for a second that I’ll be there.” Mabel soothed her friend’s ruffled feelings and then said, “Surely Marg you don’t intend to give up the Prom. We’ve planned on it for so long.” “Yes, I do. You can wear my new white crepe de chine, ” she said sadly. No coaxing would change Margaret’s mind and when, on the eventful night she saw the girls descend to the parlors In their pretty dresses, her heart sank. With swimming eyes she blamed Jack Stamford for this lost pleasure. When that unconscious young man entered the rooms, he looked earnestly around for some one and then approached Mabel Winters saying, “Where’s Miss Horton, Mab. I hope I haven’t offended her.” “Miss Horton’s upstairs Jack Stamford, and it’s your fault. She felt bad enough about that affair without having that note added to it all. She is awfully sensitive.” “Well, I should say so. I meant no harm and never thought she would feel hurt about it.” Jack talked and argued until he had convinced Mabel of his sincerity. They were soon plotting some deep laid scheme, laughing and talking excitedly. “ Now don’t you daw tell her Mab, he said at parting. “She is such a proud little thing.” » » Commencement was over. The girls had scattered to their different homes for a few weeks, but now about the mid- dle of July the Tan Naps wore gathering at the Winters’ summer home at Mud Lake. When Margaret arrived the girls greeted her rapturously and she was captured by Mali and led upstairs to remove the traces of travel. When they wore alone Margaret said, “Mab, dear, you can’t guess who came down on the same train with me -Jack Stamford. Actually I meet him every time I turn around. I have seen him several times In the city but he doesn ' t seem to mind being snubbed. You can’t imagine bow glad I am that he won’t be 1161 0.” Mabel looked up guiltilv but said nothing. She smiled, however, when Margaret said carelessly, “He is very hand- some isn’t he? 1 never noticed him much of course,” and then as if to reassure herself, “I hate him heartily.” Her friend chuckled but was kind enough not to say that girls didn’t usually display so much interest in men they despised. When the girls came down stairs Malsd ' s brother ap- proached saying, “I’ve a new man down for the week. The girls are all 1 crazy over him but he Is rather shy and I thought I’d better ask permission to bring him up.” Just then the door opened and Jack Stamford came In. Bud rushed up to him saying, “Hello, old man, so you got your nerve up did you. Miss Horton, may I present Mr. Stamford?” Margaret turned scarlet but only hesitated a second be- fore she placed her hand In the one held out to her so frankly. “I’ll try to make It up to you, Miss Horton,” Jack said, while Mabel and her brother exchanged glances of glee. “You’ll be obliged to see a great deal of me, so we might as well be friends. It’s no use, you must give in.” “Yes, I must give in,” she said happily, as she glanced up into his smiling eyes.

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high school annual m. (Dan e p By Aukktta 4 4 U UttRY, now, Margaret. We shall bo only a block behind you. You must hold up the first man you meet after you hear me whistle. We ' ll be late to tea if you stand here much longer. The speaker was one of a group of five girls, who were talking together in the one lit- tle park that Belleville owned. Oh, girls! how can II What would Miss Sampson say! said Margaret Horton, as she looked around appre- hensively. Bother Miss Sampson! You ' re at our mercy now. Do as we tell you. Margaret was not a coward, but a natural reserve, in making herself conspicuous, held her back. She walked along for a few minutes, her eyes scanning the village street. Suddenly a shrill whistle aroused her. The test had cornel She became aware of a stalwart young fellow in outing flannels coming toward her. Here was the man! Her courage ebbed, but her pride came to her rescue and stepping In front of the astonished man she said, Please, sir, lend mo a dollar. My hat! Is she orar.y? he thought, but quickly ban- ished that Idea as he glanced Into her clear eyes, now a little troubled. He gased speechlessly at her for a few seconds till again the sweet voice, now filled with tears, said, Have you the money with you? t want a dollar. He saw four girls approaching, and, wishing to save her further humiliation, he reached down iu his pocket, drew out a silver dollar, and pressed It into her hand. With a hurried thank you ’’ and an appealing look, she moved away from him. He turned tuvol- I S O D E, . Hoyt Aonkw. untarily to watch her and saw her join the girls who had passed them. He was more mystified than ever. The girls hastened along the street to the outskirts of the village and entered the door of Miss Sampson’s school for young ladies. Here they parted, each to go to her own room. When Margaret and her chum, Mabel Winters, reached their room, Margaret’s pent-up feelings burst forth and as she threw herself on the bed she sobbed: Oh, Mab dear, he thought I was a lunatic. I could see It in his eyes. But he was so considerate. If I only knew who he was I’d send his old dollar back. I suppose I’d be allowed to do that. Now see here Marg., I’m sorry for you. I know who he is but don’t you breathe a word. The girls would be furious. He’s over at Green College— a senior law and friend of Bud’s. Cheer up, we’ll fix it. The result of this conference was the note that J ack Stam- ford received a few days later. It read: My Dear Mr. Stamford:— Here is your money. I thank you for your kindness and you will doubtless understand my action when you learn that I am a Tau Phi Kappa pledge. Sincerely, Margaret Horton. “Oh, of course I understand now,” he said. I might have kuown. I suppose Mabel Winters told her my name. Jove, I’d like to meet that charming young person. Wonder if I have a card to the Senior Prom. Oh, yes, here it is in this mail too. I am going to write and I can’t find out soon- er what she will think of me.” The note caused more excitement than he dreamed of when

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10 HIGH the clash exercises. J PROGRAMME. 1. Peasant’s Wedding March— Soderman, - VALPARAISO HIGH SCHOOL OCTETTE. 2. Address of Welcome — Class President, W. ARTHUR HALL. 3. My Lady Chlo’ — Leigh ter, V. H. S. OCTETTE. 4. Oration — Why Japan Should Win, - GORDON NORRIS. 5. Oration — Specialists and Specialism, ARTHUR LOUDERBACK. 6. Oration— True Philanthropy, AURETTA HOYT AGNEW. 7. A Song of Sunshine — Thomas, GENEVIEVE FREEMAN BAUM. 8. Class Prophecy — - FLORA COBB. 9. Selection — - MALE QUARTETTE. ANNUAL 1904. 10. Decision of Judges — 11. Away to the Woodlands — V. H. S. OCTETTE. 12. The Court Scene of the Merchant of Venice— Characters: The Duke — Rudolph Bartholomew Antonio — W. Arthur Hall Bassanio — Ross Brown Gratiano — Gordon Norris Salerio — Bruce Jones Shylock — Leigh Lawrence Clerk— Carl Sweney Portia — Auretta Hoyt Agnew Nerissa — Ethel Anne Gardner