Wallace School and Conservatory - Oor Ain Folk Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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The Cat The 22nd of April, about 1 I :30 P.M. Miss Lue locked up the downstairs as usual and aecended to the second floor. Knovvnig that everj ' one had gone to bed. she decided to do the same. Nicodemus had crept into the kitchen in the afternoon, hoping to find a mouse. As such thmgs are scarce around 82, he was not successful, so lay down behind a box m the pantry and went to sleep. When he awoke everything was quiet. This seemed a good time for an mvestigation of the place. He crept quietly through the kitchen, and up the back stairway, passed Miss Lues door, and turned down the hall. Hearing a strange, snorting noise, when near the first doors, he was frightened and ran back. But he gathered up courage and tried again. Thi; time he stopped to listen and found this to be a chorus of snores, the occupants of these two rooms running in competition. He came to the next door and eavesdropping discovered that these kiddies were not asleep, but discussing the men as usual. Then he came to the foot of the stairs and contemplated whether to go up, or back to the pantry for the rest of the night, when all at once there was a sudden outburst from the nearby door, slightly ajar. He heard the weirdest stories of wild times, then a voice, Oh, girls do go to sleep, what do you think I came to bed for? So the excitement was hu. hed up here, and not wanting to miss anything, Nicodemus decided to go up that other flight of stairs. At the top he spied a light in the front room, and three little girls were having a show. This included make-ups. ballet dancing, style shows, etc. Mr. Cat watched this until he nearly split his sides laughing. On his way out he heard something weird from another room and still craving excitement approached this one. At first he couldn ' t catch all but finally heard — But fools rush— in where angels — fear to tread. There is — no such— thing as love. Next someone says. Shut up, and don ' t keep the neighbors awake. This struck Nicodemus very funny, but he didn ' t laugh this time, only he began to wonder what queer specimens this house contained. .Across the hall he peeoed into the south room and what a feast he saw. Two small children ready for bed, were sitting on the floor, their backs to the door. The blinds were all carefully pulled down and before them, on the floor were two candles, four bottles and any amount of eats. Mr. Cat approaching, quietly pushed ooen that squeaking door. What was that? cried Pink Top. Was it in the Ghost Room? Thinking how selfish they were. Nicodemus made a grab for a piece of chicken. These poor children, frightened into hysterics, rcreamed and jumped upon the bed. Instantly the whole house was aroused. It was the Ghost, I saw it, I saw its eyes, cried one. covering her own eyes. Oh. yes. Oh. ye , I heard it scurry through here a minute ago, came from the second floor back. By that time Miss Lue had arrived. Her astonishment was making her hair stand on end. What does this mean? What are you doing? This brought them back to their senses, but as they ruefully surveyed the eats one girl missed the chicken from her plate, Miss Lue, do ghosts eat? — Ghosts! You silly child, there are no ghosts. But I saw something with horrible looking eyes spring across the room and my chicken is gone. Really! If you are so hungry that vou get up at midnight to eat, I should think you might be willing to share with a famished ghost. However I met Nicodemus in the hall as I came up. and I think I will take all this food down to him and save some bad headaches tomorrow. Nicodemus, by the aid of the broom, was soon on the back porch. He had been compelled to run for his life, but concluded it was worth it all. after the entertainment he enjoyed. 31 N. S. ' 22.

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■I j| H|[H| V 1 R ' ■ - -j ilm.1 Bm SI if j yjly ' ' HI ii HH w l ■ 1 Chorus Group Chorus Recital Miss Virgilia Wallace, directress Auditorium of Broacl St. M. E. Churc ' :, Monday Evening. June 6, 1921 Program Chceur ni A Canzonetta Lento Polichnielle Pastorale To You Pickaninny Snuggle Song Mrs. Mills Miss White Miss Havens Miss Rauch Hope - . - . Concert Pedal Study Cantata — Pan on a Summer Day Mrs. Mill Chorus 30 Kinder MeVer-I lelmuna C )iil Scolt Rachmaninoff Bizet Rodnhcelf C ]i ' ilion Smith Von V on Paul i i6s

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OOR AIN FOLK The Home and Heart of Aunt Cindy You. Lijah! called Aunt Cuidy from withui the cabin, ef you doan ' keep out ' n dat vvateh. I is sholy gwine ter war you ter plum frazzle. ' ass ' m. replied Lijah, contmumg to wiggle his small dusky body about m the water, and feeling with his toes for the ground, as he swung by the tips of his fingers from the gallery. But when his mother suddenly appeared in the doorway, with a well-sea- soned bunch of switches in her hand, he crawled, chuckling, up on the wet planks, and stretched himself there like a baby alligator in the warm noon-day sun. Three days before, the levee over on the big swollen river had broken, and the waters from the crevasse were swirling about Aunt Cmdy Washington ' s cabin, and rushing away, yellow and foaming, in an angry current that was cutting a huge channel for itself across the very heart of the country. From the cabin it looked like a vast sea. spreading as far as the eye could reach to the south and west. The first onslaught of the flood had carried away nearly all the cabins and houses scattered about the isolated negro settlement of Win Church; those that remained threat- ened every moment to topple over into the widening stream, on whose surface floated the forlorn majs of wreckage. — shingles, doors, window-shutters, odds and ends of house- hold goods, chicken coops, animals, living and dead, that told its own pitiful story of destruction. The inhabitants had been removed to a place of safety by relief boats. But Aunt Cindy had stoutly refused to abandon her cabin. De onderpinnin ' o ' dish yer cabin, she declared, ain lak de onderpinnin ' o ' dem yander triflin ' no- ' count cabins, caze Sol Washington, my ole man, is put dish yer cabin up wi ' his own hands befo ' he was tuk ' n ter glory, an ' I knows hits gwine ter stan ' ! The queer, ramshackle little structure which Uncle Sol Washington had put up with his own hands. had one room and a front gallery, and in ordinary times it sheltered Aunt Cindy, her four daughters. — Polly. Dicy. Sal. and Viny — and her one eleven year old boy. Lijah. Just now, however, it must be confessed, the cabin was somewhat crowded. A calf, which had drifted against the back door, and had been lifted in and warmed back to life, now trotted like a kitten m and out of the open door- way. A big flop-eared hound dog lay in a corner of the fireplace. A litter of pigs grunted m a corner. I clar ' ter goodness, said Aunt Cmdy. the second morning, as she fished out a coop of half-drowlied chickens, hits edzacktly lak de zark dat ole Noah done builded at de comman ' o ' de Lord! Lijah sunned himself in his wet clothes, now staring dreamily at the sky, now watching Polly, who was rescuing a box. Suddenly he scrambled to his feet, and gazed intently over the yellow sea. The next moment he plunged headlong into the water, where for a second he disappeared, then rose, spluttering and blowing. Polly ran for- sard. You Lije. she gasped, come out ' n dat water dis minute! Does you wanter drown yo ' self? Mammy gwine ter w ' ar you ter er — She stopped abruptly, her mouth wide open and her eyes dilated. Lijah was pushing his way slowly against the incoming waves. He caught a whitish mass from out of the rapid current. He turned with difficulty and labored back, pushing the drift before him. .As he came up. Polly, who had been too terrified to utter a word, seized him and drew him into the cabin. Then she looked down at the jetsam he had towed in, and gave a screech which brought Aunt Cindy, the girls, and the dog flying out. It was indeed a strange little craft which lay alongside the Zark — a tiny cradle, mattress, water-soaked and stained. Lying upon it under her pinned coverlet was a four or five months ' old girl baby, white and delicate as a snow drop. She was clad in a long white night-gown, which was open at 32