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

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■I fi ni OOR AIN FOLK . ' id4: UL| Elegy To Our Pigeons We had two hiidi at WallacL ' School One named Miss Cee, the other Miss Lue We rescued them from the roof one dav Thinlfing to save the pets would pay. On the second day Miss Cee ri ' ent Ti ' est We called on John to do his best By the aid of his ah ' avs handy broom He carried Miss Cee to an early tomb. Miss Lue was placed on the balcony high We never thought that she would die But Clara — the cruelest of her sex — Cut, with the scissors, the wee bird ' s necl(. And now our pets are lying at rest Bui we ' re awfully glad wc did our best And the liveliest dead foU(s you ever did see Are their walking spirits — Miss Lue and Miss Cee! E. T. 72. An Analysis Name Ann H.ll Miss Pratt Florence Mapes Dorothy Fink Naomi Schnener Audrey Know! ton Oillie Ross Miss Gee Clara Wallace Mrs. Fairbanks Sara Watts Ambition Artist To be a great harpist To teach music To make money To give lectures on etiquette Gossip Editor of Hicksville News To be world ' s greatest cellist Sawing wood Owner of Ross Champion Dog catcher Kennels Destination Barn painting The heavenly choir An organ grinder U. S. Mint To be choral director Opera singer To be judge To be a vamp .i4 Raring jays and warblers Salvation .Army soloist Referee in Nursery Snake charmer

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said she little Its inmates. But it was and Lijah her Dovie, the throat, showing her round dimpled neck. The soft rings of brown hair that curled about her forehead were wet and glistening. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks cold and pale. Get de kettle er hot water. Dicy, ordered Aunt Cindy. Stir yo ' se ' f. gal! Polly, fetch Lijah a swallow o ' pepper sass. Punch up de fiah. Sal. Po li ' l gal chile. Dere am ' t much bref lef m yo ' body, honey. ' Half an hour later the baby, lying on Aunt Cindy ' s lap, opened her blue eyes languidly, and looked at the wondering group gathered around her. Dar now! Aunt Cindy, comfortably, I gwine ter git her somefin ' ter eat, an ' den I be boun given ter be lively. The little creature pursed up her pretty mouth and began to whimper as her eyes went from face to face. But catching sight of Lijah, she smiled, reached out her hand and clasped one of his fingers. From that moment the baby grew and thrived in the water-girt cabin, from Aunt Cindy herself, down to Viny, the youngest child, adored her. to Lijah most of all that she clung with( all the strength of her baby heart never wearied of toting her around the crowded room. They called thinking of the Dove in the Bible. One morning, several months after the flood Aunt Cindy took some eggs to town. At the station of Win Church she saw a light carriage, drawn by two sleek horses. When she saw its owner she said, Dullaw! Ef dat ain ' hi ' Marse Jack Mannin ' ! Howdy. Marse Jack? The young man shook hands with her heartily. And then Aunt Cindy asked, An whar is you lef Miss Nannie? He said. Nannie is in the station. Go and see her. Aunt Cindy. The young woman who was seated m the little waiting room, threw herself, with a sob, into the arms of the faithful old soul who had nursed her when she was a baby. Oh, Mammy I Mammy! she moaned. What ' s de matter, honey? asked Aunt Cindy. The story which Mrs. Manning told through her tears was a sad one. She told her that her little baby girl, sleeping in her crib, had been carried away in the crib and was drowned in the flood. When Aunt Cindy had heard the description of the little baby girl she became very much excited and insisted that Mrs. Manning go with her to her cabin at once. It needed no coaxing to induce Mrs. Manning to go with her old nurse. When Mrs. Manning entered the cabin and saw Dovie, she sank to the floor with a cry of surprise and joy. Doan ' you be skeered, Marse Jack, said Aunt Cindy, she aint gwine ter die. Dat kin er joy doan ' kill. She laid the child in the mother ' s outstretched arms. Why, honey, I might er knowed dat dis baby b ' long ter we-all ' s fambly. Polly ain ' you got no manners? Fetch er chair fer Master Jack! I ain ' shout since de Win Church is tumble inter de flood but, I sholy is gwine to shout now. Glory! And the high triumphant cry of the old negress went echoing away like a trumpet tone on the clear morning air. B. S. ' 22. 33

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B|g fi Pl OOR AIN FOLK 1 A Senior Class Meeting It was Tuesday, to be more exact it was one forty-five. Now you who have known Wallace this last year will probably ask if Miss Lue was not hearing her Seniors at- tempt to slay Virgil. She was not. After hearing our plea for Virgil and also for a class meeting she had consented to let him rest and to give us the time to discuss our very im- portant affairs. You understand, of course, that there are matters of very great im- portance to discuss for you see we are Seniors. The minutes of the last meeting had been read. The ways and means committee, and every one else for that matter, had argued themselves out of breath. All the lat- est acquirements in the way of men had been duly discussed and for the first time since the meeting opened one could hear oneself think. Where do you suppose we shall all be a year from now? It was Jinny Arm- strong and for the last few minutes she had been thinking. I will be having a good time. I am sure of that. Liz Hill was merely stating a fact we all knew. It does seem queer to think that m such a short time we will be scattered every- where. It was hardly expected from Dot Fink, still she looked very serious as she said it. The grins diminished and even the men were forgotten at this. I suppose Geneva and I shall be struggling with energetic children next year, at- tempting to teach them their A, B, C ' s, remarked Nelle. Yes, and Margaret and I also. agreed Clara, looking at Margaret with a smile. Well you may be struggling with them but I will be struggling with more books. How I wish you could gel a college education without having to go. or at least to study, sighed Elizabeth. You don ' t suppose any more of us will be married do you? queried Audrey. Not you, anyway, laughed Betty Shaaf. There isn ' t any doubt about Frances observed Margaret. She will just con- tinue to break hearts. No one has a right to be so good looking. Well, said Sara, I am not quite sure what I will do. But probably I shall go to college next year. And so it went on. Each one knew just what she was going to do or be and if she didn ' t some one else did. Janice could not quite decide whether to be a movie actress or be married. We thought her quite pretty enough for either. Betty Boyd said her life work would be to cook her father his breakfast, lunch and dinner, seven times a week. Just then someone remembered it was late and that Miss Gee was waiting for a music lesson. So with quaking knees she hastened off to the studio, while we decided to meet sometime in the future, and leaving all cares behind us to discuss the happenings of the intervening years. Won ' t it be interesting to see us then? We may be gray and oh, I wonder if any of us will still have it bobbed? B. B. ' 22. 35