Waveland High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Waveland, IN)

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n 10 i t ? r a r n P Ell ss ill ahr ICnat ICrttrr OMMENCEMENT was near at hand, and the Jackson family had many things to do. for Eavyln was going to graduate from college and her dress had not yet been started. The morning the story opens found the girl and her mother sitting on the front porch dis- cussing her graduation outfit. Mrs. Jackson said. You know my dear, we cannot afford as expensive an outfit as your chum’s. I have just decided to get some white mull. “Well, mother. was the reply. If we put it in the hands of a good dressmaker it can be made up very prettily. That is what I wanted to talk to you about, for we must make it ourselves. As Eavyln knew it was useless to argue with her mother, she submitted. The next week, after the dress was finished, some girls came to call on Eavyln. When she had shown them her dress with the Battenberg trimming. Lucile Walton thought it would be a good chance to tease her. so she said: Well, well! won’t the Professor be pleased when he sees you so radiant? All the girls joined in the chorus, saying: Oh! yes. won't he though. Eavyln blushed, but did not dispute their words. The next evening found Eavyln on the front porch in a brown study. “1 wonder who will miss me most when I graduate, and how the dear old college will look when I come home from teaching at Christmas time? Yes. it is right! One’s greatest pleasure is school life, and 1 am leaving it forever. Some of my dearest friends, too, she mused, and a picture of Thomas Moore came before her eyes. “Do I really care. I wonder? she asked aloud. Professor Moore came up the steps slowly and softly. A penny for your thoughts. Miss Jackson! Eavyln drew herself up with a