Wells High School - Crimson and Gray Yearbook (Southbridge, MA)

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10 THE CRIMSON AND GRAY my ear that I am pretty and everyone else is odd. The next day was bright and frosty. 1 went downstairs and found my handsome Apollo reading a book. Oh, I exclaimed, Come out doors and we will go tobogganing. He said something that I didn ' t understand, and then decided he would go in half an hour. Now wasn ' t that thoughtful of him? I know he wanted to give me plenty of time to get ready. I ' m sure he is wild about me. Iu twenty minutes I went down to him, all ready to start. I thought I wouldn ' t keep him waiting for me any longer, although lie did give me a half hour. Wasn ' t that kind of me? Some girls wouldn ' t be so thoughtful. Here I am, I said convivially. Great Scott! he ejaculated. I suppose he was so glad I hadn ' t kept him waiting the full half hour. So we went to the most wonderful place, he and I together, Little Red Book. Oh, it was thrilling. He had me sit on the tobog- gan and then he aimed it down hill. Now keep your eyes on that big tree, said he. Then he gave a mighty push. Faster and faster flew the toboggan; larger and larger loomed the tree. And then — crash — and blackness. Oh, it was awful. Wheu I came to, I was so afraid my Apollo had been killed. But he was just walking down the hill. I wanted you to have the joy of the first ride all to yourself, he explained, devotedly. I did, dear lad, said I, jumping to niv feet. Think of it, Little Red Book. I called him dear. You must go right home, said he. What for? said I. You must have a sprained ankle, wrist or something. He was so anxious ! I knew I was all right, but he insisted, so I went back to the house. Oh, Little Red Book, he is so thoughtful of me. When we got home he insisted I must go right to bed and stay there until train time, Sunday. But I couldn ' t bear to be away from him so long. So I got up Saturday afternoon and went downstairs. He was sitting on the sofa trying to amuse some young lady. But he got up when he saAv me. He grabbed me by both shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. Oh, I felt so spiffy. He gazed for a long time; then he said tenderly, Little girl, you must go back to your room, you will get tired. Oh, Little Red Book, I am so happy, I hate to leave. I know my Apollo is just crazy about me. Or why would he take such tender care of me? And why would he gaze into my eyes — and sigh? And why did he let me have the toboggan all to myself? Why, clear little book ? Oh, I am so happy ! Muriel Grimwade, ' 21. A FLAPPER ' S DIARY 1 was looking at the Hilltop today in skule. There was a dairy of an aight years old boy in it and evrybody that red it laufed at it and I no a dairy is a serius thing an nobudy oughto lauf at one. So I decided I ' d write a dairy and send it to the Crimson and Gray and show that aight years old fellos what a sencible dairy is. Sept. 8. Skule comenced a long tyme ago, but I just came today. I mas knew skolar from Wylde held. When I lived there I be- longed to the Never Look at Men Club. This P. M. at 2.30 I came to skule and Mr. Clemet was there. He is an awful thin tall man and a lady came along and called him Skylark. Imagin calling the principle pet names. So this lady said to me, you better go to Miss Okefesroom. She shoded me the door and I went in and Miss Okefesroom gave me a desk and let me look at the Hill- top. So here I ' m writeing this dairy. I saw an awful nice looking boy, awfully taul with bleu eyes, peraps he ' s a senior but there were some young girls with him so peraps he isnt. Sept. 9 A. M. Before skule. I brought my dairy along to put down any eyedears that came to mee. Evrybody calls the princle Skylark. I think it is very funny. 9.00 Skylark is a senior, his last name is West not Clemet. Youno I went in the ofise and a taul fello was standing there looking at a Latin Book and I ses to him, Don ' t you think its funny all the skolars caul the principle Skylark and he ses what ! only I cant make it so loud as he said. And he ses no I don ' t think its funny you see I ' m the principle. I turned from scarlet to snowhite and tried to go out, but he ses I see you maide a mistake. And then he said Skylark just happened to be in the ofise that tyme and Miss Crocker had kyndly given me deyerections to go to Miss Okefes- room. Tomorrow I cango to French down stairs with Miss Sliehand. 10.00. I ' m in what you caul a study room, this period, but its a peculia name to give it Evrybudy is having a goud tyme. LOO. Ive had a most peculia tyme this

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MIRTH ' lYSTtRy LITERATURE W-J-RYftlA OH, LITTLE RED BOOK Oh, Little Red Book, I am having the most wonderful time at Ethel ' s house party, and I know everyone else is so glad I ' m here, for they are all so thoughtful of me. I chanced to read about the party in the society col- umn, and thought that it would be such a good time to visit Ethel and meet all her friends. You remember, Little Book, that I met Ethel once at college. So I packed my bags and suitcases, and arrived here yester- day afternoon. Of course, you were packed safe away in my bag, Little Book, for I couldn ' t go away over a week-end without confiding the secrets of my soul to yon. When I arrived at the house I heard mnsic and laughing inside, but I was unabashed, so pushed the door open and walked in with my bags aud suitcases. The guests were all dancing and didu ' t notice me at first. So I said, Whoo-whoo, boys and girls, I ' ve come to join your party. I ' m glad I know when to do the proper thing, Little Book. One can ' t help but win friends, when one is so sparkling and full of perfectly splendid feel- ing of comradeship. A soulful looking Apollo approached me, and asked in a voice like a rippling brook in a shaded wood, Did you carry in your trunk too? Wasn ' t that thoughtful of him? Boys are so wonderful and full of feeling for the other sex. I ' m sure he was quite crazy about me. Then Ethel came up. I don ' t think she recognized me at first, but I soon explained that I met her once at a dance at college, aud then she took me upstairs and gave me a per- fectly wonderful room. Oh, Little Red Book, I ' d like to stay here always. Then I dressed aud went downstairs, pos- iug on the landing for a full five minutes be- hind a large purple fan. How coquettish I must have looked ! Finally I said convivially, Whoo-whoo, boys and girls. I ' m here again. Good Heavens, said Ethel. I suppose she Avas thankful that I hadu ' t remained upstairs longer. Ethel introduced me to the handsome Apollo whom I ' d met earlier in the day, and just to show him how convivial I was, I asked him to dance with me. So he grabbed me and pushed me around. It was wonderful. Would you mind putting your fan over your face? said he. Ah, replied I, you think it makes me look coquettish, you boy, you, aud I poked him to show him I was convivial. He pushed me around twice. Wasn ' t it uice of him, Little Red Book? I felt just as if I were treading on clouds. He said it was his feet. Wasn ' t that clever? Oh, boys are so wonderful. He then left me as he had an engagement. Short but Sweet, I cleverly said to him in repartee. I saw a handsome chap leaning against the fireplace. He looked lonesome, so I asked him if he did not wish to dance with me? Oh, if people only knew how to do the proper thing as I do! I wonder why I am so popular? I can ' t understand why the boys are so crazy about me. Why, within teu minutes I had danced with every fellow in the room. Is it my looks that attract them? Many a time I ' ve looked in the mirror and wondered. Am I pretty, Little Red Book? Come, whisper in

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THE CRIMSON AND GRAY 11 afternoon right at ' ta lunch 1 went into Eng- lish classe and when 1 said, Miss Okefes- l ' ooin where does ourlesson begin, she looked at me and her eyes got awful big and the other skolars all laufed and the kid next to me said, Where d ' you get that stuff. I said what stuff, and he said Okefesroom and I said isnt that her name and she said no aw- ful harsh and told me to stay afta skule an our. Well I passed through the rest of the tyuie aud theu 1 went to Chemistry. O when ever have I reeseeveil such a bio, words from Shakespeer. The senior that 1 told you about darling dairy isn ' t a senior hes Mister Good-row the teacher. P. S. I have organ- ized a knew Never Look at Men Club. ' ' September It). 1 went to skule erly this morning and there was too girls in the haul and I run up to them and I ses are you in my French classe? And one looked at me and kind a laufed and ses I think you will find I am and 1 thot it was not very nice way to speek to mee so I ses that ' ll be nice ineniiig the other way. I went along the corridoor and I heard too girls tanking and they said Such nerve to ask Miss She-hand ef she was in her class and then I new what the other girl laufed at me for. P. S. The uther girls name wus Miss B. Smith but gosh anyone mite think they was seniors. Monday, Sept. 13. Eve. Gee they have young Freshmen in this Hi Skoul I asked a little boy how old he was and he ses I ' m 10 thank-you. He had glasses on. I had a funny tyme in Miss O ' Keefes Room today (she shoded me how to spel her name las week) Friday she told us to right an story about the Beuties of Nature. She says to mee. Have you ritten your story and I said I went to the Lieberry and I looked at all the biographies and the fary storyes and I couldn ' t find anything about them Beauties and she looked at me, hard, and then she went out o the room and Mr. Cle- niet came in (the right one not Skjdark) and he talked a whyle and wrot a letter to my mother. She Avent up afta skule and peraps I ' m going away from this skule. Yu no I ' m so brite I need an advansed skule. Any way I ' m going to send this dairy to the Crimson and Gray becaus then when I get famus you can say She went to skoul with mee. LAUGHING BRINGS LUCK On a curbstone sat a little ragged boy crying. Beside him sat his dog, Ginger. Ginger was trying to comfort him, or seemed to be, for every few minutes he licked the little boy ' s hand, -lust as Jim, for this was the little boy ' s name, was crying hardest, a merry little girl came skipping along. What ' s the matter with you, Jim? ), licllo, M-maggie, he replied between sobs. lias anyone been hurting you? Jim shook his head. Are you hungry? ' Again she received the same answer. Well, what does ail you? I ' ve g-got to get a 1-license for Ginger, and I ' ve g-got only ten c-cents. The p-pohce- man gave mine until to-night, aud then til- they ' ll put him in the p-pound. Where are your two brothers, Jim? the little girl asked. Selling n-newspapers. Why don ' t you sell some? They wont let m-me. They t-told me I was too 1-little. If I were in your place, I ' d stop crying anyway and hope that something would come along, was Maggie ' s comforting re- mark. Such a thing seemed impossible. But as he was deciding the matter, Jim picked up a pebble and threw it across the street. Im- mediately Ginger bounded after it and brought it back to his master. Then there appeared a smile on Jim ' s face and he said proudly, That ' s only one of his tricks. Let ' s see the others, said Maggie. Jim made him beg, roll over, sit up and finally walk on his hind legs. By this time Jim was really laughing. Just then another laugh was heard and looking around, Jim saw a man evidently en- joying the performance. Just the children I ' ve been looking for, he said to himself. Then out loud, Are you three going to be busy for a few minutes? No, said Jim. Then how would you like to be in the moving pictures? The real movies? Of course they would. So the man took them down the street a little way and again Ginger went through his tricks for the camera man. When they had finished, the man gave each of them fifty cents, fifty for Jim, fifty for Ginger, and fifty for Maggie. Now, I can get Ginger ' s license, said Jim. That night three happy boys, Jim and his two brothers, and also a dog were gathered in a back room. Upon the wall was the sign Laughing Brings Luck, which was from that time to be their motto. . D. D.