West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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A week passed. Betty did all that the others wanted her to do. The days were full of fun for all. But many times Betty would slip away from the crowd and always would be found in her favorite spot. Jack was plainly worried. Betty had been his best school pal. He was planning and working, in fact, this whole outing had been planned by him for her benefit. Would Betty plan something? He was anxiously awaiting her response to his plan. Two more days passed, and Sue was busy with her surprisal, as she termed it. All were eagerly waiting for it to be sprung, for Sue was next to Betty in thinking up good times. Evening came. Sue ' s party was one that no one expected. So different! It was a regul ar childrens ' party. They had held all their meals in the open, had swimming contests, short stories, and childrens ' games, and then, to top it all, a big bonfire was built and stories told. After a while, the group gradually separated and Jack and Sue started down the beach. They reached the boulder, and sat down busily talk- ing all the while. About three yards from the boulder sat Betty. As she sat there, looking out over the water, she seemed asleep. She did not know how long Jack and Sue had been talking before she noticed that they were there. She was attracted by hearing her name. Jack was talking. You know. Sue, you are almost taking Betty ' s place. Don ' t in- terrupt me, you know you are. If Betty was our old Betty, she would plan just such a day as this for us. Sue, Betty doesn ' t seem to care to get well. She makes no effort. Sue, I ' d give anything if she ' d only use her imagination! I don ' t believe she is even planning a good time like the rest of you girls did. With this, the two arose and started back to the cottage. Betty sat still. Was it true? Was Sue taking her place with Jack? It seemed to her as if she had just heard something for the first time, for ages. Well, I ' ll just show all of them. I ' ll show them I can plan a good time. Use my imagination ! You bet I will. Betty arose and slipped to her own room to think. It was slow, hard, work at first. It all seemed new and strange to her. The next day, for the first time, Betty and Jack walked out down the beach. After that walk. Jack wore a puzzled look as if half ex- pecting something. He said nothing to the others, however. Their last real day at the beach came. The weather was like the people, in an undecided state of expectancy. What was going to happen? It looked like rain for a while, then it cleared up again and, worst of all, Betty kept to the house. All the rest of the young people were out on the beach. When they all came back to the cottage, Betty and her mother were waiting for them with two huge baskets all packed. We ' re all going away back into the woods for a change, every- thing we ' ve done so far, has been near the beach. Mother and I saw a good place to picnic about a mile from here, on our way out, we ' re going to hike there for a real picnic. Too surprised to say anything, they all prepared to start. Jack bustled around like mad. His face beaming with delight. Such a lunch! And I planned it all myself. Betty exclaimed. That night they had their usual bonfire on the beach. They were all tired out. And after toasting marshmallows for a while, they separated into groups and walked along the cool beach. The next morning, in the crush of packing, Betty slipped out and went down to her favorite spot for the last time. She had not been there long when Jack joined her. They sat in silence for a while, then Jack said: Betty, I ' ve been trying to think what happened to make

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Betty Needs Awakening Bessie Close The Cottages near the beach were all in a state of excitement. This was being placed and moved. Everything was having the last touches put upon it. Surely some great personage was expected. To the people working, a great person was coming. Betty Smith, their beloved schoolmate, who had been so sick was to arrive in the after- noon. Just before graduation, Betty had had a nervous breakdown and although she had recovered physically, she was not yet her old self. She wasn ' t interested in anything and always had a dreamy, listless look in her eyes. Her friend, by much planning, had persuaded Mrs. Smith and Betty to spend two weeks at the beach. Thank goodness that ' s done. I ' m so tired I ' m ready to die. All you have to do now is to see that Betty and Mrs. Smith have a lunch when they get here. Oh, by the way, Sue, is Jane ready to carry out her part of our plan? We ' ll all rest tonight but we ' ll be ready for a good time tomorrow. Oh yes, don ' t worry about Jane doing her share for Betty. I ' ll go in and see about that lunch now. Sue ran off, entered the cottage, and started to work harder than ever. Suddenly she looked at the clock, only half an hour to dress in! Jane! Jane! come and help me dress. Jane came in all dressed and ready for Betty. Well, Sue, what are you so excited about, you only have to change your apron. Just as if Betty ' s coming wasn ' t enough to excite anyone. At the end of the half hour, Jane and Sue joined the rest of the young people who were out watching for the auto that was to bring Betty. Soon some one yelled, its coming, and before the rest could add anything, the auto had stopped and Jack was assisting Betty and Mrs. Smith from the automobile. Jane and Sue looked at one another. Surely this was the old Betty. She looked so beautiful in her trim hat and thin dress. But no, she was pale and tired-looking. It seemed to require an effort for her to speak. Jane went to the rescue. Now don ' t all be bothering Betty with questions until she ' s rested. Come on up to our cottage, Betty, and rest for a while. Betty, Mrs. Smith, and Jane went up to the cottage. Some of the boys started to get wood for a big fire that night. Sue and Jack started to walk slowly back to the cottage. Jack had a pained expres- sion on his face. Sue, did you see how she looked? Just as if she wanted to go straight back home. Oh, I do hope this will help her. Sue, you ' ll do your best to help her, won ' t you? Just as if I wouldn ' t do anything for Betty. Say Jack, don ' t think you ' re the only one that likes her. The next morning all were up early, but none earlier than Jane. Their plan was to keep Betty amused all the while without tiring her. Today, was Jane ' s day to provide the fun. As she was strolling along the beach, she passed the huge boulder, as they called it, and suddenly came upon Betty. Why, up so early Betty? It ' s my turn to worry today. I just felt like coming out here, and I found this lovely spot and sat down. Betty, do you want to know what we ' re going to do today? And from that time on, Jane talked incessantly to Betty for half an hour.

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you wake up. Betty slowly said, Oh, nothing in particular. I just started to use my imagination again. Jack looked at her in a strange manner but said nothing for a time. Betty, do you know Sue has Bob ' s class ring? Has she? Yes, Betty, won ' t you take mine? Well, Jack, I suppose now that I ' m using my imagination, and have been awakened, I imagine I will? and she smiled. Betty, you ' ve got the best imagination of all the girls. Somehow I like your plans best. TOAST TO THE GRAD Here ' s to the sweet girl grad, In prohibition ' s H20 May she survive her tender years. And live to gather in the dough ; And pile it up in dollar disks. Or cut it out in natty rings, To grace the table of the gink. Who buys her hats and other things. Roses and song birds be hers. With never a cruel thorn To cumber the path she must tread, That the feet of the mothers have worn. Presidents, princes, and men, Be her gift to the world ' s strife And a soft aureole of love for a crown. To brighten a beautiful life. Here ' s to the breezy male grad, Whose downy cheek announces him. An infant in the hands of fate, With destiny obscure and grim. May he forget his former view, That life is but a mammoth cheese, Within whose meaty masses men Like mice disport them as they please. May he bestir and wake, And take the part that waits, For action, action and the grip That steers the course of states. The future ' s to the young, And bright indeed it dawns, Be men in life ' s great game and not, As puppet blocks or pawns. I