Western Oregon University - Yearbook (Monmouth, OR)

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M. YWMMWi M74, , 7;?wa 1. NORMAiS DILEMMA A keen November-wind was whistling bitingly around the corners and gables of the house on Sixth street, as, Norma Gaylord swung her shining new-club skates over her shoulder, arid proceeded toward the home of her bosom friend, June Burton. A light. skiff of feathery snow had fallen duringthe morning, beautifully powdering the streets and housetops; but the wind was now busily blowing all traces of it away to make room,'it seemed, for the faint glints of sunlight which came glimmering thru the dun-colored clouds. ; , Norma was a High School girl in thelittle village of Miltonvale, and ialtho unusually jolly and bright tempered, her face was now clouded with a heavy shadow of dissatisfaction. It was just a week before Thanksgiving, and, of course, the High School bunch were pre- , paring the usual number of good times relative to the season of -. the year. Norma was exceedingly popular, and always a leader' in the, social life of the school, but this year she had faithfully promised , her mother to return home for Thanksgiving. She was already beginning . to regret her promise, for to miss the pleasures of Thanksgiving week in Milton; ale was to sacrifice much indeed. 7 Normais mother was a widow, who by almost superhuman efforts was contriving to scrape and save money enough to keep her talented: daughter in school. How great a struggle she was making, me one, ,- but herself quite realized. Manynand many a wearyhight the lonely mother sewed frantically until long after midnight, thatiNorma might be sufficiently clothed and provided for at school. a I As Norma walked down the street she thought of her unbreten; tious home with a shudder of-disgust, comparing it mentally With the surrounding dwellings. ttThank Heaven! she whispered to herself; tithat nobody here knows weire poorer than church mice at heme, pr I should die of mortification. I'm not going home Thanksgiving either!- for I can save my railroad fare to buy me anew evening dress. Kat e Brooks would glory in my departure too much, because Harry Turner: .. m.' . ugh; . , , v why -. , . .. . n.3n A . . n , 'm' War. :zwemva waif? i. Imd'yziiy'l'hi ; 1 www