Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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30 oUr-DIRE OUR GRANDMOTHERS SCHOOL. llear little grandmother of mine. how funny vou would look to us to-day, tripping daintily along to school, your brown curls escaping from your little poke bonnet, which was tied under your chin with a huge bow: your pret- ty. ruffled dress, stilllv starchedg and your tiny, dainty slippers book and gaily would show us that you were on your way to for Young La- with their gay buckles. The flowered bag on your arm Miss Sharps Select Academy dies, where the course of study which you pursued consisted of music, dancing, orthog- raphy, geography and all sorts of embroidery and needlework, Your straight little back. which, even now, scorns the alluring comforts tif an easy chair, shows the result of Miss Sharp's rigid training. rXs if the stately old red brick house and the straightbacked, hair cloth chairs themselves were not enough to remove all desire to slouch, you were required to sit in the drawing room for hours each day and practice Hdeportment and carriage with the aid of a backboard. .Xnd what a strange room it was! The pic- ture of Miss Sharp's father in a powdered wig seowled down on the row of geraniums on the narrow window sills as though he considered their brilliant colors wholly out of keeping with the gloomy dignity of the room, Un the mar- ble-toppeil table in the exact center of the room was a family llible, a family photograph album, and a bowl of wax tloners, .X wheezy little organ stood in one corner and when visiting parents were present the most accomplished young ladies were called forth lu perform upon it, ln a sideboard nearby wine and cakes were kept, and these delicacies were brought forth on state occasions, such as when the reetor call- ed, but. alas, forbidden fruits are always tempt- ing, and l fear that you and Madge sometimes sampled the fruit Cake, which was the pride of Miss -lemima's heart, instead of practicing your duet, Hpposite this sideboard was a high mas- sive secretary and a haircloth sofa and chairs completed the furnishings. ls it to be wonder- ed at that with such an atmosphere as this Miss Sharp succeeded in sending forth her vonng la- dies worthy to occupy a fitting position in their polished and rehned eirclcf liehind the drawing room was the school- room with its double desks scarred bv the pen- cils of many an idle pupil, flu a raised plat- form in front was the desk over which Miss Sharp presitled. liehind her was a blackboard, and on this she wrote out simple algebra prob- lems which you did with the greatest ease, but which were the trial of her unmathematical soul. She never could understand just why parents wished to have their daughters study this useless subject, but thought perhaps just a little might be advisable, so the girls might know what it was all about. I often wonder, little grandmother, what you would think of the hop, skip and jump, with which your youngest granddaughter starts for school. XYould her sturdy, scuffed little shoes horrify you, and her face, berry-brown from the sun and wind, cause you to turn aside your own pink and white sunbonneted one with alarm? flow it would amaze you to hear your elder granddaughter talk glibly of Latin, :Xl- gebra, Geometry, German and French! Xlihat use would a girl have for these! But, Grand- mother dear, won't you agree with me that eurythmics and athletics are far superior to the backboard methods? XYon't you confess that our sunny schoolrooms are much more at- tractive than Miss Sharp's drawing room? And last of all, don't you think that in spite of our more extended education and wider variety of amusements, we are the same little girls at heart as those playmates of yours in your own school days? ix, L, nec., '15, AN ONCOMING STORM. lt was an extremely warm afternoon in the middle of August. l left the cottage with a good book and a pillow, in search of a shady nook, where l should not be disturbed and where l could enjoy the fresh ocean breeze, A beautiful spot high upon a bluff overlooking the water and beach for miles around, enticed nie. .Xfter arranging my pillow, l began to read, but my mind wandered. and my surround- ings held my attention. f listened to the sweet notes of the birds as they hopped from bush to bush, and the buzz ofthe bees as they busied themselves in the heart of the honeysuckle. lirom where l lay, my hand could easily touch the daisy, buttercup and wild rose. The dragon tlies which alightcd on the tall, sharp blades of grass amused me. llow long l had been gifts l knew not, but I amine the frail petal of a wild rose and noticed gathering around the sinking. The ocean, blue when I first ob- interested in nature's raised myself to ex- that black clouds were sun, which was slowly which had been a deep N

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OUT-DIRE 29 to spend the day shopping in New York City, as she had an appointment with the dentist. A few weeks later she was with some friends to whom she related her experiences of that Mon- day in the following manner: Before getting on the train at jersey City, I asked the guard if that train wcnt to Sixth Avenue, New York, He replied that it did, so I stepped into the car and looked about for a comfortable seat near the front. Inst before we entered the tube, a very bashful bride and groom stepped up to me and asked if they might watch and get off when I did at Sixth Avenue, as they had never been in New York before, so I told them I should be very glad if I could be of any assistance to them. At Hoboken the conductor came through the car, and in a high and mighty voice, told us we would have to change cars, as that train did not go any further. The passengers were furious at this announcement after being told by the guard that the train would take them to Sixth Avenue. They all wished to go back and report him. and even threatened to do so. I looked around for the bride and groom, but could not see them anywhere, so I decided to get on the other train with the rest of the trav- elers, and as I was hurrying down the aisle for a seat, an elderly-looking woman stopped me and said, I heard you say you were going to Sixth Avenue, may I watch and get off when you do ? I told her I did not mind at all, only I was afraid I might lead her astray as I had the bride and groom, but she said that was not likely to happen again, so we found a seat where we both sat down and made ourselves comfortable for the remainder of the jour- ney. NVe talked about different things, and she was telling me all the troubles she had had in the past year, when I suddenly looked out of the window and the only thing I could see on the signboard was th Avenue. and knowing it must be Sixth Avenue, immediately got off, not looking to see whether the old woman had or not. Ikfell, if I wasn't angry when I found I had got off at Ninth ,Xvcnue instead of Sixth Avenue. As I stood there on the platform looking at the pouring rain and wondering what I should do, a man came up to me and said: XVhy. this isn't Sixth Avenue. I turned around and said, 'fVVell, who said it was? Then he told me he had heard me say I was going to Sixth Avenue, and, as he wished to go there also, he had hurriedly followed me OH? the train. I just looked at him and in a very cold tone said, ffvvell., can't I change my mind? He asked me if he might take me to the car under his umbrella, so we made our way to the street, where we boarded a car for the city. Xkfhen the conductor came for the fares, the only change I had was a dime, so he took it and rang up two fares. Ifor some reason he came back and the man offered his fare, but the conductor told him he had already got it. The man turned to me and asked me if I had paid it, and l told him I did. but that I eer- tainly had not meant to do so. Ifle laughingly gave me back my nickel. .Xs we neared Twen- ty-third Street I transferred, and when l hand- ed the conductor my transfer he laughed and I noticed I had got on the wrong car and was going in the wrong direction. .Xt the next corner, I left the car and went into an hotel nearby, where I telephoned the dentist to open his window and stick his head out every few seconds to sec that I should get there without having any further difficulties. M. XY. T., '15. SONG HITS OF 1915. Truth llinns .Xlong Came tT'J Ruth. Dollie lilraun Matilda llrown Dorothv ehallener Mary Crabtree Dorothy Crump llarriet Dally Adelia Iforncrook Flora Goehring I.ucile lrlartje -Iosephinc Ileckcl Kfary Ilogg Elinor -Iohnston Elizabeth -lohnstoi Eleanor Kelly Edna Love Anna Mcfandless Katharine Reed Jane Sheppard Edith Siefers .-Xlice Smith Mary Tener Iva Thomas Margaret XX'hite Emily XVolfe l XYhen You're a Long, Long XYay from Ilome. XX'hen the lirown-Up I.a- dies .Xct Like Iiabies. Follow the Crowd. I XYant to Linger. You Never Can Tell. On the QZIQ. 7 tlcase Don't Flirt lVith Ne. li o o d -by e, Girls, I'm Through. Tickling I,ove Taps. My I.ady of the Tele- phone. .Xt the llall, That's All. Still XYe Smile. Dancing .-Xround. XYhat is Done You Never Can Undo. The Grey Dove. They llad to Swim Hack to Shore. Xthen You're Away. Yon're Always XVelcome at Our House. fl, Those Days. Xtateh Your Step. They Start the Yictrola. They IYouldn't Believe Me. lVinter Nights. Mighty Lak' a Rose. L. I-I., '15.

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OUI-DIRE 31 served it, was now a dark green, almost black, and many Whitecaps could be seen curling toward the shore. Xafhat was that? A distant peal of thunder! As I watched, the sky be- came darker and the great black clouds cast shadows on water and shore. The wind was rising and the tall trees around me swayed from side to side, warning me of the approaching storm. The thunder was more distant now. and here and there a Hash of lightning streaked the clouds, which hung low over the earth. I was not far from the cottage, so I decided to remain until the storm broke, for its approach was a beautiful sight. The wind had in- creased and was now blowing a fgale. The waves appeared as huge rollers, and as they broke upon the shore the very earth seemed to quiver. Half a mile along the coast, the beach became narrower until the soft white sand dis- appeared and the rocks and cliffs rose directly from the sea. Upon these the waves were beat- ing with their mighty force and l could see the white spray rise and fall as they struck this wall of rock. The vivid flashes of lightning that occurred so frequently now, illuminated the heavens, and were followed by terrific claps of thunder. A flock of seagulls flew past me, only to descend and skim the top of the waves. Something damp and cooling blew in my face. Vdas it the spray from the lashing waves which the wind carried my way, or the oncoming rain? I started up and made my way back through the forest, arriving at the cottage just as the storm broke in all its fury. li. C. l., 'ig. WE. CTU be sang to Sprites of Hn' Niiflz! are rec. are rec'. l Dignihed Seniors are we, are we, Important as we can be, can bel Dressing neatly, Smiling sweetlyg Examples to all, you see. Back for the Seniors all must fall, Wfe march along so proud and tallg Reproving small girls, Wfho, shaking their curls, Push up in front of us all. Studious Seniors are we, are we, Brilliant as we can be, can be, Latin, German, All we're learnin' College grinds we soon shall be. . . -.. .....,.,...,T.,..,.,-,, - X- Thinkers are we like ll Venser osou, and like him we aver, Rlirth she is crazy, l,'Allegro, lazy, Contemplation much better. Taciturn Seniors are we, are we, Quiet as we can be, can beg Never laughing, Never chatting, lYe never act sillilyl H A'Reden ist silber, Schweigen, gold That be our motto till we're old llracticing ev'ry day .Xble we'll be to say Ninety nine in our S. R51 Rl. ll. ll., 'ii R means School Record. Il A CLASSICAL ROMANCE. XYhilc reading the Pickwick l'apers, lJavid Copperfield fell asleep in Ht irandfather's Chair in Hur Hld Home, The llouse of Seven Gables. The XYinter Tale which llarnaby Rudgeu had been telling him, gradually faded away into a beautiful Midsummer Nights Dream. The Snow Image, which he had watched lJombey and Son mould, was trans- formed into 'tlflsie Yerner, who was now watched over by her Guardian Angel. Pages from an old Volume of l.ife were turned over before him and the Twice-Told Tales once more reproduced in his dream. lle was back again to the Twelfth Night of 1 Jur llundred Days in Europe, at the l-Bleak House, the home of Nicholas Nicklebyf' Hur Mutual Friend. There he had met lflsie Yernerf' The Fair hlaid of l'erth, and there The lllithdale Romance began. They had often chatted Myer the Teacupsu with The Auto- crat of the Breakfast Table, and frequently visited The Uld Curiosity Shop, Une day in Kliddlemarch, he was summoned to the front by Richard III. .Xfter fighting In the Ranks In the Kings Country, he was captured as The Spy Under False Colours, and thrown into St Roman's XX'ell. llis Letters to Elsie Yernerv ceased, yet she watched for them with Great lixpectationsf' XX'ith the aid of Two Gentlemen of Verona, he made his escape with l recaution, and re- turned again to Elsie Yernerf' Ifler Needless Alarm for him was over, and there was Much Ado about Nothing when she remembered how long it had been since she re-