Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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fiio old Fltitfy and dear little Nigger. as they sadly turnetl away and nitiunted tht- steps of lllC1I' l-ittine. lf, Heli., '17, THE ROBINS. ljettv lived in the country and was very much 'interested in all animals. llarticularly did sht- likt- the little robin with tht- bright red breast, who, with his mate, had set up liouseket-ping in a treetop outside lit-tty's win- dow. lle had such soft black eyes and ht- would put his tiny ht-ad to one sidt- and look up at her as if she were his dearest friend. llis hotly was tiny and plump, and he had a delicate bt-ak and slender little legs. livery ino1'1iing he wakened Iletty with his cheery song, and she liked to http out tif lit-tl and watch from her window tht- little Hare of red-breasted liird tly into the tree with stunt-tliine' in his mouth. After the eggs were laid, Mrs. Robin had to sit patiently day after day on tht- nt-st until at last the littlt- rohins were hatched, and then Mr. Robin had plenty of work to do. lle had to bring food to drop into their mouths, and the more he brtinglit tht- more they wanted. livery day tht-ir mouths set-inetl tu open wider, and the more they seemed to squawk and ery. lle worked until he nearly dropped, but ht- was so proud that ht- nt-ver grumhled. . . , ,. . lioth XII. and Nlis. lxtihin had tti work vt-ry hard lat-lore tht- baby rolnns were tlt-deed. They were restless, kicking' babies and Xlrs. Robin had to fuss and fuss and tuck theni in every few minutes to keep them from falling out of tht- nest and tumbling from the tret-top. tlnt- intirning lit-tty ltiiikt-tl out and saw tht- nt-st in a great lluttt-r. 'l'he baby roliins wtre tlt-det-d now and must lit- taught to tly. XYhen Klr. Robin liiwvtiglit tht-ni out on tht- branch they wert- so frightened that tht-v would not stir and even tried tn scntlle back into tht- nt-st. Mr. liohin. nothing daunted, proceeded tu arent- and lly about, sliowine' tht-in how to use tht-ir wings. l'rest-ntly ht- lit-c:une disgusted and gave tht- t-ltlt-st one a push. .Xs Stunt as ht- found him- st-lf falling, tht- little fellow lit-gan to Ilutter and llap his wings. lfaeh little rollin had the saint- treatint-nt, and when all had aliehted et-ntly upon tht- grountl, tlit-y lit-gan ltr strut around and to boast to tint- antitlit-r of tht-ir elt-vt-rnt-ss. lletty wontlt-red il tht-y would rt-turn, but ltllt'l'SttX'Ltl'1ll days tit t-:treltil watelnne she knew that they would not. The two old robins seem- ed to feel very badly about losing their young ones, whom they had Worked so hard to raise, but they finally recovered, although Betty nt-ver diil. She still likes to sit by her window and watch little Mr. Robin put his head to one side and look up at her with his tiny soft black evt-, which reminds her of a dewdrop. ' E l B '17 AUNT CAROLINE. Aunt Caroline was a noted character in a littlt- Louisiana town. New Iberia, on Bayou 'l'eche. She did not know how old she was, and no one reinembt-red her coming there, She was brought as a slave from the Kongo lslands. She was short, as broad as she was long, very, very bla-ck and shiny and always wore a rt-d bandanna which she called her head rag. Her eyes resembled little black beads on a white background. She dwelt wherever she cared to make her home, and the town took cart- of her. lYhen walking down the main street one would always see Aunt Caroline, sitting on a box, with a sack by her side into which she put articles that people chanced to give her. Sht- talked to everyone that passed and lovetl to tease The chldren. If she was attracted by a child, she would call out in her peculiar voice, t'iinnne dat white chile, l'll put her in my sack, and the frightened child would tear down the street. She often sang some madly of the old darky lullabies that every white child has had sung to her. llt-r favorite song was this: l'oor sheep, poor sheep, where is yo' lamb? 'lliay down in de valley, Ile birds and de huttertiies apickin' out his eyes. .Xn' de poor little sheepy called 'Mainmyf Sht- was very superstitious, wearing a charm around her neck to keep away the evil spirits. She ht-lit-ved in hoodoos, and by the mixing of powdt-red snakt- skins antl other ingredi- ents that she would collect, she would keep her tnt-init-s from doing' her any harm. liven after .Xunt Caroline dies, stories of her will he hztntlt-tl down to t-he younger genera- tions. M, E., '17, AN EVENING CALL. 'Tiootl elieninf Jennie, how's yu feelin' ter night? said a young colored woman, who her- N

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out-nrnra 59 excitement as this put poor Frog in a terrible fright, so he picked up his hat, wished them good- night. and was off. As Froggy was crossing the brook on his way home. a little white duck came along and gobbled him up. So that was the end of one, two, three-the rat, the mouse, and the little Frog-eel G. J. 'r7. THE EXCITEMENT OF A COW CHASE. The bright rays of the hot sun were beating down on the earth beneath, The locusts were singing briskly in the grass and shrubs near the roadside, while all the birds were satislied to re- lax in such heat. The leaves were also very quiet, they did not attempt to fan the hot peasants pass- ing by. XVe decided to go motoring, as this was almost the only way possible to receive the slight- est breeze. The dog also was to go, as he jumped into the car and refused to move since he knew the delight as well as we. At last we started off with the happy party consisting of Five people and a chauffeur. As we hurried along the road, great clouds of dust were raised into the atmosphere. livery one began to cultivate an appetite for the early fall apples. which appealed temptingly to us, for there are many wild orchards along the New England coun- try roads. Wle soon saw a few apple trees in a large pas- ture, so loud shouts were sent to the chauffeur to stop instantly. Two friends, the dog, and l, at once jumped out and started for the stone wall which enclosed the field. There were several cows feeding in the western side of the pasture. This did not worry us, however, as we were eager to find a few apples. Ylle were in the middle of the meadow, throw- ing sticks at the apples which were too eager to fall of their own accord, when l turned to see what had happened to Bruce, the dog, and saw to my amazement two cows wildly chasing him. My first thought was to hurry Bruce over the stone wall so the cows could not overtake him. I star-ted with a loud cry of Bruce, Bruce. for I knew he would follow nie. As l called and ran. the two cows turned so as to attack me instead of Bruce. The cows came nearer and nearer and acted in a very ugly manner. My only thought was how Bruce and I could get over the wall be- fore those awful creatures reached us. There was no o-ther thought in my mind until I found myself on the other side of the wall in thorny bushes. I had been tossed so quickly that I was more than surprised to lind myself on the safe side. XYhen l recovered my senses enough to scramble out of the briars, l saw the dog-safe near the car and every one in spasms of laughter. Two of the girls were quietly coming across the pas- ture with their hands lull of large apples. They climbed over the wall without the aid of horns and the cows stood calmly by to watch the pro- ceeding. liveryone returned to the car and we drove off trying the new tall apples which caused so much excitement. iq, it wy. OUR DOGS. llown in the basement of our house live six little puppies. X11 txvit tif them are alike in size or color, but they all take the same delight in frolicsome play. Never have l seen such a mis- chievous litter of pups. This can easily be accounted for. because they were born on llal- loween, a day of fun and merry-making. Never for one moment in their short lives have they ceased to play their cunning pranks unless they are asleep. Une afternoon last week T was sitting at the window watching lfluffy and Xigger. lilufly. the mother, is a black curly dog and Xigger. her son. is an exact copy of her. Fluffy came running down the street with a large mutton chop in her mouthg following her was Nigger. Some person had evidently forgotten to take the meat into the house from the steps. where it had been left by the butcher boy. lfluffy carefully placed the meat on the ground, and was preparing to devour it. when Xigger sneaked up behind her, and, stealing the chop, calmly walked away into a corner, Fluliy slowly fol- lowing. Meanwhile a large black lirench poodle, llaron, who lives across the street, spied our two dogs, and. upon seeing the meal, deter- mined to get it. llc boldly sauntered up into our yard. XYhen lilullfy discovered llaron she began to bark wildly with apprehension. Xig- ger was comfortably gnawing at the hone, while llaron was steadily advancing. Flulfy was almost frantic now and linally made a leap at llaron, bounding over Nigger. This fright- ened little Xigger to such an extent that he scurried away, leaving the bone to its fate, llaron then picked up the spoils ol battle and tripped merrily across the street, overwhelm- iyigly happy over his victory. lf there were ever two dazed and unhappy dogs they were poor

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GUI DIRE or self had only been in the city for a short time and who had called to see how her friend, just recently arrived from the south, was getting along at Mrs. Smiths Fine, I thank ye, how's yu gittin' along at Mrs. vIones'? answered her friend. Oh, pretty good, hut dem chillun am saucy. I was talkin' to de madam and happen to say 'ain't,' an' dat little mite of a Helen, jist eight years old, come runnin' up ter me an' tole me not ter say 'ain't' but ter say 'aren't,' an' I jist tole her I knew how ter talk an' I wasn't gwine ter lose all my suthin accent needer. Dat's right, said Jennie, don' yu let 'em boss yu aroun'. An' den yisterday mawnin', continued Lizzie, de Missus sont me ter town ter git some goods, and dey hah dem funny kind o' doors in de store, an' I jist got in one o' dem little holes like, an' kep' gwine aroun' and aroun', an' I didn' know how to git out, cause when I kep' walkin' faster de ting was gwine so fas' dat I got so dizzy I couldn' hardly stan' up. An' den a lady came along an' got in, too, but it wus gwine so fas' she couldn' git out eeder, and she an' I was jist llyin' aroun' in dat ting like birds, hut afterwards it slow'd down a bit an' de lady got out so I jist followed her. But I'd a hin thar still ef dat lady hadn' a showed me how ter git out. Hal I-Ia! laughed Iennie, dat sure is a good joke on yu, yer ain't on ter de city ways yit. Are ye? No, I guiss not, folk gits up so late in o'clock 'fo' dey git up. XVall, yer know de here, said Jennie. I guess I'll git used ter it some day. NVall, I mus' he gwine cause it's gittin' late, it's mos' seben thirty now, an' I like ter be in bed by eight thirty. Wfall, good night, Jennie. Good night, Lizzie, guiss I'll see ye to-mor- r0w, L. XM. 'I7. Lizzie replied. Han' dem de mawnin', it's mos' six people don' git up 'fo' day MISS JULIA. It was a little gray stone house with a large chimney. This chimney was the principal fea- ture of the house. It determined the early date of the structure for it was the sort that had been built first and when it was found to draw, the rest of the building had been completed. On the front there were four bay-windows with dia- mond-panes and a paneled door with a great brass knocker. The front lawn was entirely surrounded by a hedge except for a wicket gate in the center which opened on the lane. Behind the house on the right was a low cow-shed, and on the left a high stone wall which enclosed a fairyland of an old-fashioned garden where hol- lyhocks, goldenglow, bachelor-liuttons, lavender and larkspur ran riot, The garden boasted the only trees on the place, three lofty elms and an apple tree, gnarled and twisted with age. The owner was a little old maid, Miss julia by name, an aristocrat by birth, who, through financial dilliculties, had been forced to retire to this lit- tle country town and live in genteel poverty. Un a certain hot july afternoon about four o'clock, Miss .lulia stood at the garden gate and took a last look at the table spread under the old apple tree. She wore a Howered dimity with a white kerchief at the neck fastened with a large brooch. To look at her one would think that one had, somehow by accident, met Miss Matty of Cranford lt looked very cool and comfortable under the apple tree. The long old spindle-legged table with its snowy cloth looked very dainty. Miss .lulia checked off points on her fingers. The heavy silver, the fragile china. and the bowl of white dog-tooth violets in the center? Yes. lfverything is ready. Hut who were the euests for whom Miss julia was making such elaborate preparations? They must be very noted personages who necessitated the getting out of the old family silver and her grandmoth- cr's china. She heard the thump-thump of the knocker and hurried through the house to the front door. .Xs we peer out from behind her, at first we see nothing, hut on looking down we see a little girl and boy, their faces shining like mirrors, holding hands tightly to give each other courage in their trying moment of attempting to remem- ber mother's instructions in company man- ners. Are these, then, the guests for whom Miss Iulia has given so much time? Yes. Here, down the lane, come some more children clad in their Sunday best. The fact is, Miss -lulia is having her Sunday school class to tea, I suppose I should say to milk, for it is the prin- cipal part of the refreshments. Miss julia had planned this party for weeks. Milk would be inexpensive for she had her own cow, .let,' whom she loved as a daughter, and she could have bread and butter and hard candy. Cheap and 0'enteel, she had said to herself. PI The children trooped into the hall and hung their hats on the pegs. Miss julia counted heads. Another red and two more blacks, she men- tally stated.