Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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ml oU1-DIRE S XXl1'l.l.fI feel like fl boy again. hlllilk-11111211 nizikes 111e feel so young like, I 1X'l'.Il1llC1'! llhey get in the XYHQOHJ. 5.1111 l.l.' -111-t up. Roger. it is ten 111iles to lIe:1tt1 s C111'11e1's! l.iet up! 1.iet up! 1111111-ls this tl1e place, Sainuel? I see notliing but four 17111419 and ll re1l thrashing l1l2lL'll1llL'. S1x111'1f1.f'lil111t is 1111 auto a1111 I have lear11e1l to push it along. Xl1111.v-Your three visits! I see! But will it go? S.1x11'1iL-1111? XYhew! ,lump i11! Dont be sc21re11, which road, Xliria? 'l'11ose three le111l to villages, tl1e otl1er i11to tl1e country. 1111111-'l'l1e country road, Samuel! XYe will feel 111ore hoine like. Uh! Uh! There goes llly prize chicken feather! I 11111 so scared! l'lt-ase, stop! My best honnet's O11 tl1e back of llly he-1111! 1111! 1111! There goes tl1e l1orse blanket: 1 llllfl it 2110111111 llly shoulders to keep X1'2ll'1'l'l! S1vx1t'1i1.+lJo11't be scared! llreat life! Isn't it? ,lust flying through the air 111111 no hoss to fee1l! Steady ol1l fellow, w11oa! whoa! Are you holding tight to tl1e sides, Kliria? NIIlil.X+Slll'l'l11Cl, it is line! But, ol1! Xvhat is that? S.v11t'1i1.fXX'e are 111ur1lerers, wife: I have 1'lll1 KIOXYII Zl chicken! XllRliXfI.OOli ! ! l-ook! .X 1112111 I'L1l1111llg'll11S way with Il pitcl1 fork ! ! 1 13111111511 'l11x12sfl1ere, you ricl1 city folks give 111C o11e dollar for that chicken! You city people with your ZlllltJ1llOlJllCS 1lo us no good! tfiainuel gives 21 silver 1loll21rl! Kliidvsf lur silver 11l1l1lX'Cl'SZ1l'y, Sainuell .xllll to pay Ll dollar for one chicken, 1111, 111Lll'ilLfl'! XX'h11t's that? Iilll shot! Iilll killed! S111 1'1-:L--Oiily a hlow-out! M1111.xsf1'Jl1! Xvhat fu11 we are l1L1Y111g! S.vA11'1LL-My ol1l erick in llly hack is here again, so we will go back! Kl1111.v-1 wish I 111111 lJ1'ULlQ,'l1l llly li11i111e11t along! 1111! Xvhat is that? Right in tl1e road, Il whole flock of chickens! S.1111'1iL-f'l'1111t farmer hlones has 10111 some other f11rn1e1' about that IIUIIEII-, 111111 tl1ey l'l1C2lll to rob us of our silver. Klllil.X+Il1lU yonder corn Field, quick! Quick! 1Il2111g! Crash! And both are sitting on tl1e corn stul1b1es!1 11111511211 l11111wNw.Xre you two crazy people, or :ire you on Ll joy ride? S1111151. 11x11 Kl1111.1 ,lI1J1L1l'I'lllCRf-Ntl, we are on our silver Z1ll11lYCl'SLl1'y ride 111111 saving our silver from you! ACT 111 5111110 115 5511110 0110. Sauzzzcl rolled 111 slzatvls tlllll llliria with lzcnd 170111101 np, and aruzl in ll roller tonic! for I7 sling. S,vMt'EL-Xvell, Kliria! Are you satisfied, wife? 11111111-It was grand! Samuel! But such queer feelings 2111d starts all tl1e w11ile! My knees are wobhling yet. Let's buy another horse with tl1e silver for our anniversary a1111 let the city folks l1ave their autoinobiles. ll. Rl. VIQ. lTHl2 ENDJ lfcho 11ot tl1e wor1ls of others as a parrot does, D. H. VIQ. LOST AND WON. 1111 one side of the large Ross estate there grew a line group of nr trees. .fkround them tl1ick and dense bushes grew up and vines wound lllC1l' way up the trunks of these trees, thus joining tl1e111 together and forming a 5Cl'CCl1. .Xt tirst glance a stranger wo11l1l think there was no way to enter tl1is paradise of trees and bushes, but O11 close inspection o11e could see there was a s111all parting through which a lit- tle Zllltl i1111isti11ct path ran, and by crawling on 112111115 and knees one, witl1 consi11erable care, 111ig11t e11ter. Inside tl1e underbrush was clear- ed away and the weeds pu1le1l up, leaving the Qlllllllll carpeted wt11 soft, velvety 111055 a11d groups of pretty ferns. Between two of tl1e lZll4QC5l trees a l1an1n1ock was swu11g a1111 here Z1 young girl was accustonied to lie, reading-or sleeping ZIXYHY the Z1lllC1'l101Jl1. She was there IIOXY, but sl1e was not reading. No, nor sleeping, for from ti111e to time sl1e w111111l toss restlessly and utter a low sob. But wl1y 511011111 sl1e cry? 1111 tl1e table beside l1er were several hooks, a box of candy, a1111 a glass 111 lCl111l112l1lC, but she tonclied none ol tl1e111. She just lay there crying and thinking, evident- ly trying to l'l1ZlliC Llp her n1in11 to soiuething. liinally sl1e stood LIP. She was a pretty girl now about thirteen. Ifler face was tlushed Hllfl her eyes were re11 from crying. She clenched her lists a1111 stainped her foot, 'lIl1ey Sll2lll't,H she 1lec1are1l aloud a1111 crossed to tl1e other side of her grove. She knelt dow11 and drew Zl box from hel1ind tl1e bushes. 171-11111 tl1is she took Zl pencil and paper a1111 began to write. 'l'hey shan't, she 1leclared again. I shall write to 'lloininy Clllll tell 11in1 all about it. They sl1a11't,ISay! i N

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OUT DIRE 63 She let her thoughts stray back to the first time that she had attended a service in this chapel. Ifler white hair had then hung in golden curls, She saw herself nodding and chatting with her many friends in the small congregation. This picture grew dim and a more vivid scene took its place. The chapel this time was gorgeously decorated with beautiful spring flowers, It was the eve- ning of her marriage. How clearly she could see the smiling and happy faces of her family and friends! There she stood, arrayed in soft white satin, beside john Stephens. She could almost hear the faint strains of music, so vivid was the happy scene. Then had followed many years of happiness. Again she thought of this apparently cold and unfeeling congregation which now surrounded 'her and contrasted it with the one she had known at the time of her husband's death. Everyone had been so very kind and sympathetic. This was the one sad and unhappy picture which presented itself to her and it seemed to thrust all others from her mind. On the day of the funeral, the little chapel, usual- ly so cheerful and pretty, seemed to have been changed into a cold and impressive cave. All she could see was the big black cofnn in which all her happiness had been buried. Blrs. Stephens had then spent many years, in order to regain her lost strength. with some relatives. On her return she saw very few familiar faces in the congregation Indeed, her only friend seemed to be the old minister. Ile had become so feeble that his son had taken over all the ac- tive work of the parish. Everything had changed! Even the church in which services had been held year after year was being replaced by a modern place of worship. This thought sud- denly brought Mrs. Stephens back to her present surroundings. The choir was marching out and the voices of the young boys sounded very far away. As the minister was leaving the church he noticed Mrs. Stephens still sitting in her pew. Her face was so white that he thought she must have fainted. On reaching her he found that still another link with his past life had been broken. Mrs, Stephen's soul had Hoated up to heaven with the sweet strains of the last hymn. B. B. 'l7. COUNTRY LIFE. CPlay1et in Three Acts.j Place: Back XN1oods Time: Present Samuel, tthe hushandj f Ill-11, -tthc wifcl 1 L ,mlm,l.L,H lnnmei jones 1 Iiarmer Brown 1 ivcr 1 St'L'IIC'.' Old Country llouse, 5111111101 lllltl illiriti .vitliizij by 1110 13115111111 .vf11t'1'. 111' is 5111111111111 tl lvU1'11 coli fiifc 111111 slit' ix 1111171- 11111 ll 1'e11 Xtfflllfllffff. Sui titer.-XX'l1at are you thinking about, Kliria? BIIRIA--Iilll good and ashamed Samuel, but I was thinking of the I was wishing we could see life on of myself. city world. our twenty- tifth wedding day: that will he here next month. I have never left this farm, and I love every tree and each blade of grass, my pet chickens, the pigs, our old cow with her little white calf and faithful old Roger, we have had him almost as long as we have had each other, I am not complaining, husband, but what wouldn't I give for a sight of one of those automobiles. That city-chap who was selling tin-ware told me that automobiles run alone, flo you believe it, Samuel? S.va11'1i1.fKliria, are you well, dear? You are all out of breath: that is more than you have talked in the twenty-live yearsl Tutl Tutl we are too old! l-et's hurry to bed, it is seven o'clock and I must be up at the cock's crow. KIIRIA--XYOLI know that old stocking under the mattress1 it is almost full of silver bitsl Suppose we take it and go for a whole day! vacation on our wedding day. S.vx1t11i1.JCo1ne, get the lamp. I'll see. I'll dream over it. ,vcr ll Scclle: Same as .Xct I-1 lne month later. Rlllllk-liljl up, Samuel, I have never closed my eyes all night: I am so Hustered and it is dawn. You have been to Beatte's Corners three times lately: I can hardly dress l am so worked up. SAKIUEI.--Illll'1'y, Kliria, I have your break- fast laid out on the oil cloth on the edge of the stove. Eat some pie, and doughnuts and drink a lot of milk: we want to feel good all day. .Xnd Mirial IJon't forget to put a package of dough- nuts in my coat pocket. BIIRI.-Xl,X whole day from this house. I.ook at that motto, Home, sweet home. I wonder if we are doing right. tXYiping her eyes with her apron, she singsi, l'll wear my best little bonnet with the bit of lace upon it. tlhl and I'll add my prize chicken feather.

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OUI- DIRE 65 For a time all was silent as she was very busy writing. She used a page and began an- other. At last she sighed, gathered up her pa- pers and began to read. This is what she read: 'lDear Tommy:-Mother and Daddy are very serious. It's no joke any more. They must sell, and Ol 1ny beautiful grove, I can't bear to part with it. Father is very sorry, but doesn't seem to understand how I feel. The trees must be cut, he said, and the house built, for he has to have the money by next October. I can't-just can't part with this place. I wish I could tell the 'awful beast' who is going to buy it just what I think. Lovingly: Betty. Down on her knees she went and out through the little opening, She crossed the lawn to where a large oak tree stood. A small. tin box was nailed to its trunk and on this box in large black letters was written: Private! Mail box. Betty slipped a key from out of her pocket and undid the little padlock. She removed a letter she found within, and carefully placing hers in its place, shut and locked the box and returned the key to her pocket. After settling herself once more comfortably in the hammock, she lazily unsealed her letter and began to read. Suddenly she gave a little jump and sat up. These were the words that had caught her eye: H--And about your grove. Don't worry. Father is the awful beast who is going to buy it. The trees are not to be cut and we-you and I-are to have it for our playhouse just the same. Yours as ever: Tommy. E. L., 'I9. The elevator to success not running, take the stairs. N. D., 'IQ. THE REVENGE. Dick May, a small boy of about eight years, was sorting the apples that were to be sent to town, and seeing one larger than any of the others and more perfect in shape and color, laid it aside to take to a certain blue-eyed curly- headed Susie that Dick had met at school. Therel He said as he hid it in the fruit cupboard, if anyone finds that and takes it, I'll-f- Dick, Dick, hurry, dinner is ready, called Mrs. May from the head of the cellar stairs, so the threat was never finished. After dinner both the boys went fishing and had a fine time. Sunday passed Wlthmlt Hllytlling special happening, but towards evening Toni, Dieldg, elder brother, happened to have been sent to get a jar of peaches for supper, and seeing the big rosy apple, took it and ate it without any thought of how it had got there or to whom it belonged. Monday morning Dick, after finishing his chores. went to get the beautiful present for Susie, and who could describe his anger when he saw it was not therel He fairly flew up those stairs and into the kitchen. XVho took that apple that was in the fruit cupboard? he cried. I did, answered Tom, why, was it yours? You? cried Dick. HNone of that, Dick, said Hrs. May stern- ly here is your lunch, now run along to schoolf' Dick knew he would have his revenge some day, but said nothing of it. That afternoon as he was walking home from the school-house, he saw that the bars were down and that some of the cows had wan- dered from the pasture. I'll not put them up, thought Dick, nbc- cause Tom has to bring the cows home this evening, and it will serve him right to have to hunt for them. On reaching home Dick played in the barn and then did his evening work. XYhen he had finished he went to the house to study a little before supper, but as soon as 'he came in the door Mrs. Hay said: Dick, I want you to go for the cows to- night. I have other work for Tom. Chl why hadn't he driven the cows back and put up the bars? Oh! why hadn't he? But now it was too late, so he went out, and after an hour of hard work, he returned home with scratched face and hands from following the cows' footprints through the woods, but all the animals were there. XVhile eating his cold supper Dick told the storv of his hunt for the cows, omitting that he had seen the bars down in the afternoon. But that night when his mother came upstairs to tuck him in, he said: 'tMother, I saw the bars down when I was coming home from school, but I left them there to pay Tom back for eating the apple I had saved for Susie. Mother didn't speak right away, but when she did she said: VVell, I hope my boy will know better next timefl And Dick was sure he would. M. L., '19. 4l