Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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68 OUT- DIRE lletty comes into the room and asks her another where the kitties are. Her mother, who has been liusv sewing. has not paid any attention to the kitties' so says she does not know. The kitties in the coat pockets begin to talk. l i2n4 joli1iny. it is so hot in here that I am nearly smothered. .lol-txxv- Yes, so am I, but I tell you I am going to make Betty worry so that she won't forget to give us our meals again. IJI2t11HSO am I. But let us watch our chance and go to the cellar. The fresh milk has just come in from the farm. vlonxxvful Jh, no, let us go to sleep and for- get all about it and in the morning we will go and play with Betty, Fo they go to sleep. In the meantime, Betty looks all over the house and cannot find her pets. F-he remembers that she has given ,lohnny a cold breakfast and Veg no supper the night before. She tells her mother and her mother says she is sorry but maybe she will not do it again. So poor Betty goes to bed that night very sad. In the morning, Peg and Johnny are found sit- ting on her bed, TYhen she wakes up and sees them she cries and says she will never forget to give them their meals again. And she has never done so. F. R. 'I9. TWO BIRTHDAY SURPRISES. It was warm in the little room, which served as a sitting room and dining room, where Mary sat darning beside her mother, who was an in- valid. I wish I could go to college, Mother, she said, as she threaded her needle for the third time. tio to college l exclaimed her mother, raising herself up on the couch. 4 Yes, Mother, I know it seems ridiculous and I wouldn't leave you alone, but I do feel iealous of the girls when they talk about roommates and the fun they are going to have, solibed Mary, jumping up and kneeling on the floor beside the couch where her mother lay. Tears came to Mrs. B1-own's eyes, but she choked down her soh and told her daughter to go to lied and she would think it over. In bed Mary lay awake a long time imagining college. Oh, if Father were only heref' she said to herself, he would surely manage it. Mr. Brown about a year ago had gone to Texas to engineer an oil field. Only a few months ago a tank had exploded and Mr. Brown was among the men reported killed. Since then Mary and her mother had moved into poorer quarters of another town. Nothing more was said between Mary and her mother about college, but Mary often swal- lowed many a sob when the girls began talking about fudge parties and clubs that they would be in at school. A few days before her birthday, Mary came home to find her mother crying, but her mother told her that she was very, very happy about something. But Mother, can't you tell me ? she pleaded, sitting down on the couch and looking into the transligured face of her mother. XYell, said Mrs. Brown, wiping her eyes, to-morrow is your birthday and I have two surprises for you and I didnlt expect to have any. HIt couldn't be college, Mary repeated to her- self when she was alone, and the only other thing I want is a father. The next day when Mary came home from school, she heard her mother talking to some- one and upon opening the door she saw a man seated upon a chair beside her mother. l7atherl', she cried and leaped into his out- stretched arms. IYhen Nr. Brown explained how he had been ill for months and how he could not reach his family, Mary remarked, Then, Father. you are my one birthday present! 'tAnd college the other, added her father, K. I. 319. A SCHOOL SONG. QTO the Tune of Tipperaryj lt's a long way to 'XVin-ches-ter, To my XYin-ches-terg lt's a long hard pull thro' all the studies At the school where I do go. It's how-do-you-do to all the teachers, How-do-you-do to XVin-ches-terg It's M-i-t-c-h-e-l-l and then- My heart's right there! ! l ! M. M. ,I9. S

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OUT fuj' ACT IV. A butterfly comes and whispers into Good Peas ear. Good Pea cries in delight :-I will do that. Thank you very much, Mr. Butterfly. She climbs upon a blade of grass, then on to a thistle stein, and then on to the knotted string of the Cross Pea. Cross Pea:-I will not climb upon that ugly string. ACT Y. Looking down a few mornings after, Good Pea sees the Cross Pea withered, and dead. Good Pea climbs to the top of the fence and looks over into a beautiful garden, with a foun- tain. Good Pea:'I have inet with success at last, for I am able to see this paradise. MORAL. Look upon your state of life cheerfully as the Good Sweet Pea did. v M. I . H. 19. A MOTI-IER'S LOVE. 1. In a beautiful and sunny nursery in a large fashionable New York house a little miserable and wholly discontented boy of six sat on the floor surrounded by many costly and handsome toys of every sort and description. This little lad had lost his mother two years before and his father had been travelling all over the world, leaving junior entirely under the care of gov- ernesses and servants. As he sat there, idly looking from one play- thing to another, tired of them all, in rushed Miss Brown, the governess, waving a piece of yellow paper in her hand saying, junior, junior, get up and let Maggie dress you. I have just received a telegram from your father saying he will be home at six-thirty. I must go and dress myselff' junior looked up with a faint smile and gave himself up to be dressed. At six-thirty sharp, Junior and Miss Brown were in the drawing room. They heard the sound of wheels and in a few minutes Mr. Smith rushed in and grabbed junior, embracing him fondly, saying, junior, you look pale but I have-F , Obi Daddy l Junior burst forth excitedly, I am so sick of playing with toys in the play mom. I want to get out and run. Mr. Smith smiled and looked at his little son's anxious face and said, As I started to say, I have a very nice surprise for you. It's right outside the door. At that moment a strange lady walked in. She smiled and went up to junior saying, I am your new mother and I hope we love each other dearly. Already junior felt a liking for this pretty lady. Mr. Smith continued, My work calls me to the west and we are all three going to live in a cottage, leaving some of the toys, fancy clothes, and all city attractions and I hope you will get strong and well living in the open air all day long. In a few weeks a little party of three were settled in a lovely country place with cows and chickens and ducks to look after. The new Mrs. Smith did everything for june ior herself, not depending on servants. He be- came a healthy, robust youngster and of his own accord gave all his toys to the poor little chil- dren who never had any real pleasure in life. L. F. '19. If you repeat only what you know to be true, there wouldn't be half so much scandal. L. F. '19. A STORY. CHARACTICRSZ Rl2'I l'Y1lIllC little girl. P119-the black kitty. jonxxv-the grey kitty. The kitties are in the sitting-room curled up in the bay window. PEG- Johnny, Betty is a very nice mistress to us, don't you think so ? -IoHNNv- Yes, Peg. but this morning she forgot to warm my milk and I had a very cold breakfastf' Peo- Yes, she forgot to warm mine, too. But worse yet, she did not give me any supper last night. And now she has forgotten all about us. because she is so interested in her new doll. JOHNNY-HXVCS, I know it is hard to go with- out your supper and have a cold breakfast. But I know what we will do nowg let us go and hide from her. It will be such a scare that she will not behave like this again! PEG.- 'XVhere shall we hide? JOHNNY- Let's climb into the pockets of her father's house coat, which is in the closet. Away they go!

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., -'1 1 OVVE THE COMING OF SPRING. The robin is flying up high in the sky, Spring is here! Spring is here, is his gay lit- tle cryg The bluebird is up in the apple tree swaying, I.Vhile beneath him the children are laughing and playing, Dancing and singing while flowers are springing, ' ' ' ' -- ' 1 ' 'A ' fr Hailing sprmg's coming with meiiy bells ringing, S. MCF. '20, AN ADVENTURE. One hot afternoon my father and I went out canoeing on the bay. There are several islands or small pieces of land in the bay on which grow wild flowers. XVe paddled about for a while, and then landed and began to pick some irises, There was a straw path which someone had made an-d I was standing on it picking the flowers when I heard my father call to jump forward. I did so. but I looked around and did not see anything to be frightened about. Father said there had been a snake as long as paddle behind me ready to strike. looking around everywhere to find because he wished to kill it, but he find it. I went back to the canoe. step I took I would look behind to snake were following me. Ylfhen mother heard about it she told me never to o-et out of the canoe on one of these islands use she is very much afraid of L. D. S., '2o. the canoe He went the snake could not but every see if the ID again, beca snakes. SCHOOL lVIOTHER'S STORY. Une day when I was a very little girl about eleven, mv mother wished to have some pre- supper, so she told me to go down some up from the cellar. I started . cellar steps and ran towards the closet where the peaches were kept. I always serves for' and bring down the hated to eo down into our cellar, for it was so dark and gruesome. I had just put my key into the lock when I heard a voice say, XXX-ll, I never! apparently coming from this very closet. I was very much frightened and could scarcely move. XYhen I tried to scream, my tongue stuck in my mouth. You can imagine how terrified I was. .Xt last, when I could move, I listened intently. Yes, I could hear soft rustlings! XYhen I heard them, l dashed upstairs to mother, but could scarcely tell her my story, I was so excited. Xthcn she at last understood, she armed herself with a small rc- volver which we always kept in the house and eave me the axe. lYe stole softly down and stood beside the door. Mother herself heard the noise. 'Suddenly we burst open the door, mother aiming her weapon and calling out bravely. Hllands up! 'lihe closet was dark so we had a lantern. Suddenly, l'XYell, I never! Illess my buttons I came in screeching tones. Then how we laughed. when out from the corner walked a parrot! Xlve are puxvling our brains wondering how he could have got in when we spied an open window in the house next door, which explained the mystery. It