Winchester School - Oui Dire Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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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

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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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70 oUr-DIRE was our ueighhor's pet parrot, and he had fiown out of their window into our preserve closet! E. ll. D., '2o. GRETA AND THE SPIDER: A Legend. tirttzt was a little crippled girl that lived on Sfvllle' lSlZll1tlS north uf Scotland called the Shet- land Islands, ller mother and father were xt-ry poor. They had not enough money to light the little cottage they lived in. Some days were very dreary and lonely for Greta. tm one tif these lonely days when Greta was looking 'out of the window to see what she could see, she saw a spider making his we-li nil tht- lioust- next door. She was very much interested in what the spider was doing. Sud- rleuly a thought came into her head and she hecame still more interested. lkihen her moth- er came home that night, Greta told her of what she had seen that day. She also said she was going to make a shawl according to the pattern of the spider's weh. She worked day after day on her shawl until at last it was finished. ller mother was Very much pleased and she invited all the neighbors to come and see it. Une day a strange lady came to see the shawl, and she asked tireta if she would like to sell it. tireta was very glad to sell it, lie- cause she could use the money for her family. After that she made many more and showed other people how tu make them, so they might earn some money too. The Shetland tloss that you huy at the stores comes from these islands. The Shetland wom- en have erer since made lieautiful shawls, and have sold them for many pieces of gold. X. XX ., go. SPRING FLOWERS. l.ittle white croeus peeping from the ground Ilelps us l.U1'Cl'llL'llllJL'l' spring will soon he round: The daffodils so tall and yellow liask in the .Xpril sun so mellow. The hyaeinths watt their sweet perfume, Un apple trees the hlossonis bloom The many-colored tulips gay Sprinkle gladuess on our way. The yiolet lifts its modest head, From its sheltered fern-leaf hed. Iiy all these lovely tlowers cheer, XX-'e know, indeed, that spring is here. Xl. ll. L., zo. KIDNAPED BY A GYPSY. Early one morning Lucy sprang out Of bed and ran to the window. The night lJefOI'e H hand of gypsies had pitched their camp on the outskirts of the village and she wished to see if they were still there. XYhen she saw the tents in the distance, she hurried to get dressed. .Xfter she was ready and had eaten her break- fast, she asked her mother if she might go and have her fortune told. Her mother said she might, and off she started. NYhen she arrived at the camp an old woman said to her, Tell your fortune, my little lady. Tell you the truth. So she went into the tent to have her fortune told. .Xs it grew dark and her little girl did not come home, the mother grew worried. It he- came darker and still she did not come. Her mother decided to send a searching party. When the searching' party came to the camp of the gypsies, they found that they had gone, and the little girl with them. After an exciting chase, the pursuing party came upon the gyp- sies eating their breakfast. XYhen they saw the men they quickly ran away, leaving the little girl hehind them. The father and mother did not make trouble for the gypsies, they were so glad to get the little girl hack. ll. Ii. G., '2O. A NAUGHTY GIRL. XYhen l'm a very naughty girl My mother sends me straight to hed, llut nursey spanks me hard instead. Father seolds me and says, XYell, liut sister stands up nice and tall .Xnd scolds and says to one and all. I don't like little sisters when they act like sister Nell. I .Xuntie llannah, who is sweet, Neyer scolds at all: She just laughs and says Bly sweet .Xnd gives me sugar plums, That's all. Ay. -1 v v Rf., zo. AN ADVENTURE ON THE ICE. lt was Ammon Ralph's first year Ammon was an Australian bov, and in school. , could not and would not join in any of the sports. Never- theless he had his own sport, and that was throwing the bull whip. N