Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1914, Page 46

Description:	BOB POPS THE QUESTION--ContinuedI have something very special to say. (Dor. looks at him very sweetlyand smiles.)Rob.-Dot--. Weve been friends for about eight years. And to-gether almost every day and evening of that time. I think we knoweach other well enough that I can ask this question. (Moves nearer.)Dorothy, Ive thought and thought about it, and I didnt know what todo. Im afraid to ask you. But you see, weve known each other solong. We know each others tastes and dislikes. We went throughhigh school together, and now we have just finished college. Dorothy,do you think I ought to ask this of you? (Dorothy turns her head.Blushes, and slowly nods. Rob moves nearer, and takes her hand.)Rob.--Dorothy--I--er--never asked this of a girl before, and --er--I never will again. But, you,--its different. Ive thought it all out,and I hope you wont be too hard on me.Dor.--Why, Rob, there isnt anything you would ask that wouldmake me be hard on you.Rob.--Oh, Dot, that sounds bully. But Im afraid to say it. Per-haps youll change when you know--but--(enter Max and Jean. Robdrops Dorothys hand at sight of them.)Jean--Oh, Dot, weve been looking every place for you. Dontyou want to go to Lowrys with us?Dor.--No, Jean. Im too tired.Max--Oh, come on. We all want to be there. Its the last timeyou know. We wont go without you. Come on.Dor.--Really, Im so tired. You two go on.Jean--No, we wont go without you two. I really dont care much,anyway. Lets sit down, Max.Dor.--By the way, Jean, have you seen Margaret? She was hunt-ing for you just a few minutes ago, and said if you came past here, foryou to come past the house right away. She seemed to be excitedabout something.Jean--Well, Id better run over and see what she wants. Come,Max. (Starts off. Jean turns.) Well be back in a few minutes.Wait for us. (Exit Max and Jean.)Rob.--Oh, well wait! Dot, Im desperate. Ive got to ask you.Why, girlie, Id do anything for you. You know I trust you. So muchdepends on your answer. My vacation depends on it. Dot--? (Dotpresses his hand.)Dor.--Yes, Bob-dear.Rob.--If I could just be sure how you would take it. I cant goback to the boys, if you say no. Youre the best girl I ever knew.Dot, you dont know how hard it is. I cant depend on the boys forsympathy. I need you--oh, I must ask you, Dorothy. Wo--wont you--lend me five dollars to go home? (Dot looks at him in amazementfor a second, begins to cry. Rises and walks, sobbing off the stage.Rob rises, looks after her in astonishment, thrusts his hands in hispockets.)Rob.--Oh, what shall I do? (Exit opposite side of stage fromDorothy.)Oratio de BelloDale T. Foster, ‘14NAPOLEON said: War is the science of barbarians. GeneralSherman once said: War is cruelty, you cannot refine it.Senator Tooms, of Georgia, flippantly remarked: War is noth-ing, but his constituency soon decided that war is the worstof all earthly calamities. Very little history has been written that hasnot been a record of bloody wars. They have been a rod of chastise-ment for nations in the hand of Providence. In the career of everynation, wars have been the turning points or crises in its life. OurCivil War was such a turning point, a crisis, a culmination.Abbot has said that the Civil War burst upon the nation withalmost the suddenness of a meteors glare. It was, however, but likethe eruption of some volcano whose fires, pent up for ages, at lastburst forth in a mighty explosion. For this terrible struggle whicharrayed almost a million men in arms and which threatened to ruinthe nation, was but the last scene in that sublime drama of the strug-gle between patrician arrogance and plebeian resistance; between theclaims of aristocratic privilege on the one hand, and on the other, thedemand for equal rights that through numberless ages has made theearth one vast battlefield.Lift up your eyes and pierce through the veil of years gone by.See yon great army of numbered thousands, all to move at the com-mand of one great leader-they are to save the nation.But before this happens, the grass-covered hills of Antietam willbe drenched in reeking gore and the pure water of Bull Run will turncrimson with lifes blood.Look farther, and you will see the beautiful valley of the Shenan-Page Forty-six
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