Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1913, Page 45

Description:	WHO FOUND THE NOTE--Continuedmitted that she was losing sleep over the matter. Shehad expected that the boy who had found it would eithershow his pleasure or indignation (whichever way he mighttake it) on receiving the note, but everyone acted the sameas usual towards her, and she was as much in the dark asever. It was the day before the Reception, and Opal wasanxiously awaiting to see who would call for her the nextevening, for: Of course, she said, whoever gets thatnote will take it for granted I want to go with him.It was noon again. The girls had assembled on thefront steps once more. Opal dropped down as limply ason the previous days.Isnt it horrible? she lamented, not a single thingheard from that note yet. I think Ill surely die ofsuspense.What did your note look like? asked Amy.It was a little green envelope, answered Opal.In what part of the hall did you throw it at Jim?In the very darkest part-right down there by Mr.Ramseys office.Just then Amy pulled a little green envelope out of hercoat pocket.Amy! Where did you get that? cried Opal, jumpingto her feet.Amy only smiled.Oh, my honey! Give it to me quick! Isnt that mynote?Yes, maam, I believe it is, replied Amy, calmly.But where did you get it? quickly demanded Opal.Do you really want to know?Of course I do, child!Real bad?Oh, Amy, tell me quick! If you only knew whatagonies Im in.Well, since youre so worked up over it, I suppose Imust tell. Opal, what are you blushing about? Dont bescared. Im not going to tell whats in it.Hurry up, then, and tell where you got it.Well, yesterday evening,” leisurely resumed Amy, I wasgoing down the hall, and just as I passed Mr. Potter (whowas sweeping the dirt from behind a radiator) he swishedthis little green envelope right at my feet, and-Amy, youre a dear! exclaimed Opal. There goes Jimnow-lets go and tell him-and Amy! wait for me at 3:15and well go to town. What do you like best at the Greeks?------The Center of PopulationBY RICHARD CORDELL, 13.A farm wagon rumbled along the quiet country road.At times the noise became almost imperceptible, but thecrack, crack of a blacksnake whip in the crisp morning airwould immediately start the noise again. The region wasprofuse in the beauties of nature; and it was the time ofmorning when the beauty of everything is magnified. Butthe two men on the wagon were evidently unaffected bythe beauties of nature this morning. Yes, said Paites,Page Forty-five
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