Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1913, Page 51

Description:	WHAT A PIN CAN DO-ContinuedJoe could do nothing but stare into space and think. If Bettywent, she would soon be entering some kind of a college and wouldbe out of his reach entirely. But that pin, the sight of it enraged him.Gee! he exclaimed to himself, talk about bravery-the twelfthcentury knights arent in it with the fellow who has a propositionlike this.The train was late and they had walked around some. Theexpression on Joes face was set and determined. Betty was tryingto hide her nervousness.What on earth is the matter with Joe; he is simply grouchy.Why doesnt he say something. I simply cant go home with sucha suspense as this, she thought, with a frown. Why doesnt heSAY SOMETHING. Sometimes I think he does care for me and othertimes I dont. A train whistle blew. Everyone flocked out of thestation. Joe brought her suit-case. Her heart beat wildly and herhead swam. So this was the way it all must end. She heard amurmur of disgust from the people around her, and a heavy freighttrain thundered past. Bettys mind was working rapidly. She feltof her tie and gave a little gasp.My pin! Auntie, you wait here until Joe and I hunt for it. Imust have lost it on the beach.Joes impulsive nature caused him to feel sorry for her at first,then there came a sort of wicked joy at the thought that it was gone.They searched the beach and in the familar nook among therocks. Suddenly Betty said, Oh, well it doesnt matter. I expectwe had better go or Ill miss my train.Doesnt matter! Joe gasped.I-never told you, Joe, for I didnt suppose it would interest you,but I have never seen George since you have. We quarreled-aboutyou. Bettys eyes were down, and she was digging the toes of oneshoe into the sand. I sent his pin back-I have just been wearingit because it was extremely handy to pin-Joe grasped both her hands and was raising her chin until shelooked squarely into his eyes.The Aunt was met by two radiant faces, as the train drew outof the station, and informed that Betty had changed her mind aboutleaving just then.When Women RuleBY VISTA HUDELSON, 13.Dramatis Personae.Students at B. H. S.Frank LindsayEdward JohnstonPaul GaskinsCleon AdamsonBertha RanardE. E. Ramsey, Principal of B. H. S.Mrs. Ramsey, wife of PrincipalSCENE 1.In the hall at B. H. S., Cleon and Bertha talking.C.-O Bert! Just to think that I got through in everything.B.-Yes, Snapper, and in Physics too. I dont care if I did makeit just by the skin of my teeth.C.-I wonder what Ted and Frank got. About 101 plus %, Isuppose.B.-It makes me tired. The boys always get the best grades,and its just because they are boys, too.C.-For lands sake, Bert, do stop. Youll run out of wind someof these days. Here come Frank and Ted.Enter Frank and Edward.T.-Hello, Snapper, and heres Bertha, too.F.-How-do-you-do, fair friends? You are as sunshine to these darkgloomy halls.B.-Ahem, thank you, Mister Lindsay.T.-Whats the matter, Snapper? You look as if you were aboutall in.C.-O Ted, I got through in Physics.B.-Yes, and I got through too, Ted Johnston, and on an averageof 76%.F.-Mirabile dictu! Ahem-you are certainly to be congratulated.I received from Mr. Glenn on my grade slip 98% and-T.-Oh, cut it out, Francis; youre getting your English slightlytwisted, anyway.Enter Mr. Ramsey.T.-How-do-you-do, Mr. Ramsey.R.-What do you call this, a special session of the Senior class?F.-Ah, yes, these young ladies were just remarking that they gotthrough in Physics.R.-Thats good. Your high school days are over, except thefinal ceremony. I have been wondering what you young folks intendto do.T.-Well, of course, Ill go through College. I hope some day tobe editor of some big newspaper.Page Fifty-one
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