Unionville High School, The Graphic, 1949, Page 16

Description:	A big puff of wind blows in and takes me away before I am noticed by Everett. I movealong smoothly for quite some time, then all at once I take a dive and get caught in one ofthe lower branches of a tree. This branch is very near the window of a house. This housedoesn’t contain peace and quiet, at least not at the moment. The sounds would indicate alittle family argument. I can see very plainly through the window. There is a lady in theroom. She is very definitely the blonde type and quite untidy looking. There is also presentin the room a dark haired man. He appears to be medium in size, but it is hard to tell as heis lolling in an easy chair very near the table. His feet are cocked up on the table besidea huge stack of dirty dishes. He is reading a book called “The Graphic”. As I watch andlisten to the angry argument the lady snatches the book and runs out of the room. The manvery quickly jumps to his feet and runs after her. I never would have thought he would movethat fast. My fun is all gone. Guess I better look at the landscape. There below me, infront of the house, is a mail box with the name Mr. Robert Scott and Mrs. Mary Young Scotton it. So she really did marry him as all the Forty-niners expected that she would.This tree seems to be getting restless and here I go floating through the air again. Ican’t tell what direction I’m going. There is a house coming into view. It looks as thoughit might be on fire, but as I get nearer I can see that there isn’t enough smoke for that. Thewind has blown me up into the window sill and I can get a clear of everything inside. Someman is walking around the room slinging his hands as if he were very angry. In a loud toneof voice I hear him speak to the lady in the room who is on the verge of tears. “So youwere one of those wonderful Forty-niners. You were supposed to have learned all aboutcooking. You must have forgotten that you have to remove the biscuits from the oven afterso long a time or they’ll burn.” Then the lady with a tearful smile says, “I’m sorry, Loren.You go back and take another nap and I’ll start all over again.” So Audrey Mae West didhook that “hungry man”, Loren Durnal.The wind is blowing strongly again. It blows me off that window sill and sends me sailing rapidly through the air. It blows me practically through a man’s hat. The hat is covering his face. My precipitate entrance into his face covering doesn’t diminish the snoring.His poor wife is in the garden hoeing. I hear the lady say, “Donald McClary, what will theneighbors think? Get yourself out here this instant.” Donald stops snoring, but doesn’tmove. So this is the “lived happily ever after” ending to that romance between DonaldEugene McClary and Norma Mae Lincicome.Norma finally picks up a clod and throws with a practiced swing. It knocks the hat offDonald’s face and lands squarely on his nose. That gets him to his feet and he feverishlystarts toward another unused hoe. I am jarred loose from the hat and carried off on a newair current.I had traveled only a short distance when I ran into a cloud of dust and nearly collidedwith a dust-mop. A lady was shaking it vigorously. At the same time she was carrying ona conversation with a new neighbor. I hear part of the conversation from which I learn thatthe lady is Norma Jean Galyan. She is unmarried and, at the present time, cleaning house.From the cloud of dust, I’d say that house must have been in need of a cleaning for quitesome time. I am glad that the wind has carried me out of that dirt again.The wind isn’t very strong now and I am going along at a nice speed. Mercy, it is goingto blow me against a house. There is a window open and I am going in. A lady is typing onsomething. The wastepaper basket beside the desk is running over and the floor is nearlycovered with discarded papers on which only a few words or sentences have been typed. Ithink I’ll peek and see what she is trying to type. It must be a letter for her Boss. Ahi Shehas completed it. She signs the name of her employer and her own, Arda Colleen Richardson.Then Arda’s Boss opens the door and a terrific draft blows through the room. Arda grabs forher papers and I go out the window on my way to new adventures.16
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