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The oriole year book: Evansville Junior College

Commercial seniors

Suddenly a gleam appeared in his eyes and a smile quirked about his mouth.
As though magnetized, the audience began to laugh. The great comedian had
begun his performance. I shall not attempt to describe this. Never have I
seen human beings (in or out of dreams) laugh as did that audience. With
one accord they rose to their feet as the act closed; men shouted themselve
hoarse; women pelted him with flowers. The vast theater shook    with laughter
and applause. I, too, sprang to my feet, snatched up my opera-glasses, and
raised them to my eyes. They fell to the floor and shivered to pieces. 
"Lloyd! Lloyd!" I gasped weakly, "Lloyd Wolcott! !" 
I passed out with the throng and wandered into the suburbs of the town, and
along one of the most interesting streets I think I ever saw. At its end
was a beautiful cemetery. As I strolled listlessly along, stopping here and
there to read an epitaph, my eyes fell on a new marble slab, on which I beheld
the name of Maud Ellis. A little farther on, and near the border of the cemetery,
a newly made grave attracted my attention. I approached it. On a wooden marker,
slightly disfigured by the recent inclement weather, I read: "Name unknown.
Body was found near h re beneath the debris of a little red car." I
removed my hat and bowed my head in silence, for well I remembered her. 
Suddenly I heard a vigorous tapping, as of a woodpecker drumming on a tree.
Bat I had seen no trees there. Raising my head to discover the source of
the sound. I beheld a large assembly chamber. The members were being called
to order by a lady I at once recognized as Florence Wolcott. I let my eyes
drift over the audience, upon which a stonelike stillness had fallen. There
I saw no one I recognized, but looking again toward the forum I beheld, pen
poised as though ready for three hundred per, no other than Ruth Johnson.
A bill was handed to the clerk to read. Its author's name was given as E.
Keyes, and its purport was the extension of the income tax to unmarried women
the same as 1o unmarried men. An objection was then raised by Laura Johnson,
on the grounds that this would be unfair unless women were given the right
to propose. After half an hour of discussion the bill was lost. The discussion
that followed did not interest me. 
My next recollection was of something tugging to my ankle. Looking down I
saw a long chain. It had a large weight in the middle of it. One end was
tied to my foot and the other to Stirdy's. Before us was a huge pile of rock.
While I sat there wondering what it all meant, the gate opened, and through
it I could sce a little mission band led by Misses Loring and Sharp. They
were closed from view by a policewoman entering the gate, with a culprit
in each hand. Who should It be but Vedl Noyes! "Why, Veda!" I exclaimed.
    Something struck my head. Consciousness 
found me in a hospital. At a short distance from me stood a nurse. Her back
was turned to me, but I thought I recognized Florence Maves. But I'm not
sure for I Was carried away again into unconsciousness. My next awakening
was with a terrible thud. I had fallen from my hammock. Near me stood two
or three boys laughing harder than was good for them. I failed to see the
V. A. G. 

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