High School Sentiment from Parsons, Kansas • 1

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7 Parsons. Kansas, May, 1905- THE THE LiTTLE LADY IN LARGE RUFF. very gracious at times and she particularly prided herself on being able to make friends when she chose; "isn't this a beautiful evening?" "1 The old lady smiled and nodded very cheerily and Edith, thus up a chair and -prepared for a long chat. "I'm Edith Cook," she went on, 'atid stopped here with a party of girls 'on our way home from college." The lady smiled and nodded again, then said, "I'm Mrs. Shakespeare, probably you have heard of my son Willie.

I understand they read his plays here in the schools." Edith grasped the armsi of her chair and began to tremble. "Oh, I just know she is some crazy person, why didn't I listen to Bess and not come?" But immediately seeing a prospect for fun in the near future she S'aid, "Why I am delighted to know you Mrs. Shakespeare. Yes, indeed, I have heard of your son, in fact, I've been puzzling my brain over some of his tragedies very recently." "You don't say," and Mrs. Shakespeare turned in her chair and drew the little boy closer to her.

"Well, now, when William wrote those plays he never thought as how people would be reading and acting them to long after he was dead. This is William's only son, Hamnet. He, is younger than his sister Judith, and looks so much like his. pa at this age. People used to make so much over Willie when he was young, before his It was a clear warm morning in June and the guests at a small summer resort were running themselves on the veranda, when their attention were attracted to an old lady rand a small boy coming toward the hotel.

However, after they had gone inside, they gave no more thought to her and made their plans for the day. The day passed by as rapidly as all vacation days do and at evening the same party was again on the veranda. They were soon joined by the old lady and little boy. A party of young women sitting in one corner, looked up and were to this quaint looking person with a large ruff nroundi her neck and wearing other articles of dress that distinctly belonged to the Elizabethan age. She sat down and took the little boy on her lay.

"I'm going over and talk to her," exclaimed Edith Cook, "and see what she means by wearing that funny kind of dress here." "Oh, stay here, Edith," one of the girls cried, "lihe is probably some old woman from some out of the way-place, come down here to show off the family heirlooms." This had no effect whatever, as Edith stepped lightly across the porch and stopped at the old lady's side. 'Cood evening," sh3 in her friendliest manner; Edith could be.