Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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The Qtseual Gannon effect that I will not disturb the household an- other night keep me from the deed. After a car ride of the shortest time ever, and an elevator one that flies, I find myself outside the ofiice. As I enter, I most assuredly get no encouragement. There is one poor wretch with a jaw as big as a baseball, a man who has just come out of the room marked Pri- vate, who has a jaw larger than my other friend's, and .whose eyes and face tell of excru- ciating pain just undergone. My legs make a backward movement. Better to die at home than here, but my friend of the ,phone conver- sation desires my history, and I surrender. I take a seat, unconsciously thinking that if worst comes to worst I can jump out of the nearby window. A stand of magazines attracts my attention. The first is a last yearis joke magazine, and the rest are no better. Vicious- ly I slam them down, but a small one with a strange cover peeps out. I pick it up with in- terest. After the usual gauntlet of ads, I come to the first article, What the Dentist Should Do if too Much Gas is Given. And someone said he would probably give me the stuff! My eyes follow all the horrible details, and just as I come to the part: And, should the dentist conclude that the patient is dead, he must at once notify the coroner, I feel the dread pres- ence of the chirruper. A dew-like moisture bathes my browg I become alternately hot and coldg my legs, though at rest, quiver, and the hair on the back of my neck arises, then: Would it-I'm terribly sorry, but-well, the Doctor just must leave for an hour or so, and I wonder if you would mind waiting, or- The or gives me a loophole, of a sudden a rosy glow seems to bathe the drear office, and I can feel, stealing over me, a beautiful affec- tion for the unknown that is calling the chief torturer away. My legs cease their horizontal movement to begin a lateral one. Nev' mind. I'll call this afternoon, I lie as I proceed through the door. On the pleasingly pokey car on the journey home, my radiance is extremely noticeable, so much so that the gloomy gus next to me shifts his position, fro.wns at me, and growls, Somebody leave you a million? No, I smile, I've just come from the dentist. Huh? With suspicious eyes he looks me over. Well, I'll be busted if you ain't one in a thousand! One in a thousand, I think, who would be lucky enough to have the dentist walk out on him. ROBERT OSLER A Drug Store on a Hot Summer N fight It was the night of one of those days on which the asphalt pavement yields to the slightest pressure, a night on which one in- stinctively turns toward the drug store. As I neared the store, which is fairly small, a single delivery boy rushed out with four quarts of ice cream in his arms, climbed onto a bicycle, and was off like Paul Revere carrying the news that the British were coming. From within the store came the hum of the electric fans, the motors of the malted milk churns, and the lazy talk of perspiring people finding relief. When I entered the store, I was greatly surprised to see how the clerks could hurry on a night like that one. They grabbed dishes, clanged open ice-box lids, slapped ice cream into containers, dishes, cups, cones, or what have you, squirted fiavors, twisted faucets, stirred madly, and banged trays around until one perspired to look at them. Cash registers clanged, telephone bells rang, money tinkled on marble, feet shuffled, chairs bumped. The clerks collected dishes, threw away used straws and paper dishes, and proceeded to begin all over again. Hey, what's yours? a clerk fired at me. Lemon cherry 'coke,' I fired in return. A squirt here, a squirt somewhere else, a twist of the carbonated water faucet, a stir, and it was ready for the consumer. I .sipped the cool, foaming drink lingeringly, examining with careless eyes the immaculate white walls, colorful advertisements, and mag- azines. When I reached bottom, I started to stroll in the direction of the door. Hey, whaddo you think this is, Santy Claus birthday, for instance? Pay as you leave, if not beforef' yelled the clerk at me. I sheepishly hauled out a nickel and slipped away. ELMER OSTLING D

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Qtbe Qrsenal Qlianuun the Prime Minister and the husky cheese mer- chant, happy in his holiday and a comrade who knew the value of silence. The sunset came-a fitting finale to the bright day-a sky of cerise and scarlet with tiny purple clouds scattered at random. Both men were thoroughly tired-and both were desperately hungry. So they turned into a meadow where they saw a laughing little brook and sat down on the grass bank. And then they did a thing the Prime Minister had never done even in his stilted and highly-educa- ted childhood. They pulled off their shoes and stockings, thrust their feet into the cool run- ing water, and waded like school-children up- stream! Then they sat on the soft bank with their weary backs against a yew hedgeg and the tradesman brought out a package of cheese and buns. Never had his honor, the Prime Minister, in his long trail of banquets eaten so many buns and so much cheese and enjoyed the eat- ing as he did that sunset repast. They quenched their thirst with the brook water and watched the dusk creep in. Night. The cheese merchant smoked a strong- smelling pipe and finally fell to sleep under the high hedge. The Prime Minister lay in the long grass and gazed at the hosts of stars and the crescent moon above. What a ludicrous position for the mightiest lord in the kingdom-in a Warwick- shire meadow with a sleeping cheese merchant by his side! The world seemed so simple to- night. For a moment the Prime Minister thought he would gladly give all his power and prestige for another day of roaming and comradeship bliss. But his sense of humor as- serted itself. He was the captain at the helm of a great nation, his destiny was to rule. The carefree life of a tradesman belonged to an- other plane of society. The Prime Minister stretched himself out by the cheese merchant and sighed. Tomorrow there would be the handsome King-pleading -demanding-threatening-for moneyg and Parliament would want to keep its money. But what are tomorrows? The Prime Minister closed his sharp blue eyes. RUSSELL POTTER On Going to the Dentist Lives or breathes ct soul so rare Who ever to himself has said 'I love to sit in the dent-ist's chair!'? Meaning, of course, while he was on the way, waiting, or in the chair. Oh, many of us can, and do say that very thing-a day after the doctor has killed a husky pain, but who has ever said it while he was killing a husky pain? No, I am sure the great majority are like me. As a general rule, sometime in the night I awaken with a pain somewhere in my mo- lars, a pain that seems to have gat roarin' fou on -a rolling, rollicking rip and stab that seem to turn my whole mandible bone upside- down, shake it, ,pound it, stomp on it, and then start all over again. With a howl that brings the whole establishment to my side, I sit bolt upright in bed. From this time on until dawn, I have a most wonderful love for the extreme- ly worthy humanitarian helper of mankind. At that time my personal devil tires, and by the time for the fulfilment of my vow to go to the D. D. S. arrives, I am feeling in the pink of condition once more. With consoling,'peti- tioning, and commanding, I am finally induced to carry on. Hoping against hope that his time may be as Mother's hairdresser's always is, filled up, I call for his number. With ex- traordinary speed for her kind, the operator obtains my party. Doctor L's office, comes a sweet chirrup. Is-is by any chance-Doctor L there? I shiver. Why, certainly. The voice seem-s laughing at the things it has heard these many times, --but it happens he is busy just now. I sigh! Possibly he will be that way all day? slightly more hopeful. Well, let me see-- blasting my every hope, for I can guess from former experience that, as it is nine now, the appointment will be for ten. It is. I hesitate-- I-I think maybe-- Robert! ! ! comes a stern voice at my el- bow, and I am ,past the crossroads, and the appointment is settled. It is just as well if we skip the agonizing half hour that follows, during which I vow a thousand times to call back and cancel, and during which Mother's thousand vows to the

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