Brooklyn Technical High School - Blueprint Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Bill! Kipper! he screamed. You double-crossing rats! He went on, pro- fanely. His pistols were in his hands now. Mark! What are you doing with those bandages' off? He heard Kipper ask this question, but he paid no attention to it. His rage had surmounted his senses. He fired five swift shots in succession, mov- ing the guns in a short range so as to be sure to get them both. He was sure he had, when no response came, other than a sharp gasp. He didn't even hear their bodies fall. Mark! Mark! It was Doc's voice, this time, in a ghastly, frightened tone. He fired one shot, directly toward the voice. He heard Doc gasp, a dying gasp. He'd heard such gasps before. Then he heard Doc's body slump to the floor. But Doc was not dead yet, for he heard him utter, in a choking, coughing whis- per, Mark! What in heaven's name-? FLANDERS I'm blind, he grated in explanation. You made me blind, you- He heard Doc's mighty labor for breath. Then when he spoke, he seemed to have regained some articulation, though still choking and coughing. The bandages-weren't supposed to -come off-till tomorrow! The last word was uttered in the last breath. john Markwyn felt as if a physical force had struck him simultaneously on either side of his head. He was stunned. His hands dropped mechanically to his sides. His pistols clattered to the Hoor. He was stupefied. He hardly heard the rush of feet pounding up the stairs outside the room. He did not notice the loud knocking up- on the door, nor even the crash of the door breaking in. But he plainly heard the surprised exclamation, john Mark- wyn! and he knew that it was the cops. By FRED oEss, C61 Cold is the night. The stars shine bright Guiding the way, endlessly wide, Over the fields of Flanders. All quiet now Where friend and foe Lie side by side, row on row, After the thunder of battle. Long is this night, But it tells of light Shining again, after four years tight, Over the hills of Flanders. Time has passed. The die is cast, And once again the explosives blast Into the hell of Flanders. 20

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He felt the adhesive tape again, ginger- ly. He fumbled at its edge, gripped his fingernails under it and started to pull. It came off, sort of-reluctantly. Then it was off, and his hands fell almost to his shoulders, from the unexpectancy. Slowly he raised his hands to his head again. Already his head felt lighter, more empty. His hands touched the soft gauze bandages. They were thick, wrapped around his head like a Hindu's towel. Hesitantly, he fumbled for an end. He found it. He hardly felt the bandages as he peeled them off his head. Once he was startled when he thought he felt pain about his eyes. But he was mistaken. At last he came to the final bandage. It was a small piece of gauze, placed di- rectly over his eyes. It stuck there. He waited a while, trying to steady his hands. Then he pulled it off. His eyes were closed. His whole body trembled violently. Even his eyelids trem- bled. He waited a while longer. Then he opened his eyes. At first he thought he could just barely see the room. He imagined he saw it in- distinctly, darkly. He blinked his eyes, as if to clear his vision, then opened them again. He waited. He couldn't see. He couldn't see! He was blind! He became suddenly nauseated but he controlled himself with choking gasps. He felt hot, then cold by turns. He felt he had to get out of the room. Suddenly, he became aware of a sense of complete loss. He didn't know where the door was any more. He didn't know where the chair was, or the cot, or any- thing in the room. He no longer had any idea of the room's situation. Everything was black, much blacker than it had been before. The silence was more silent than before. He was lost. Fighting back sobs of fear and hys- teria, he began to grope. His knee struck the chair, but he regained his balance without falling. He was cursing and pray- ing at the same time, inwardly. Then his outstretched hands struck the wallg he drew up to it and began to feel along as close to it as possible. He came to the door. He had to feel all over the door before he could End the knob. He turned it, and pushed the door open. Still, silence greeted him. He had to swallow twice before he could speak. His voice was such a hoarse whisper that he could hardly understand himself, Bill! There was no answer. Doc! Kipper! Still silence. He could no longer contain his hys- teria. He screamed, Bill! Kipper! Doc! Not even an echo answered him. He burst into a scream of rage and terror. In it were curses and prayers -inter- mingled with rasping sobs. For a moment he had to stop, to regain his breath. His imagination had been inflamed, so that his next outburst was in a different tone. He only cursed, this time the treach- ery of his comrades-Bill, Kipper, and Doc. He cursed them with the worst pro- fanity he could think of. He swore dire revenge upon their black souls. They'd sold him out, that's what they'd done. Doc hadn't operated on his eyes to hx them. He'd blinded them, for sure. They'd all sold him out. They'd gone and left him, blind and helpless, for the cops. A door opened somewhere in the room. He whirled toward the sound, his hands flashing to his holstered weapons at his shoulders. He couldn't see a thing, but his ears were keen, and strained. ' For the love o' mike, Mark, shut up! You want the cops to hear you? It was Bill who spoke. So they'd come back. Maybe they thought he didn't know yet. 19

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