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Page 13 text:
and odds at the track would be about
twenty to one.
Pretty soon we got to talkin' money,
an' that led to the question as to who was
to do our p1acin'. Just then in comes Cy
Brady. Cy was our printer. He 's some-
wheres between thirty and sixty, can look
either, and admits both. The only time
there 's any hair on his head is when he
puts a brush on it. But then overlookin'
a few faults, Cy is a good sport.
X Cy wanted to know what the mass meet-
ing was about, and after Eddy had ex-
plained it over again, Cy admitted it read
Slip me the roll, says Cy, Nan' I'll
do the rest. '
So we a.greed to pass the word around
and meet at the Arcade that night with
all the money we could raise. About eight,
the boys began to come in, and in about
a half hour the crowd was there, and Cy
had his pencil and pad ready to keep
track of what he took in. The boys had
looked up the field pretty well and felt
that at least they had a fightin' chance.
There was Deadwood, May First,,
The Snail, No Hope, and The
Beetle, not a very hard field for our
Shorty started the ball a rollin' with
fifty plunks. He said he had to pawn his
watch and tip the boss for an advance,
afore he could raise the dough.
Ef I lose, says Shorty, the only
thing between me an' the grave is the ride
in the hearse, so here 's hopin' I
Finally we got Cy started on the
eleven o'clock with plenty of advice and
instructions, not to set in on any poker
games, easy shell guessin' or the likes of
The races was to be at San Juan, just
over the line, and Jimmy Benz who was
on the track wire, agreed to send us word
A N D G O L D 11
as the race progressed, and Eddy was to
get it on the phone from the office. That
afternoon was a long one. James XVhit-
eomb Schaefer, the brunette porter, went
around with onlyfthe whites of his eyes
showing. He had ive on the nose.
Jus' like the old NVor1d's Series, says
Eddy. Nothin' but class to us.
Shorty said that his weak heart was
going to have an awful strain, but Eddy
told him Non-Skid could win with only
one bellows. Finally Cy Benz called and
we all clustered around the phone.
They'rcl oiflu shouts Eddy.
Wl1o, the operator? says Shorty.
Skid's ahead an' No Hope pressin',
shouts Ed. -
Non-Skid two lengths ahead at the
quarter, was the next news. P,
I hope she's a long horse, says
Three lengths ahead at the half,
bubbled Eddyg There's nothin' to do
but hall in th' shecklesf'
Just as easy as a potato race, says
No Hope is closin' in, says Eddy.
That's more like nature, says Shorty,
any time I bet, No Hope is sure to win.
This is a horse, ya fool, says Pete
Blair. i .
Aw, I thought it was a new drink.
Skid all alone at the three-quarters.
James, you coon, get me a two bit cigar!
Don' count yo eggs afore no hen
lays, was James IfVhitcomb's breathless
After a report that the best bet was
safe and strong on the home stretch,
there was a lull, The man at the office
said that he had lost the connection, but
would get it again in a jiify. We thought
that Cy must have had some money up
too, and that he had left the phone in his
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10 EAST HIGH SCHOOL
The last of the pile splashed into the
seaf Bang! Every man went Hat like
buckwheat before a storm. The ship
rolled heavily. The sea was strewn with
John, said the captain, we're all
mighty thankful to you.
Well, I wish I were home, John re-
A CHANGE IN LUCK.
By Earl W. Tite. '
Shorty Lewis is through, and I don't
blame him. I say that when a man gets
uncertain about death and taxes, it's
time to hunt the way out, and that 's what
Shorty has done.
They 's some fellows as can roll a dol-
lar down the street and it will come rollin'
back with five or six more little iron men.
Not so with Shorty. If Shorty was to bet
it would snow in Alaska next winter, men
would drop dead from the heat on Janu-
ary first in Nome. Why, with Shorty's
luck, John D. could lose his pile in twenty
minutes, matching pennies.
I dropped into the Tonsorial Arcade
about a month ago, and there sat the
usually smiling Shorty with his lower lip
hanging down like a catcheris chest pro-
tector. He that usually was so smiley
was a life size picture of Gloomy Gus.
The Arcade is across from our news-
paper office. Sam Black, the owner, de-
pends on the boys from the ofdce for his
trade, and in turn offers a convenient
hang-out. A .
'Shorty is the star barber of the place,
and when he ain't pushing some feller's
whiskers back in his face he 's tendin' the
pool table or pushin' dried, rope over the
counter in the back part of the shack.
Outside o' that Shorty's as busy as an
undertaker in a cannibal settlement.
No woman never fought to prepare
three squares a day for Shorty, so Shorty
donated his money to chance. He played
the worst game of poker I ever see, he
was unlucky at craps, and if he 'bet on a
horse, the old harness-rack would pull a
Russian retreat on the home stretch. How-
ever, Shorty managed to wear a face as
bright as a Mexican's shirt with all his
natural hard luck.
Trouble', wasn't part of Shorty 's
vocabulary, and that is why his gloom was
so noticeable. Shorty said he was sick,
but when I said I guessed the pain was
mostly in his pocket-book, he admitted it.
He said l16,d got to the' point where a
dollar was something like a ghost, a
thing you could see but not feel. Upon
inquiry he said he hadn't been robbed.
No, he said, I sat into a poker
game with them eggs in th' press room
once too many times. Since I been
puddlin' in that game, I been broke more
times 'n your speed laws. Last night was
the end of the world. I was Belgium and
them six guys was Germany. Say, with
their luck I could sell submarines to the
Swiss government. 'N now I'm in debt,
We was still figgerin' how we could
pull him out of that hole when in comes
Eddy Blake, with excitement stickin' out
on him like tags on a ten dollar suit.
After some hemmin' and stallin' We
found out that he had a sure tip on Non-
skid. Eddy and his sure thing didn't
create much of a stir at Hrst, but after
awhile-we started to listen to his ceaseless
chatter. It seemed that the book-makers
were oiering about fifteen to one odds,
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12 EAST HIGH SCHOOL
Boys, says Shorty, my old alarum
clock is goin, to ring in a minit an' tell
me I bin drean1in'.
This is a fact, says Ed, Non-Skid
was six lengths ahead on the home stretch
an' going strong. We kin start countin'
now, I reckon.
I like to hear th' jingle when I
counts, says Shorty.
About an hour later a telegram came
from Cy. , Eddy tore it open, read it, to
himself, then started on it again.
Well, says Shorty, can't ya figger
out how much ya Won or is it Writ in
Ed gave it to Sam to read. Sam
thought that the luck was too much for
Eddy, so he started in.
Here goes, says he. A
H 'Vile took a big chance. General Santy
Voono had his roll on No Hope, an' when
he seen Skid hit tha' home stretch in the
lead, he pulled his daily revolution,'an'
Skid got shot in the scrape. No Hope
dragged in first. We made quite a mis-
Mistake, howled Shorty, man, it's
a calamity. ,N l1e spoke fur us all.
Four years no-w withifn- thy portals
H ave we spent in work and play 5
Har-el it is for us to leave you,
H ard to turn our diifferefnt ways.
Many are the friends 'we've found here,
Many, too, the happy hours:
And in seeking after knowledge,
Pleasure, 'profit have been ours.
Yet the day 'is to as beckoning:
Time has come when we must part,
Each to take his separate byway,
Each 'upon L'ife's work to start.
S'o it is with Smile and Sorrow,
So it is -we turn away 3
Smile for Clays of pleasure spent here,
Sorrow that we can--not stay.
NIELVILLE M. GREIG.
EAST HIGH SCHOOL.
P Class of June, 1918.
Joseph N. Abrahams
Leola M. Benninghoft
Helen Marie Clobitz
Martha Castleberry Cooke
Eila Caroline Davis
Laura Bell Froggett '
John P. Hart
Georgiana D. Holmes
Robert Harold Koehler
George Frederick Lamprecht
Carl F. Lauster
Hugo A. Maerlender
Erie Louise Munsie
Lucy Louisa Roofe
Catherine Rose Ryan
Beatrice Josephine Sprague
Helen Gertrude Toland
Margaret Norris Waite
William Henry Watkins
Kurt M. Zorn
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