Lewis and Clark High School - Tiger Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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What a Situation Standing motionless in the semifdarkness of the room, Mr. Kelson, president of the Kelson Land bank, listened intently to the two whispering masculine voices. It had only been by chance that he had returned, to be attracted by the sounds of some one breaking open a safe. Hurry, willya, Joe? This bank gives me the jittersf' I am hurrying. This is a tough one t' crack. I hope that watchman doesn't get loose, joef' Quit worrying, Bill. He won't get loose. I trussed him up tighter than a straitfjacketf' su Yeah. But I wish that safe was open and we were out of here. I gotta feeling something is gonna happen, that we're being watched right now. There was a short pause from the noises at the safe. Listen, Joe. I'll get this open a lot quicker if you'll be quiet. I don't know what you have to worry about, with the watchman out of the way and the alarm fixed so's it won't work. Bill couldn't keep quiet, though. 'Tll be glad when we're out of here. Boy, what I won't do with my share of that hundred grand ! Joe laughed harshly. What you won't do with your share is right. We gotta lay low, pal. We'll skip the country for a couple of months and then hit for New York. We can't take no chances on being caught. Bill grunted. Yeah. I guess I can afford to wait a couple o' months to blow this dough. He laughed a little at the thought. Got it! joe declared triumphantly. Come on! Let's get out of here. Mr. Kelson shifted a trifle. What's that! Bill's voice was nervous. Joe sounded a bit contemptuous as he answered. My golly, Bill. You're a screwy guy. There wasn't anything. The way you worry you'd have a kllow think something was going to happen. We got the dough now. We can get out of here. i Bill waited a second. Well, okay. Maybe I was mistaken. Give me the money and let's go. I'll carry the dough. We'll split it later. No! We may have to separate. Give me my part now. I thought you wanted to get out 0' here. Joe sdunded a bit disgusted and angry. You'll get your share .... later. HI want it now. Mr. Kelson scarcely breathed as the two burglars argued. Then he heard a sound of scuffling, a dull thud as one of the thieves fell against a desk. There was a shot and then a silence broken by quick running steps across the floor. Then all was still. Mr. Kelson advanced across the room, with his hand in front of him and turned a little knob on a boxflike affair on a shelf, hoping that his wife hadn't noticed that he had almost forgotten to turn off the radio before he went to bed. I -DAN WAKELEY Page ten

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F L Louis S. Livingston Lyle Maskell E. E. McElvain Neil D. McKain joseph G. McMacken George A. Meyer Rudolph Meyer Sophia C. Meyer C. W. Middleton Carl G. Miller Clarence E. Miller Miriam Morgan F. G. Nogle Anne Norvell H. j. Oke E. A. Orcutt A. L. Parker Norman C. Perring Marian H. Pettis Mabel Pope Ann Reely F. A. Sartwell Lilian A. Siegler A. W. Smith Blanche Smith . .1 V, ,9,QJ.xjJ-X 1fQ.,1,'f1 ,.. J-. Elizabeth Stannard George A. Stout Frances Stubblefield Marie Emma Sturow William W. Taylor H. D. Thompson E. W. Toevs Mabel Turner Arthur O. Walther Melissa West Ruth West Gracia C. White Dan S. Whitman Alonzo O. Woolard Irene Zimmerman FACULTY

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