Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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lost it on the street and a newsboy saw you pick it up.” “Qh,” said the man, “I dropped this package and picked it up again. That was what he saw. But I saw a young lady in a limousine stop and pick up a package. But | will show you that this isn’t your package.” so he took off the wrapper and showed Dick it was only a box of candy from one of the leading confectioners. Dick went slowly down the steps and started down the street again in pursuit of the picture. He went back to the street again in which he had lost the photograph and tried to find some person who had seen the young woman in the limousine. It seemed nobody had seen her, so he went home and sent an advertisement to the leading papers to be inserted in the personals. He waited anxiously for a week and received no an- swer. He was beginning to fear that he would never hear from it again, when one morning he received the follow- ing letter: Dear Sir:—If you will call at 1264 Elin Street, I think you will find your picture. ALICE MAYNE. After his excitement on receiving these tidings abated, be hegan to notice the handwriting and signature. The writing was fine and dainty and the name suggested a re- fined person. “Just the girl [ve heen looking for,” he asserted, “TT vo right now and get my picture and get acquainted with her.” He found the house with quite a little difficulty on ac- count of the crooked streets, but at last he found it. It was an imposing structure and looked as if its owners might be wealthy. When his ring at the bell was answered, he asked to see Alice Mayne, who had answered his advertisement. He was ushered into a room in which sat a very pretty girl. He could hardly speak for looking at her, but she came forward and said, “You were the person who lost the pic- ture?” “Yes.” he said, not taking his eves from her face. “Just the girl T have been dreaming of,” he said to him- self. She gave him the picture after he had described it ard they conversed for quite awhile. He was growing more in love every minute and finally remarked that the picture was very valuable and then told of his numerous adventures in search of it. “Ye.” she said, “From the advertisement I learned of ‘ts value. I doubted it, but my husband, when he brought it home. said it might be valuable. He is quite a scientist limself, you know’ —but with a groan, Dick had seized his picture and loft. -- QUID oo ee 29

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Ohe Pursuit of the Photograph Dick Carter and his father had been traveling in ruins there, for Mr. Carter was a scientist. Finally, they had discovered some new ruins and investigated them, but Dick had to return to his country to go to College, leaving his father to work on the ruins. Dick was a student at the Boston Institute of Technology. While he and his father were working at the ruins, a picture of the most valuable part had been taken. Dick and his father appeared in this picture which was very valuable because of the valuable collection of ancient relies it showed. This picture Mr. Carter had sent to Dick to lave it copied and, as it was so valuable especial care had to be taken of it. Dick had received it at the postoftice and was walking down the street watching an altercation be- ween a policeman and the driver of a taxicab who had been arrested for speeding, when he discovered that he had lost the precious picture. Quickly he retraced his steps to the vostotfice. All the time looking anxiously along the street or the package. After he had gone over the route twice without finding it, he inquired of the policeman whom he saw if they had found it. None of them had and he was going away discouraged, when a small newsboy stop- ped him saying, “Say, Mister, I just saw a gent pick up package from the street here.’ “Where did he go?” asked Dick, “And what did he look like?” “tie had a brown overcoat and brown derby hat on.” unswered the hoy, “And went up that side street there.” Dick hurried down the street looking anxiously for a man with a brown overcoat and brown derby hat. ite Going NELLIE SECARA; 713. rypt and the Holy Land for several months, investigating tor several locks, he was beginning to be discou raged when, turning a corner, he saw a man answering to that de- scription going up the steps of a fashionable ooking house and carrying a package in his hand. Dick sprinted along and reached the house just about half a minute after the man did. He rang the bell excitedly and then stamped around wondering why somebody didn’t come to the door. Finally a butler opened the door and gazed stonily at him. “Say,” began Dick, “I want to see that man who just came in; he has something of mine. Quick or he'll get away with it!” The butler continued to stare and started to close the door, but Dick hurriedly brushed him aside and ran in. Hearing voices in a room nearby, he went in that direction and arrived in time to see a girl, standing with her arms around the young man who had just come in. He heard her say, “Oh, sweetheart! I thought you would never come, and you brought me a box of candy! Tow dear of you.” Then, as she saw Dick, she screamed and the man turned with a frown on his face. “What does this mean?” he demanded. “That package!” Diek grasped, newsboy saw you pick it up. ture.” “T don’t understand,” the man said, “This package contains a box of candy. T don’t see what connection it can have with your picture and T think that you have forced yourself upon us; vou had better explain.” “Why,” said Dick, trving to be calm, “I had a pack- age sent to me by mail containing a valuable picture. 1 “[ dropped and a It contains a valuable pie-

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Gently o’er the green clad hills, Creeps the dying sun; Soon, the babbling little rills Cease their rippling run. Twilight, in her garment gold, Sways the weary world. And the moon comes to behold The Universe, unfurled. Silence treads her way unseen, O’er vales in slumber blest, Leaving there a fairy sheen, And all the world doth rest. Soon, the dying sun does sink, Behind the purple hills; And with its dying embers, link The laughter of the rills. Owilight MYRTLE GERTSEN, 715. The violet and the primrose, The woodland pansy, too, Their sunkissed petals now disclose, To sip the evening dew. The birds and beasts, and flowers, Soon will While dear old Mother Nature showers, be asleep ; Her blessings in a heap. Just so, my gentle readers, Your life is like the day; You must have a leader, To guide you on your Way. The morn, is your beginning, The noon, is half your strife And Twilight sums the i innings, That you have made in life. And, when your life is leaving, “balks the dying sun, Your loved ones all are “grieving, Their tears in silence run, Like the petals of the primrose, Unfold to the ev ening dew, Your inmost heart you'll disclose, To God, for He is true.