Mechanic Arts High School - M Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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THE M But first I continued on my way around my route. After an hour and a half of running, walking, and throwing papers, I was done. I decided to go a few blocks out of my way and reaffirm my suspicions and de- ductions. As I came in view of the store, I noticed that the clear imprints of the tires on the Ford were still on the ground. That in itself was proof enough to convict him, I figured. In my eagerness I was figuring out just how I would phrase the speech of accusation that I would have to make to the police. I reached the store, and looked in. Sure enough, there it was, dials and all. Yes, and on top of it was perched a neat little sign bearing these words, THIS RADIO CAN BE BOUGHT ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN. COME IN AND CONSULT US. Well, it did look like a safe anyway, and if it had been a safe Hank would have looked guilty, and my deduction would have been right-oh pshaw! IN STUDY HALL By DOROTHY SHAVE, '30. 'Say, it's a wonderful day, isn't it? I sure hate to study. Oh, yeah, I have to, all right. Mary. Cot an English test next period. No, English isn't very hard, but tests-l I wonder what sheill ask? I'm bothering you? Why, I'm studying for my test. Hm- 'born in 1648, died in-' Oh, say, did you see all the kids who were late today?- About twenty came in together, Como-Harriet cars musta been tied up again. They can't blame the snow this time, why, it's a regular spring day. Swell, isn't it, Mary? Well, what if I did mention it before? It's the truth. 'His early works include-' Been to the Paramount this week, Mary? Uh-huh, it's awfully good, a college picture, you know. And maybe that football hero isn't good- looking! Sure, I did say that I have a test next period, what about it? Well, I am studying, what else have I been doing all period? 'His education included-' Oh, Mary, look! Jimmie Walker was just trying to sneak out of here, and Mr. Krueger caught him. That's one time it didnit Work! 'Among his early works is-' Say, Mary, have you had a bid to the J. S. yet? Oh, who asked you? Me? Oh, well, I don't really want to go anyway. No, I really don't care about it-not much. Maybe I'd better study now. Oh, there's the bell. Gee, I hope I get a good mark in my test next period. Well, I ought to, I studied all period. But that's the way it goes- you can study and study, and yet get E'sg teachers are all down on you, y,know. Alone By MILDRED WIGINGTON, '30 Alone I'd love to wander ' O'er hills and valley deep And paint things as I see them With all the world asleep. First a carpet of emerald green, The sky a lovely blue: I'd make my trees a glorious sight And flowers of every hue. Then somewhere near, a winding road, Perhaps a silver brook: A rustic farm of Peter Pan, 'Most hidden in some nook. And then far in the distance Iid love a mountain steep, I think I'd call the world to life, And give it just one peep. Paige' S!'1Il llfl'4'll

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HM!! DUQAIRHFQLAIWEI By CARYL Bo'rHE, 731 Mary Jane was singing. lt was very unusual for Mary Jane to sing. In fact, her high school friends, refusing to give Mary's vocal efforts the dignity of the title- singing -said that Mary Jane made happy noises. This was perfectly true. Mary Jane was happy. i The little heroine of this narrative was sixteen, pretty, and ambitious. She was never satisfied until she obtained what she wanted, and this she usually man- aged to do, for she had golden hair and a golden fspeakingj voice. . One afternoon Marv Jane's telephone rang impatiently, nor was this unusual, for Mary Jane's telephone was always ringing. 'fHellol ltis me. This statement, ungrammatical and ardent, caused Mary Jane's heart to do queer and unexpected things. This annoyed her, for it made her voice tremble slightly as she answered: Oh, yes. How are you? Able to sit up and take nourishment, but, my dear, I canit call for you at your home tonight. l have to stay with the boys at the Y. M. until eiglht. Could you meet me at the drug store on Grand and Snelling at eight fifteen? I haven't done this before, so I guess your mother will understand? Surely, Mummie understands-always. I'll meet you, but you be prompt. Uh-huh. Well, I've got to rush. Toodle-doo. . CGBye-5, ' At eight fifteen, our heroine and a school acquaintance, Bob, were at the drug store. Each appeared to be annoyed and waiting for someone else. Bob, the oddest things has happened to me. My friend called this afternoon and said heid meet me here at this time because he had to come from the Y. M. Now he's not here. He never pulled this before. That,s funny. Was it Jack, Mary Jane? I thought so. It sounded like him. He didnit say, though. Just said, 'lt's me.' '4Gollv! Know what. Mary Jane? I'll bet Central gave me the wrong number and I made the date with you. Jack wasn't at the Y. M. tonight. Gee, what a break! Of course Bob, being a perfect gentleman, could do nothing but take the young ladv out. This he did. Furthermore, he enjoyed every minute of the evening and made further arrangements to see this charming little classmate whom he had scarce- ly deigned to notice before. ' Mary Jane's Junior essay was on the telephone. that marvelous and interesting contrivance. After receiving a bid for the J. S. from Bob, Mary Jane gave her cousin, who was the local telephone operator and who had been seen in mysterious conference with Mary Jane. a lovely present. This all tends to explain why Mary Jane was singing. Like the Canadian Mounted Police, she got her man. ,, Stars By IOLA LUCHSINGER, ,30 The stars are dew drops of the sky- They're twinkling little bells of night That softly ring their message out From dusk until the rnorninglight. Page Nineteen