Paterson Eastside High School - Mirror Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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After my sad experience, we had kept the draft closed in the chimney. Peculiar noises attracted our attention, and one evening when my mother and I were alone, I prepared to get the fellow. My mother barricaded herself in a bedroom, and I opened the draft! Out he came, followed by nine of his little brothers, all oi whom did their best to confuse me. It was then that that I made the holes in the wall Cthat we were never able to fill upj. For months afterwards, members of the family would slide across the floor, land on one ear or the other, and say something wholly disrespectfully about Phil and his gun. The bat business then settled down to routine work, with the exception of one night. VVe were all seven of us eating dinner, when I heard a noise as if some one had dropped a doughnut into a paper bag. Knowing that we had no doughnuts in the house, I jumped up, just in time to meet Mr. Bat, who had tripped on his way down the chimney, and fallen on a newspaper at the bottom. My mother and sister did the disappearing act and five of us chased the poor little creature. Little, did I say? He was fully six inches across and full of life. Finally he got under a pile of boards in the cellar, where I discovered him. Getting a stick behind him, I sent him Hying through the air plumb into the middle of my father's stomach. We got him at last, but I will never forget my father's expression as the bat collided with him! My batty days are o'er, but-I still love to return to the spot where the house once stood. Filled with regret, I think of the time when I could go on a bat, any evening without leaving home. P. A. A Modern Novel The ball rose high among the clouds and swerved gracefully Tfllifribig down to earth, to a spot far from the reaches of the opposing team. This home run scored the three runs which won the final game of B, ,,'Xl'-49 a series of games between Kendall and Wadsworth High Schools. Kendrallton, the home of the winning team, was hilarious with delight. Mr. James Matthews, Jr., happened to be the happy individual who did so much damage to the visiting nine. jimmy, as he was called, is the hero of our story, young readers. Later he was president of the largest bank in Lodi. Prosperous? Yes. Happy? Yes. Etc., etc., to the delightful end. EXPLANATORY Nora-In case there is someone who does not understand my method, please allow me to explain. All stories have their beginnings and their endings, do they not? During the one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six years of story writing many plots and stories have been written, hence the modern reader should be able to supply his own plot from the numerous published stories, if he is supplied with a substantial beginning and ending. I. V. A. 73

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