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THE POTTER SHIELD
Adventures With a Genie
WE HAD crawled into our sleeping bags, and the smoke of the campiire was
blowing up through the trees to the blue sky where there were millions of
stars. I was just dropping off to sleep when the smoke seemed to take definite
form, and there stood a Genie. He was huge and ugly and had four horns and two
tusks. I felt scared and crawled further down into my bag.
Then the terrible creature came nearer and nearer until he was directly over
my head. He said in a low, deep voice, "What is thy will, my Master? I am thy
slave, for thou hast in thy possession the twig of the Geniif'
I looked down and saw in my hand a twig which I had picked up before I got
into my sleeping bag. Then I said to him, "Bring me enough money to make me
the richest man in all the worldf' He disappeared and I waited for the least
fraction of a second. A
He appeared again, carrying chests and chests of gold, which he set beside me.
By this time I was up and I selecteda most gorgeous robe. I put this on and or-
dered him to stop the war, then to prepare a castle in India and take me to it.
Soon he returned and, picking me up, set me down in India where If found the
most beautiful castle standing before me. I entered it and found it filled with
servants who bowed before me. One led me to a very beautiful bed chamber and
told me it was mine.
Finally, however, I got tired of it and ordered a caravan to be made ready, so
I could cross the desert and the mountains on the way to China. Then on the way
my caravan was held up by robbers who took all my wealth and kept us as prisoners.
I was cast into a dirty, dingy prison with no window and only an iron grating
in the door to let the air in. I threw myself down in despair and as I did so I
knocked the twig out of my hat, where I had tucked it, against the wall.
Immediately the Genie appeared and asked me what I would have. "O Genie,"
said I, "take me back to my home in India." In a second I was there.
One day as I was walking in the garden I slipped and fell. The twig fell from
my hand and dropped off a cliff and was lost. I am back home now. I got here
with the aid of the money the Genie had left me, though it took every cent. People
tell me it was all a dream. I leave it to you. H
W. S., '24.
If you're up against a lesson
and you can't make it out-
If you're feeling all disgusted
and licked beyond a doubt-
. Don't kick. A
, Never admit you're beaten,
though not feeling very stout-
And don't kick.
If the milkls not freezing cold
and the spuds piping hot-
If the cocoa isn't made just right
and the eggs are sort of rot-
Don't always crab at everything
'though you're feeling partly shot-
AND DON'T KICK.
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THE POTTER SHIELD
of the newly organized Last Chance Mining Company. Tom Simms related
his story to Gordon. A lawyer and assayer of the company Were procured and soon
horses were saddled and the quartet were on their way. o
After they had been riding for about half an hour, they were rounding a
bend in the trail which faced an apparent meadow. Ahead of them they saw
several bright lights hovering to and fro. ' , I
"Say, there," exclaimed Dr. Simms very excitedly, "that cant be Maderoys
friends. There were only three of them, and I can make out ten distinct lights.
After some reasoning Gordon and Simms came to the conclusion that more than
likely Madero's friends were also hurrying to lay claim to the much coveted red
The night was dark and the trail was a winding one. Whichever party had the
best horse-flesh would win. Madero's rivals were evidently mounted on burros,
while the doctor and his associates had horses. In such a race through sagebrush,
luck only could decide. As near as the doctor could judge, they had still some three
miles to travel. The horses were beginning to flounder and breathe hard, though
they were doing their best. The strong little mules, a quarter of a mile ahead,
were rapidly approaching Desperation Peak, a small mountain that reared its
sharp summit high above the valley.
"If our horses only last," cried the doctor, "we'll make it. Now boys, all
together for a race up the hill."
The animals responded to the spurs with renewed vigor and in a few moments
were passing the claim jumpers. They were subject to curses such as only enraged
Spaniards can utter. Some pistol shots were fired, but fortunately, due to the
darkness of the night, these missed their mark. As they rounded a sudden turn
in the rocky ledge they heard a loud cry. They pulled their horses in and found
the speaker to be a man all crouched up, who proved to be Madero. He was losing
blood rapidly from a stray bullet wound.
"Hello! In a few minutes I'll tend to you. Can't stop now." Immediately
Simms and his followers hurried va few paces away to the red banks, which was
the much prized destination, and quickly started in to place location notices
wherever they would stick.
Just as the assayer was tacking up the last sign, a bullet whizzed past his head
and several mules came to a standstill in front of Simms' party. Nine savage
looking.Spaniards swept off their horses and went for Don Madero, who was
Gordon recognizing Blast of the rival mining company said, "I didn't know
it was you that we passed in the Ridge Gulch."
"Neither did I, for if I had, I would have sure killed your blessed outfit. Hey,
there, you greasers, leave that man alone and pull down those claim notices."
f'My dear man," chirped in the lawyer, "the law says, 'First come, first served'."
"Hang your old law 5 anything goes up here in the mountains," and with that
he drew back and hit the lawyer. This enraged Gordon to such an extent that he
immediately started a fight with Blast. Blow for blow was being exchanged while
Simms was trying to pacify the situation by putting all the lights out. The
Spaniards by this time had torn down all the claim marks, but didn't replace them,
as in their hurry to start failed to take any with them.
Just then the noise of rocks falling was heard, and much to everyonels surprise
a band of white prospectors, who were in the same company as Gordon, jumped
off their horses, and yelled, "Hey, Gordon, can we help you? We saw your mare
on the ridge there." "Yes," cried Gordon, "quiet these Spaniards and give Blast
of the Last Chance a drink. I guess I put him out of the running." When this
had been done, Gordon inquired: "How did you come here?"
"Well, this afternoon I laid claim to this Red Banks outfit and was just about
to return, when I saw your mare and heard pistol shots. Hard luck, Blast, you're
oo a e. ,
L. G., JR., '18.
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THE POTTER SHIELD
A Flight By Night
I NEVER did find out exactly how I happened on that field, but as I remember,
I was walking proudly forth with my friend Dodge Jefferson. He had been an
aviator before the United States had declared war and had responded immediately
to the President's call. He was now an accomplished blrdman and as I walked out
with him I felt, indeed, that I deserved more than ordinary notice. .
Jefferson led me across the field to one of the many favorite hangars. Salutmg
the guard, he opened the door and we entered. Sunlight streamed through a sky-
light overhead, illuminating the large bird-like plane before me. I stopped momen-
tarily, attempting to realize that this object before me was the wonderful plane my
friend had been telling me about. . U ,
"Don't be afraid," he laughed, as he noticed my "wall-eyed" staring, "lt won t
Hi am due for a flight at half-past, George," he added to the mechanic, who
was bending over the motor. i
"Whom are you going to take up?" I questioned. I anticipated his offer and
resolved to accept.
"How about you?"
"Great," I answered. "I certainly would like to."
Fifteen minutes later the plane was wheeled out, ready for flight.
"Here, you'll need this," said Jefferson, holding out a heavy aviation coat and
a muffler. He also gave me a queer leather arrangement which he showed me how
"ft is a mouth and nose guard," he explained. "It prevents your breath being
blown back into your mouth when traveling 'at high speed. You don't need to
put it on yet." X'
I climbed into the passenger seat with my companion in front of me. One of
the attendants turned the propeller over. The motor started with a terrific noise
and clatter which soon settled down to a loud heavy drone.
Dodge gave the signal and we rolled swiftly across the field. Then we left the
ground. I looked over the side and saw the earth rushing away from me. While
there was a remarkable feeling of firmness and stability about the plane, there was
just a trace of the sensation that I had left the lower part of my stomach behind.
At a height of about two thousand feet objects were plainly distinguishable
and I had a beautiful view of San Francisco and the country round about. As
we rose, the objects below me seemed to go together as if some great, invisible
hand was tightening a strap around the earth. At a height of about six thousand
feet the city below me looked like a large garden marked off neatly into small
plots, bordered by white bands. There were two or three larger, more irregular,
green and brown plots which seemed to be the parks. All together it looked like a
miniature city on the shore of a great lake.
"How do you like it?" yelled Jefferson above the roar and rush of the wind and
"Fine," I answered.
I now began to pay more attention to my companion. He held in his hand a
movable steering column. Moving this forward would cause the plane to descend,
back, to ascend. The machine was steered to the right or left by the steering
wheel on the column. The fuel was controlled by a pedal under the right foot,
the spark from the wheel.
Dodge motioned for me to adjust my mouth guard. I did so, and waited ex-
pectantly. The roar of the motor increased and for the next few minutes a powerful
something seemed to push me backwards.
After a while we slowed down. "How fast?" I questioned.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Over a hundred," he guessed.
Dodge circled, and flew back towards camp. When he had almost reached it
he shut off his motor and volplaned down in a spiral. This made me 1'H-tl161' dizzy,
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