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them and Barbara will be deprived of them the rest of her life! When did the police say they would be here? Walt broke in. About a half hour or so, answered Martha. Police Officer Mike O'Leary arrived at the scene forty-five minutes later. The usual data was put on record. When did you first miss the jewels, Mrs. john- son ? was Mike's pertinent query. Wringing her hands, Martha answered in a troubled tone, It was this evening when I was dressing to go out. I just know someone took them, probably Betsy. She cleans the house, and several times she'd remarked how beautiful the crystals were. I know she had no idea of the value of them. Maybe the poor girl wanted them to wear to the ball. Her steady is home on furlough and she may have figured I wouldn't miss them for a day or two. Oh, dear! I should have kept them locked up. lf that's the solution, all we have to do is call her up, put in Walt. Mike O'Leary stood on tiptoes, slipped his agile hands into his pockets, and came down with a thump. In his delightful brogue he remarked, In the name of Saint Patrick, me good people, what am I doin' here if ye have the case solved ? Wait a minute, officer, Walt said, We're only trying to help. To Mrs. Johnson's satisfaction, Betsy turned out to be innocent, and the case went unsolved that evening. The next morning Barb dashed down the steps and exclaimed, Mother, your crystals! The paper states that you're offering a reward for them. Oh, Mother! I feel terrible because it's all my fault. You see I took them yesterday and tried them on. I wanted to see how luscious I'd look when I inherited them. And- -and-when I took them off, they got tangled in my sweater and I broke them. Martha looked a little dubious. My heavens, dear! Where are they? In deep study Barb proceeded to re- store the elusive crystals. , She arose from the floor and spoke in a frightened voice. Mother, they're gone! I put them right here in an envelope. The mystery, so near being solved, seemed almost determined to remain in that state. Officer O'Leary, noted for his annihilation of crime, remained alert in checking all leads. That evening at dinner Willie con- stantly interrupted his parents. Walt and Martha finally gave up their conversation regarding different theories about the mystery to listen to their insistent son. Willie, surprised to find that he had obtained the spotlight for the first time since dinner began, fumbled around with his words for awhile and then said, Wow! It sure is tough to get a word in around here. Now let's see, what was I gonna tell you. Darn it, I forgot. Oh, well, johnny Hargrove and I got in a terrible fight today. He said I crooked his prize agate. What would I want with his old shooters, when everybody knows I have the best collection in the school. How about shooting a game after dinner, Pop? His weary father looked quite ready tc answer in the negative when he caught a meaningful look from Martha and re- plied animatedly, It's a game, if it will keep you happy. But I warn you, I was a champ when I was your age. After dinner Willie selected his prize shooters and handed the collection to his father. Take any one you want, he directed. I'd let you use one of these but they're new, and swell shots too. Walter peeped over his glasses and winked at Martha. What's the matter. son, afraid I'll trim you ? Oh no, not at all, just being care- ful , Willie remarked assuredly. Martha sank deep into her chair, and lifted the sewing kit upon her lap. With shoes off and toes turned to the warmth of the fireplace, she looked in dismay at the large holes in Willie's socks. After working with constant effort on the practically irreparable sock, she re- marked with pride, Without a doubt, that is the best job I've ever done, and arose slowly from her chair. Upon reach- ing the mending pile she screamed, Yeow! ! ! Then she stopped to re- trieve Willie's runaway shooter. Glory be! My pistols-I mean my crystals! THE SCROLL 9
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Pistols - - Er - r - Crystals HE johnson household was one of those unpredictable phenomena about which people just throw up their arms and say- I don't believe it! All that just could-n't happen under one roof ! l In the library, Barb, a staunch member of the bobby-sox brigade, was complete- ly under the spell of her ideal hunk 0' man king, Frankie Sinatra. Time after time, with disgruntled moans, she would increase the volume to drown out the squeals of young Willie, supposedly being persecuted by his father, who insisted it was time now that Willie parted with his last baby tooth. Walt, stop being so childish and let Willie alone so Barb can listen to her program, you know she has to report on it at the next 'Bobby Sox' meeting, said Martha. By the way, don't forget we have a dinner engagement at judge Har- grove's tonight. You'd better get ready now, you know how long it takes you to Hx your tie. Barb sighed and stared blissfully into the gold fish bowl as she listened in peace to The Voice. At last all seemed quiet on the john- son front and Walt stood at the mirror to give his tie that last touch. Are you ready, Martha? he asked. Yes, except to put my beads on. That's funny, they aren't here. I wore them to Molly Crockett's tea just last Tuesday and I distinctly remember put- ting them back in this jewelry case. Excitement over a string of beads is rare unless they happen to have the en- dearing past that these jewels have. They were handed down from generation to generation to the eldest girl of the fam- ily. When she attained the age of twenty- one they were presented to her by her mother and were cherished throughout her life, or until her daughter reached the age of twenty-one. Now, Martha, don't get excited over them, you've no doubt misplaced them. PATRICIA FMTTER '45 In a few days they'll turn up, your mem- ory often plays tricks on you, smiled Walt. jumping to her feet Martha rum- maged through the jewel box once more and finally answered her husband, No, I'm sure they were right here. Walt, do you suppose that girl I had clean the house stole them? Or maybe somebody broke in last night when we went to the movie. No matter, we aren't going any- where until I find them. Half smiling, yet a trifle worried, Walt suggested asking the children if they knew anything about the missing crystals. I'll ask them, he stated helpfully. Ouch! who in heaven's name left this skate in the hall? I almost broke my neck. It was me, Pop, snickered Willie. Listen here, Willie, this is no time for jokes. Do you know what happened to Mother's beads? Haven't seen them, Pop, answered Willie. What do they look like? Oh! never mind, Walt said pain- fully. Where is Barb? Leaning down to pick up the skate, Willie grinned wearily. Don't know, Pop, she's around somewhere. What's up, Dad , . . I heard a terrible bang? Did Willie's bed fall down again? asked Barb. Gripping his back, Walt said, No, not this time, but I want to ask you something. Have you seen . . . Excuse me Dad, that must be jim. It's Saturday and my night out. Bye now! Kiss Mother for me! In a frenzy Martha ran down the stairs and grasped the phone. Hello, police station, this is Mrs. Walter John- son, 710 Keaton Road. Somebody has stolen my prize crystals! No, no, not my pistols. What in the world would I be doing with pistols? Crystals, C as in call. That's right. Their value? Approx- imately two thousand dollars. Come right away. Yes, 710 Keaton Road. My heavens, Walt, I may never find THE SCROLL
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,ff ' it ' J ' A X J Taffy Lead, Kindly if Light if , , fl I X 4-, j ll X . .Ulf r 'i V' 1 Lf X I 'S 5 A 1' fi 1 2 p In isa? N ik, eva, in - Jiffy, X-f'f--.- if '?' 'f 1 f I:-QEX fa f ffifptyf , ri ,- ,' , If I ii xf . li' XX-N X HEN the sun disappears below the horizon, he is not down. The heavens glow for a full hour after his departure. So it is when a great man diesg the world is illumi- nated by his inffuence long after his death. Little wonder then, that we of 1945 still cherish with respect the mem- ory of an inspired actor in the great drama of religion, who one hundred years ago made his startling exodus from the Church of England and his humble entrance into the Catholic Church of Rome. The influence of this action serves as a permanent memorial to his great genius as a theologian, teacher, and writer. His name is Cardinal Newman Newman raced through his elementary education and at the age of sixteen be- came a student at Trinity College, Ox- ford. where in recognition of his high scholastic standing, he was elected to a Fellowship at Oriel. As a result, how- ever, of his diligent pursuit of study and his avid search for knowledge, there came also to his very active mind a new restless feeling that Newman himself described as thoughts from another world. In a letter to his parents he wrote, I dreamed a spirit came to me and discoursed about another world: it said it was absolutely impossible for the reason of man to understand the mystery of the Holy Trinity and in vain to argue about it, but that everything in another world was so very, very plain that there was not the slightest difficulty about it. This sounds the Erst note of skepticism that overshadowed the great scholar's mind. PATRICIA Kms '45 Persevering in the Anglican Seminary, he was ordained on May 29, 1825, and shortly thereafter became Vicar of St. Mary's University Church. In 1829 New man took a Mediterranean cruise and the leisure for concentrated thought afforded him by this voyage found vent in poetry. These writings show his state of mind at this period and give an indication of more misgivings and forebodings that were destined to lead to his conversion thirteen years later. When he returned to England, Newman found himself in the midst of an acute religious crisis, which prompted him to write his famous Tracts for the Times and as a result the seeds of the Tractarian or Oxford Movement were sown. Oxford Movement The aim of the Oxford Movement, the first phase of which originated with- in the Church of England in 1833, was tc. awaken a new and elevated religious life. To this end Newman gave all his strength and genius. He became its very soul. Gradually under his leadership the Movement veered away from the An- glican Church and opened a wide path in the Catholic direction that was to lead to Newman's secession to Rome and eventually to the Catholic Revival in England. Historians tell us in referring to Newman and the Movement, that no living man had so changed the religious thought of England and that the effects of his efforts will remain active for gen- erations to come. Realizing the break with Oxford and the Anglican Church was inevitable, 10 THE SCROLL
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