Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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11- sued. Therefore he came forth from his hiding place and went home. As he came into the house, his father handed him some collars and said, john, the 'chink' didn't come for the collars, so you might as well hurry up and take them to him. The boy hesitated. W-w-ell, all r-r-righ-t, he answered. Then the poor boy went on his way. With agitated soul and trembling lips, he stepped into Hing l..ee's laundry. There onhis right was the window he had broken. He thought that Lee suspected him, and he dared not meet Lee's glance. The Chinaman took the collars, and after giving john a ticket, re- marked in a broken English, Kallie f' you Tloisday night. Murphy shuddered, What was that? kill you Tloisday night! Yes, that's what he said. John quickly opened the door and ran home as fast as his feet could carry him. And yet, he dared not tell his father, for he had promised him severe punishment for the next mix-up he should get into. Therefore he went to his room, said his prayers over and over again, and then went to bed, only to dream the most horrible of dreams. On the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, everything went wrong. The Chinaman's phrase rang through his brain. At last the fatal night came. john reviewed all of the wrongs he had ever done, and felt very sorry. But when he tried to think of the good deeds, he could recollect none. Surely, I can't go to heaven, he thought. Oh, if I only had an- other chance. While all of these thoughts were rushing through his mind, the doorbell rang. Answer the bell, called his father. Then he braced up and obeyed. But, when he came to the staircase, he shivered, he shuddered, and trembled with fear. The very walls seemed to bid him farewell. The hats on the hatrack seemed to turn into spirits which pointed their fingers at him. And as he walked down the stairs, a creaking voice seemed to say, Keelie you, killie you, Tlois- day night. And then the walls seemed to re-echo in a grand voice, Keelie you, keelie you, Tloisday night. But still he did not give up. He came to the door, and there outside stood the Chinaman, who cried out, O pie doo', opie doo'. john obeyed, and opened the door. Then Lee handed him a packet and re- marked, Me tellie you kallie f' you Tloisday night! No? Goodie night. Good night, answered the boy in a weak voice, after receiving the packet of collars. He then sat down on the stairs in order to regain control of himself. Now I see, he muttered to himself, kallie f' you Tloisday night. I see, I see. -Milton Yawitz, 5. sa

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.- V' sn -1 fs' 1 ' s -'fs r 'A-'A , :Y W: C QI! J px N f R J, 551 ,-3 --Q ' ' L-, f..ieT!?iT'Elb Africa. The marble stone holds sixteen pages of type set according to the page proof. Thus the Scrip is printed in sections of sixteen pages each. This form now goes to the press room where the big press has al- ready been prepared. The pressman puts it on the press and makes ready , a process by which protruding pieces of type will be brought to a uniform level so that the impression is even and will not punch through the paper. The ink fountain is set to give a uniform color and then the feeder feeds the paper through the press. The result is a printed sheet on each side of which appear eight pages of the Scrip. After these sheets are dry they are taken to the bindery where ma- chine folders are set for the size of the paper. Then the sheets are run through the folder. After the forms have been folded, they are gath- ered together by girls and stitched on a wire-stitching machine. The cover is folded and pasted on. The Scrips are wrapped in bundles of one hundred each and sent to the shipping room. The delivery tickets are made out and, as Mr. Louis Buschart told me, The auto comes and takes them to 'Home Sweet Home'. -C. Gordon Fennell 7. One of the big presses A Misundersianding '- OHN Murphy was the most mischievous boy in the neigh- ff' Q borhood. He was always playing tricks and jokes on ' somebody, and he was always causing a disturbance. But i his Waterloo came at last, and this is how it happened. J john was chasing a boy down the street, calling him all kinds of names. Seeing that he could not catch him, he picked up a stone and hurled it at the boy. The stone sailed through the air, and then, crash! It broke the window of the Chinaman's laundry. John lingered not a second, he turned on his heel and fled. After hiding for about ten minutes, he found out that he was not being pur- 62

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.-'?r W' A - - - ' :Y 3-Z '1:1-'f 5'7 'K- 'fi X , , A fd-,, ,H -J ,A-iz.:-ef:.s 1 3 The Widowis Son W Q T was late in the afternoon when Charlie Mier knocked at if Mrs. Wilson's door. Being invited in he went into the parlor and while waiting for Mrs. Wilson to return with U, f the money his attention was called to a little picture in a g l silver frame on the piano. Looking at it closely, he noticed it resembled him greatly and under it saw the name Ralph Wilson. When Mrs. Wilson returned to give him the money he asked if this was her son. She replied it was. She told him he resembled her son greatly, only her son had two teeth out in the front, an anchor on his right arm, and a birthmark on the back of his neck. She told him her son had been gone away for Five years, that he had gone to be a sailor and had not returned homeg so she thought him dead. By this time she was weeping so piteously she could say no more. Mr. Mier left her to her sorrow, and slammed the door behind him. Charlie had a bright idea,-if he could only I-ix up like Mrs. Wi1son's son, he could live there happily without having to work any more. Why shouldn't he? He looked like her son except for a few marks. Think- ing this, he passed along Broadway and on a big sign over a dingy shop he saw the words, Sam Ontonio, Tattooist written in large white let- ters. After looking at the sign a few minutes he thought of going in but putting his hand in his pocket, discovered he had only fifty cents Out of that he had to buy his lunch and have carfare to go home. Then he had another thoughtg he could borrow th.e price from Tom, his roommate. On going into the shop to ask the price of the work, he was met by a dark, fierce looking man with a mustache. He said sheep- ishly, How much would you charge for putting an anchor on my right arm, and a birthmark on my neck ? Sam Ontonio answered in a gruff voice, One dollar, sir. Charlie promised he would return that evening or the next day at his lunch hour. Going out of the shop he remembered that it would not only be one dollar for having the Figures put on his body, but also that the teeth had to be extracted. On going home that night he kept on thinking of the plan, and step- ping into his room he saw Tom, his roommate, reading the paper. After supper Charlie and Tom sat down to their usual evening chat about the news of the day. Well, began Tom, what happened to you to-day Charlie, you were a little late in coming home, were'nt you? Yes, a little late, but it didn't make any difference tp me. I have the finest plan! I am going to get a happy home, money and every- thing, just on my looks. Tom looked at him in disgust. On your looks? Why, Charlie, you can't even get room and board for a week on your looks. 9 64