Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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S E 5 THE TAI-IOMA - ii, ,-,-ff ' CLASS POEM 'I 6 In our Freshman days gone by Even though our trials were few, Senior life seemed far beyond us And our battles strangely new. R. I-I. But with brave determination And a longing to do right We buclgtled do-wn to business: To work with main and might. Hard we labored, often stumbling, Yet our work was mixed with play, For our teachers, friends and classmates Helped to gladden our way. Now our High-school days are over, Yet our work seems scarce begun: So, Seniors, let's a little higher, That folks may say: Your worlf's well done.'

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TI-IE. TAI-IOMA 29 tered the room. He sat in a chair motionless, with his eyes closed, turn- ing the matter over and over in his mind. Finally he heard a step out- side the door. l-le hastened across the room and opened it. A man of apparently twenty-five stepped in. He wore a surprised look on his strong, handsome face. Ir was a rare thing that anyone besides him or the professor was ever in the laboratory. Mr. Frank Nichols? asked the Inspector, 'as he eyed him closely. Yes, but what-Q? With a shock he saw the body of the profes- sor. The Inspector explained the cir- cumstances of his death so far as he knew them. Nichols listened atten- tively until the detective had finished. Then he walked quickly to the safe, and examined closely with a pocket lense a small hole above and to one side of the dial. Yes, just as I thought! he ex- claimed. I often warned him, for I knew it would happen some time, but I never dreamed it would -. prove fatalf' The Inspector was mystihed, but Nichols continued: I can't open this safe, but I can explain how this happened. The two detectives moved nearer to get every rx IMI N part of the explanation. This safe contains a burglar alarm that Prof. Girard invented himself. In this hole dir-ectly above the dial is a piece of selenium. This is a metal well-known to science. While there is light on it it is an electrical conductor. With no light ray on it it becomes a non- conductor. This piece of the metal is connected with a cell in such a way that when a burglar's lamp or any other light is flashed on it a re- volver is fired through this other hole. There is also a clock work which disconnects the current at live in the morning and connects it at ten at night so it will not go off in the day- light. You will observe tha.t the pro- fessor's chair is directly opposite the safe and when he was sitting up his head was on a level with it. He was working on an invention which he hoped to Hnish soon and was work- ing at night on it. Last night prob- ably he became so absorbed in it he forgot the time. At ten o'clock the current in the safe was switched on and as the light was shining on the selenium cells the revolver was dis- charged. It was mere fate that the professor was sitting in the path of the bullet. He probably never knew what happened. MYISSLLIJ CX A 7 x' . ', ,IQ , ? i ' fu

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THE TAHOMA PAGAN BLOOD CLAUDE BRENNAN '17 A beam o-' golden sunlight's fallin' Right across my boolf, an' I Can'i see a word o' hisfry for the glory O' the slgy. Someone's got a window open And the air's all sweet and thrillin' With the scent 0' sun-drenched flowers: And the Rol1in's trilling'. Gee, but it's hard to sit in school, when the fune-time's calling me! Say-1'd just like to up and RUN Until 1'd found a shady noolg: With grass anal' waving trees and sunlight- Dappled, laughin' laroolf. An' then, I guess I'd lay right. down An' hide my face in clover An' soak up FULL o' sweet func smells, that drench the world over. Gee! how CAN a fellow stay, when func-iime's Catlin' him? A week or two' an' we'll be free, An' then the joy-crammed, sunlit hours Rompin' thru the spicy woods, huntin' wild- Wood Bowers. I hear the sandy beaches' lure Callin' us to row and jish An' splash an' romp and get sun-peeled, an' Nothin' left to wish! Gee, 1'm wastin' lots o' time-an' fune- YTime's callin' me. Then, there's the nights-the golden moon- The dew-wet rose scent in. the air! The quiet sweet, the night-bird's song- The moonlight in HER hair! Say, ihere's magic in the air! It makes us thinly such funny things A We'd laugh at, come the day, but now the Night just sings. Cee, it's great to he so young, an' june-time Callin' me!