A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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Is there anything particularly queer about her? Why, no, answered Mrs. Magus, she's rather good-looking, and, -oh, 'yes-, the little finger of her left hand is missing. Godfrey grabbed the telephone, called headquarters, and gave terse orders to send a detail at once to the Magus house, to watch all ferries and trains, and to search all the thieves' haunts in the city for Kate Travis- Lady Kate. Headquarters seemed to know perfectly whom he meant. You won't get her, said Jemmy calmly. as Godfrey hung up the receiver. She's got a good, half hour's start. Come along, said Godfrey roughly. MAROON AND WHITE Mrs. Magus could see that he was deeply chagrined. Good night, Mrs. Magus. l've made a botch of this thing. I've got to catch that woman. But he hasn't caught her yet, and when Jemmy finishes his term, he probably will find his share of that fifty thousand dol- lars waiting for him. Nevertheless, the next day Mrs. Magus' sewing room was rid of that massive, roll- top desk. She locked the room and never again did she enter it, and most assuredly hired her next servant with five fingers on each hand! V1viAN A. ENELLO. Class of 1933. STORM Carrying a sqwirming puppy in her arms, little Elizabeth trudged up the dark. winding stairway to the lighthouse tur- ret. The door fell to the floor with a heavy clang as the child and her com- panion emerged from the passage into the faintly lighted tower. Accompanying the metallic grating of the lock, a peal of thunder rumbled menacingly and a flash of lighting pierced the dark bowl of the night without. Quickly, Elizabeth turned to the curved window-seat where, out of the depths of blue plush cushions, she and Toby looked upon the storm. This was her refuge: here she enjoyed security during an interlude that the elements crowded with their play. Quick drops of liquid silver spattered against, and then rolled down the leaden panes. The rushing, roaring wind sar- donically made mock of the damp land. Sparsely scattered pine trees writhed and twisted convulsively in their gritty, sandy beds. Elizabeth shivered and hugged Toby closer for comfort, while the little terrier whimpered in the deafening crashes. The NINETEEN THIRTY-THREE windows rattled under the shock: instant- ly a transitory blaze of electricity shot the sky--beautiful pieces of sky-into blind- ing daylight. The rocks, strewn with bits of driftwood, shone wet and revelled in their nakedness. Grains of stinging wet sand were whipped from their beds to meet briny spume. The ocean had transformed into myriads of churning, chaotic cesspools that ceaselessly swirled around lost pieces of wreckage. Ebony waves dashed white. showering foam upon rugged rock altars. The barren, windswept, ever shifting dunes resembled strange fantasies beneath the display. Elizabeth thrilled to the storm-call, flat- tening a cold nose to the barring glass. The wind was abating now and plain- tively sobbing night-songs, while dark- ness, the accompaniment, pressed closer to its world. Soon only the vigilant beam of the lighthouse beacon was visible to the little girl and her dog. IMOGEN BOWERS GROESCHEL. Class of 1933. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Ihre

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MAROON AND WHITE Mr. Godfrey relieved Mrs. Magus by telling her that .Iemmy would be very glad to relate his story. The small creature's eyes twinkled ma- liciously as he glanced up at them. The poor woman led the way to the parlor, and when they were all seated com- fortably, Mr. Jemmy Blum commenced his story. Well , he began, to make a long story short, I started on this lay just after Mag- us' death, when a friend of mine in the fortune-telling line told me that Mrs. Magus was a spiritualist. This gave me my clue, so I--ah-got into the house. I-low? demanded Godfrey. That's telling. Go on, then. I got inside the house, looked over my ground and decided on my line of opera- tion. I wanted something neat and effec- tive, and I worked on it a good while be- fore I had it going right. There were so many little details. It took a lot of prac- tice-such things do-and then I had to remodel the inside of the desk-shorten up the drawers and make room for myself behind them. Lucky I'm little, and the desk is one of the biggest I ever saw. So you were in the desk? queried the detective. i'Sure , he chuckled. Where else? Then you decided that you would go through with the plan? Yes , said .Iemmy slyly. I saw that Mrs. Magus was scairt to death, and I was afraid if I didn't demonstrate for her, I wouldn't get the money. How did you know she had it? I knew that she was well off. But the odor of tobacco? I-Ie got a vial out of his pocket, uncork- ed it, and again Mrs. Magus caught the sweet and heavy odor of Peter Magus' cigar. ' And here's a fine point I'm proud of, had this made from a said Jemmy. I dozen of Magus' cigars I found in a box in his room. So the smell was just right. while of showing some I thought for a smoke, but didn't dare risk it. But the note, Godfrey said. That was the cleverest of all. Paqe One Hundred and Thirty-two f Jemmy chuckled and glanced at God- rey. Ah, you'd like to know, wouldn't you? You never will. But it all depends on it. If I put the acid in before the salt, the writing disappears at the end of two hours: if I put the salt in before the acid, the writing doesn't appear for the same length of time. It took me five years to work it out. But the writing didn't all appear at once, Mrs. Magus now objected. Of course not, said Jemmy impatient- ly. It wasn't all written at once, was it? It appeared just like it was written. I-Iow could you time it? Why , answered Jemmy still more impatiently, I timed the writing for eight- thirty-Eve. But the chair? Jemmy shot a disgusted look at God- frey. Any faker on Sixth Avenue can do that, he said. A hook on thread. Any- think else? Accept my compliments, Jemmy. It was cleverly done. I'm almost sorry you didn't get away with it. Oh , answered Jemmy. with studied indifference, that's all in the day's work, you know. But thank you all the same. Godfrey. He was flicking the ashes from the end of his cigar as he spoke, and Mrs. Magus noticed he didn't meet Godfrey's eyes. The latter looked at him an instant: then, with a low exclamation, sprang to his feet and snapped open the bag in which Mrs. Magus had stowed the packets Jemmy had returned to her. He ripped one of them open, and disclosed not ten thousand dollars in currency, but a neat bundle of blank paper! Jemmy was looking at him now, and his face was alight with triumph. How did you know I was here? God- frey demanded. I didn't, glrinned Jemmy, but I wasn't taking any chances. Who was your pal? That's telling, he answered easily. Godfrev turned to Mrs. Magus and queried, Have you any servants? Only one, she answered. INETEEN THIRTYTHREE

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MARGON AND WHITE SALTfWATER BUBBLES The other night in a dream I found myself aboard my own sailing ship, log- ging the impossible speed of forty knots. We were running before a gale with the wind fair astern on a pitch black night. Tearing along at this speed, we came to a crashing, sudden stop. The ship piled itself upon a reef, reared itself. backed off, and settled by the bow. All hands jumped for their lives, but I was some- how rooted to the quarterdeck. With the water swirling around me, I was quickly pulled under. The wreck settled gently on the bottom: to my great surprise I found that I could breathe easily. I walked the deck to the battered bow, stepped off, and floated gently to the sea floor. After exploring my immediate surroundings, I was walking back to the wreck, when a gigantic shape loomed out of the shadows, slowly taking the form of a fish. And what a fish it was! If you can imagine a fish, a cross between a whale and an angel fish, you will have a good idea of what this one looked like. lt had the monstrous shape of a whale, with the beautifully colored fins of an angel fish. He swam slowly toward me with wide, sad. staring eyes. looking me up and down. and working his mouth as though ready to cry. As I gaped at him. he took a sobbing breath, which greatly resembled a well known fog horn. Speaking perfect English between rasp- ing sobs, he asked me to help him find his way home. He went on, after a great crying spell, during which he took an immense red bandana handkerchief from behind his left fin, wiped his eyes, and blew his nose violently, making his nose a delicate pink. He told me that he was the youngest member of his family and had wandered away and was lost- as I could plainly see. My sympathy was aroused for the little fellow , and I told him that I would do my best to help him find his home. As I was a total stranger in this place, I hadn't the faintest idea where his home was located, and was sorry I said I should help him. Not knowing his own name, I dubbed him Sunshine . Why I Page One Hundred and Thirty-four chose this awful name I can never say: but Sunshine it was, whether he liked it or not. Having the greatest confidence in me, Sunshine tagged slowly at my heels, while I led him in the direction which was the easiest for me to walk in. As I proceeded along the sand, plants on the sea floor grew larger and higher, the farther I walk- ed. Ahead appeared an indistinct, dark mass of shrubs. The plants along the trail were now about one hundred feet high and were made up in very beautiful and strange designs. Merry Sunshine, who had now stopped his blubbering, and wore a wide-reaching grin, much more be- fitting his new name, took occasional, deep drawn sniffs, and bit off large pieces of the plants, which he chewed with an ex- tremely loud crunching noise. This crunching filled the vacant silence abund- antly, but I was sorry to see him eating the plants. The dark shadows ahead gradually be- came more distinct until I made out sea- floor growth, the same as that through which we were walking, grown to a height of two or three hundred feet. Sun- shine seemed quite natural in these sur- roundings, but I seemed less than a pig- my in a strange world of giants. As we approached the entrance. there seemed to be no life within, Sunshine. speaking for the first time since we left the wreck, asked me where we were. Not having the slightest idea myself I couldn't answer him, and said that I didn't know. As we approached the only visible open- ing in the mass of brush, a snail crept out from behind a leaf and squinted at us through sleepy eyes. He was fully six feet tall and was a shiny black all over with two white horns. He greeted us with a lazy, drawling, Hullo , and ambled slowly past us. Turning a corner around a tall stem of bush. I stepped into a wonderland un- der the sea. A village was spread out be- fore me. Houses of corral and shells that glittered in the dim light. and paths of flat shells greeted my eyes. Here and there stood huge corral houses NINETEEN THIRTY-THREE