All Saints Commercial High School - Excelsior Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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All Saints Commercial School Dunstamfs Last Ride 625045 I HE evening dusk was falling, the wind was howling, and a long-gatheriing storm broke as Dunstan Cass mounted on Wildfire rode savagely. His thoughts were dark even as the surrounding atmosphere and the sneer on his lips acclaimed his malicious character and his far from innocent plans. His schemes boded good for no one, but exceptional ill for Silas Marner and Godfrey. He rode the horse at a terrific pace, his spurs dug deep into the steaming flanks of the poor beast, until through sheer exhaustion Wildfire fell on his knees with a scream of pain. Covered with mud, and sending forth blasphemous oaths, Dunstan shot the animal, not with any thought of relieving the suffering creature, but to furnish an outlet for his horrible mood. After giving the quivering form of Wildfire a savage kick he walked on, muttering oaths under his breath. At a turn in the road a light from the cabin of Silas Marner met his eye. Ah, now had come his chance! Why should the old miser have such a hoard when the son of the squire of Raveloe was in such need of coin? Slowly and cautiously he approached, dodging behind trees at the slightest sound. Finally he reached the only window of the humble cabin and looked within. His wicked eyes searched all corners but no sight of the miser did he find. Ah! he thought At last fate is kind to men. Noiselessly he entered the poor little hut. No, he did not hesitate, he went steadily on with his malicious task. Stealthily he looked under the mattress, under the bed, even up the chimney flue. Nothing was in evidence. As he turned from the fire, he gave a low cry of joy. He had stepped into a hole in the floor. Eagerly he pulled away the ragged bit of carpet which had been carefully placed over the hole. With a whistle of delight he drew forth the bag which contained the life-savings of poor Silas. Hastily slipping it into his coat he left the cabin. Lost in thick mist, he stumbled through the slimy mud. Suddenly before him he saw the figure of a man. Was it Silas? The coward's heart leaped with fear, and he clutched the gun tighter. No! the man before him was staggering. It was never Silas, who would not even allow himself suflicient food. As he advanced, he saw that it was Jem Rodney, inebriated as usual. A new idea entered his head. Why could he not use lem as a tool for his plans? He roughly jerked the latter's arm and said, How would you like to make some money? Why hello, Dunsey , lem replied with a leer. What'clya say? Dunstan roughly shook the intoxicated man and hissed, Listen, l'm sick and tired of seeing my brother Godfrey get everything his own way. I'm going to put an end to it. Here's where you come in. l want you to help me do away with him. Don't get excited! No one will know who did it. Page 26

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Allll Saints Commercial School Anna DiMaio Margaret Cantwell Margaret Farren Marie Stadler Marion Stubing Catherine Cunningham Kathleen Cunningham Anna Hodnett Mildred McLeod Margaret Daunhauer Marie Greulich Gertrude Yheulon Madeline Stotenbur Elizabeth Ell Emilia Mihelich Harriet Dunn Dorothy Waldeck Isabelle Dillon Dominga Durlacher Dorothy Gressert Eva Ghler Gertrude Bowers Rose Giammalvo Gertrude Wapenhaus Florence Marz Madeline Springer Pauline Oswald Frances McKenna Lucille Harrigan Helen Whooley Antonia Gennusa Anna Auer Margaret Fleming CK U Where'd You Get Those Eyes? Honey Ain't She Sweet? If I Were You l'd Fall in Love with Me So Sympathetic! Good Little, Bad Little You My Wild Irish Rose Lucky Little Devil Sweeter Than Sweet We Never See Maggie Alone Sweet Marie Yankee Rose Sweet Child Trying Mickey Pretty Little You There's Everything Nice about You They Come No Better Than Betty H She's a Good Girl to Have Around Baby Face ! Painting the Clouds with Sunshine' Hard to Get Gertie Rosy Cheeks Dream Girl What Do l Care? Paddlin' Madeline Home She Had a Little Dimple on Her Chin Stepping Along True Blue Lou Lovable and Sweet Ah, So Pure! The Pal That I Love Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella Margaret Fleming, '30 Dominga Durlacher, '30 Page 25

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All Saints Conimfereial School As soon as the job is done l'll give you half a bag of gold. It will be more than enough to take you out of the town and live comfortably for the rest of your life. At this point of the conversation, lem arose and said with the utmost dignity possible under the circumstances, I may gambleg I do drink, but l'm no murderer. So long, Dunstan Cass. Do your dirty work alone. Dunstan rose with a yell, You needn't think that you are going to back out now. Not with all that information. UNO? Who's going to stop me? I am , growled Dunstan. The two started to fightg neither winning, neither losing. They did not realize that they were so near the edge of the stone pit until Dunstan's foot slipped. I-le yelled and begged lem to keep him up, and lem, who was good at heart, tried to save Dunstan, but it was too late. The lately intoxicated man-now fully restored to his senses-heard a scream of agony, the sound of a human being go crashing down the bank, and a sickening splash. With a scream I awoke. I found myself slipping out of the bed, struggling with the bed sheet that had become wound around my neck. I thanked God that it was only a dream, and felt quite content to allow Dunstan to solve his own fate in the stone pit without my presence. Lucille Harrigan, '30 T7 7 5Spanlsl11? I like my typing, that is true, And my stenography I love to dog My bookkeeping I study with real zest, But it's English I think I like the best. There's one thing I just can't understand- Why do we study Spanish in this fair land? Elizabeth Delac, '32 Page 27