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

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All Saints Commereiiall School A Busy Lunch Hour QXSEXD Dear Polly, I am taking a few minutes at lunch time to tell you about Pat's merry adventure. All the facts are before me and I am giving them to you in logical order. So, here goes. One day our vivacious friend suggested an exploration of the belfry tower of the church. With Pat at our lead four of us sneaked up the choir stairs. We went all the way to the top of the staircase. With trembling knees and excited giggles we stood before The Door. Excitement reigned within and without as Pat grasped the doorknob. The Door flung open. Half a moment later we were standing within The Door making scathing comments on the ordinary-ness of the tower room. A scuffling noise drew our attention to the farthermost and darkest corner of the room. A figure crouched low against the wall. Our high nervous screams echoed and re-echoed as we made a dash for the stairs. We fell in a heap at the bottom of the staircase, gasping for air and wailing, It was a ghost , No, it was Satan himself , Oh, no, it looked like a hunch-backed maniac to me. Maybe it was Lon Chaney , sobed Peg hysterically. Where is Pat? Red answered the question herself by tumbling down the stairs and landing on us, a scared and yet exultant look on her face. In her hand she held a beautiful, pearly-colored stone. I found it at the foot of the ladder leading to the steeple, not two feet away from where we were standing , she replied to our questions. Bess, a sceptic and critic, looked at the stone and decided its worth. A A five and dime special , she stated. Pat sighed and put the stone in her pocket. As we stumbled into the church proper our glances met that of a tall, lanky, swarthy-skinned chap. I can hardly say that he glanced at us. I-Ie actually stared. While we rushed through the alley Peg caroled, Hey, that dark black-clothed man looked like a clothespin to me. Mightn't we saye-a shadow? . Bess wanted to know. Next morning Pat saw the Shadow again. She told us about it before the bookkeeping period. I could swear that I have seen that man more than once since yesterday. I had the feeling I was being followed. But on the train this morning he stood right across the way from me and stared in the most terrifying manner. Page 35

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All Saints Commereialil Seihlooil myself in the hands of the bookkeeper who posted me. Idid not think there was a sound space on my face but nevertheless, I was again placed in a machine and the word cancelled written right across me. Finally I realized that my journey had come to a close, for I was enclosed in an envelope and addressed to my rightful owner who insert-ed me in a large package of checks. Immediately, I recognized my companions of the check book. My! how happy we were to see each other! We were soon busily talking about our experiences. Yes, here I remain the same yellow check but quite different from when I started. I am marked and creased, but I am very happy, for I have not only enjoyed myself but at the same time I have aided others. I Adelaide Volk, '31 . Ol The AlleAIH6TlCHU 96676 I HE essentials-personal and educational-to success in the business world, what are they? We may well compare the business world to a football stadium. The world sits in the stands-watching. The players take their places. One end is in view-the gleaming goal postsvSuccess. The game is on! Let's go! You are only the ball. Courtesy carries you past the Krst ten-yard line. Tact, Poise, and Neatness manage a trickplay which lands you on the forty- yard line. You are half-way across the Held. But-what do you see before you? You are confronted with usituationsn. To all appearances you will have to rely on your own- resources. Responsibility lurks in the next fifty yards., Initiative, Practicality, Coniidence, and Perseverance are the perfect Four Horsemen. Loyalty is an excellent tackle. Temptations of more or less importance are swept away by the force of his play: Knowledge and Intelligence are super-guards. They prevent errors from slipping through with the ball and discover new means of kicking a goal, stealing yards, and outwitting rivals. Everything moves in perfect harmony. I-low can you lose? You don't! The thrill of soaring over the goal-posts is an inspiration not only to attain greater glories for yourself, but also to encourage enthusiastic but less experienced participants in the Game to employ the All-American Eleven for ultimate, victory. g Dominga Durlacher, '30 Page 34

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All Saints Connrinnieireiiaiil School Bess, with the advantage of ten months and six days, advised loftily, Don't grow hot and excited, child. He was probably looking right through you-thinking of something that happened in Monterey a long time agoff That p. m. Pat was called from school by a phone call saying her mother had been stricken with an unexpected heart attack. When Pat reached the gate a cab-driver ushered her to a taxi standing at the curb and informed her he had been sent to bring her home. The girl friend hopped in and the taxi departed in the traditional cloud of dust. After a few minutes riding Pat realized that something was up. She was falling into the arms of Morpheus or wherever chloroform sends you. When she regained consciousness fthis sounds like drama a la Nick Carterl she was in a kitchenette, somewhere in Brooklyn for maybe it was New Yorkl. Anyway, it was a kitchenette, bare of furnishings and very high above the street. Our heroine had but one thought-escape. Suddenly, the Shadow stood in the doorway! Did he snarl And now my proud beauty! and stalk menacingly toward her? He did not. He lounged against the doorpost and apologized for the treatment she had suffered at his hands. You see, Iittle girl , he purred, you have something that belongs to meg something that I went to a great deal of trouble to get. And what is that? asked Pat, all curiosity. Oh, that pearl you pickfed up in the church tower said the villain nonchalantly. I suppose I'll have to tell you the whole story. Myfere profession is not exactly smiled upon by Law and Order. Don't misunderstand me. I always give them a sporting chance. I have never failed to tell them of any objective I had in view or any object I felt the desire to possess. You mean, faltered Pat, you are a crook? Oh, not the way you mean it. I am a cosmopolitan, so to speak. Race andnation mean nothing to me, boasted the Shadow. In this case, I had gone all the way to India, to the Inner Temple of the ancient and mysterious cult on the Ganges. For four days I disguised myself as a priest of the Temple. My aim was to get their largest pearl but I got only one of the smaller stones, because I gave them a sporting chance. Still, it will help me pay the messenger boy. Before I ask you fortthat stone I'Il tell you what part you played in the the affair. The cult sent some of their agents after me. I came to the States. Most of my hide-outs were known to these men and also to the New York police. I happened on the church as a good hide-out. I used the tower room. There is a secret door at the back of the room which leads directly to the church proper. That is how I got downstairs before you girls. I was interested in what you w-ould do with the pearl, so I followed you home and kept a vigil outside your door. In the morning I followed you to school. You know the rest. I won't bother you for the stone now but I will be back in ten minutes for it. So long. p Page 36