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

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All Saints K30!U1l'l111lilC1FCilEilllSCllil00ll The villain departed. Our Nell, pardon, our Pat cast frantic glances to left and right. She couldn't go out the window and the use of vocal chords would bring only the Shadow. What should she do? Her eyes rested on a small door built in the wall. The dumbwaiter! Patty rushed over and opened the door. Well, what good did it do anyway? The dumbwaiter would only carry fifty pounds. Thought our heroine, If I slide down the rope, my hands will burn and blister. Hold everything! Here's a ladder running along the side of the shaft. Pat lifted herself over the sill with as little noise and as much speed as was possible. On her way down she passed several doors. As she neared the bottom someone above began to send the dumbwaiter cellar- ward. Pat made a wild and sprawling jump of the last four feet. She dashed around the cellar wondering what to do. The principal idea was to get out. Suppose the Shadow should see her after she did get out? A pair of overalls and a paintfstained cap hung on a nail. Five minutes later Pat carelessly walked out disguised as an ashman-in a costume that did not fit her and a cap that was far too large! Soon Red stopped and collected herself. She was near Fulton Street and the Extension. Her net capital was thirty-three cents-and a pearl. She got rid of the overalls-a telephone booth. Would she call up the police? She called up her mother. I won't be home till late , she said. Again looking like her sweet little self, she left the booth, walked a few blocks along Fulton Street, and suddenly darted into a prosperous-looking jewelry store.Tl , Well, now, how can I finish this tale? This is an assignment in English, due next Monday. I thought l would write out the plot and ask you to help me. l've racked my brain until it is blank. Please help me? just sit down like a dear and jot down a hair-raising ending for my narrative and l'll remember you in my will. How arejyou getting along, Polly? Did your brother johnny recover from the measles? Have you seen Edna since she had her hair cut? I personally think she looks a wreck with the windblown . Would you like to take a season locker somewhere with Pat, Peg and me this summer? Lovingly, Dominga All Saints Commercial Lunch Hour-12:15 p. m. Page 37

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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

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A1111 Saints CCo,imm.eireiia11 Sclliiool Reaching the Goal No matter what happens you know there are few Who stick to their work and see it all throughg But life is short and the things that we do Should always be helpful, should always be true. Know that sometime you'll reach the top: Keep this in mind and never stop, Sometime you know there'll be a great day, Then to much work never say nay . You'll never be lonesome, you'll never feel blueg You'il have more friends who will stick to youg You'll receive all the credit you think is your due, So stick to your goalg I'l1 stick to mine too. Josephine Matykumas, '31 i.....o1,T 1lini Memoriam 06926 EPTEMBER, 1928, was a very eventful month for us who entered our beloved All Saints. Excited and happy we were initiated into the preparation for service in the business world. But November 30 of that year brought us solemn news. jovial Catherine Gray had suddenly left us for a brighter home beyond the skies. In the midst of our joy, the sobering thought, that we too shall one day pass from this earth to meet our Creator, has helped us immeasurably to acquire a true perspective of life's values. ' Mildred McLeod, '30 Page 38