Antioch College - Towers Yearbook (Yellow Springs, OH)

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Burton Stodcl Bronx New Yor Alan Kedzre Thompson New London Connecticut a ' I r k Iulian Nachod Suliot, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania , ' f li Ioseph Iarnes Thompson Glozfersvzlle New Yor Elizabeth Violet Todd, Albert Lea, Minnesota Rose Marie Tofalo, West Winfield, New York Iosephine Tone, Fairlzope, Alabama Barbara Ann Turner, Kansas City, Missouri Frederick Donald Unger, Buffalo, New York Ianet Urie, Richmond, Indiana 162

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N ,f ously dipped it into the stew with one hand while he took the second cup from the patch-eyed individual, with the other. He gave them both their respective shares and produced a cup from the mysterious depths of his copious coat pocket. When they all were ready the repast noisily began. The silence of hunger being satisfied prevailed. Conversation was replaced by the noisy chewing and gulping of the slum-gum. What do you think of it, Patchy? Patchy started to answer but was forced to stop by a spasm of lung-racking coughs. The other two looked at each other and shook their heads. 'When the coughing stopped he lay back weakly on the ground, moaning occasionally. Getting cooler, eh Patehyf' The rat-faced hunchback looked at the Hgure on the ground with pity in his eyes. The cook poked the Ere into a bed of neat coals, sat back and drew forth from the same mysterious pocket remnants of a sturnpy pipe. This he proceeded to pack and light. He sucked the smoke deep into his lungs, looking at the glowing bowl as he exhaled the smoke slowly through his nostrils. For some moments no one spoke. The fire simmered down to a small bed of shimmering coals, occasionally crack- ing and shooting a spark towards the worn shoes of the men. From the distance, far across the river, echoed a long low blast of a train's whistle, followed by three short blasts. A head light Hashed through the far-away trees along the river. 161

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5... They helped Patchy to his feet. C'There she is! Come on I-lumpy, give us a hand. He knocked out his pipe and the three men struggled up the embankment. They stood on the siding silhouetted against the evening sky. The rumbling of the oncoming train increased. All three instinctively crouched as the glare of the headlight became stronger. The engine struggled' up the grade past them, belching great clouds of steam and smoke. The heat of the -I-irebox blasted their faces. Then one by one they started to run along with the train. With experienced hands, each grabbed the lower rung of a box car and let himself be thrown free of the ground to gradually ease himself onto the coupling and thence to safety. They were gone in a Hash. Only the last embers of the dying Hre remained. 163