Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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The Arlington High School Clarion 9 climbed in, and with the doctorfollowing, remonstrating, set off . They drove at breakneck speed to a handsome house in the suburbs Giving the cabman the brief order, “ Wait,” he went to the door and rang the bell He was admitted at once. I he lawyer who had been expecting Aronson, was ready for business, so they at once started to work on the deed. After what seemed an interminably long time, the paper was drawn up. Both men made a rush to the cab, and told the driver to make his best possible speed to the Renssalaer Hotel. Arrived at the hotel, they found that Tyler had gone to bed. Both were wild with impatience. A bell-boy was sent to arouse the sleeping “ party of the first part.” After another endless wait he appeared. When he saw Aronson he became pale as a sheet, and would have fallen had not the lawyer supported him Aronson glanced at his watch. Of course, he could not have understood the trouble with Tyler, but was too excited to notice it. “ Get the deed quick,” he shouted. Something seemed to have possessed Tyler. He walked as if in a dream to his room, procured the deed and returned. The papers were exchanged. Tyler promptly fainted. The other two were just lifting him up when the clock in the tower of the post- office building struck twelve. The ten days were up: the contract had been carried out, and William Aronson was a richer man by some hundred thousand of dollars. — W. F. C., 1911. Photographic Developing and Printing DOANE Associates Block BOB’S LUCK IN the circle of light from the great A camp-fire, lounged two young men in the free and easy attitudes of college Freshmen. Somewhat in the shadow and on the opposite side of the fire, Pierre, the French Canadian guide, sat quietly smoking his pipe with a far- away look in his deep, soft eyes. The silence was unbroken except for the crackling of the fire and the soft “ lap, lap ” of the waves on the shore of the lake. From time to time, the logs would fall apart, scattering a bright shower of sparks. In the darkness outside the circle of light, gleamed the bright, curious eyes of wolves that dare not approach the fire. Say, Dick, what day’s today, any- how ? A fellow loses all track of time up here in the timber,” drawled Bob, who was lying on his back, with his eyes half shut, puffing away at his cherished meerschaum. Dunno, but I think its Thursday, because it was the day before the day before yesterday that I shot that caribou, and that was Monday. I know, because we got our provisions from the club that day. Understand my logic ? ” “ Oh, yes, but say, Dick, that makes tomorrow Friday, doesn’t it? That’ll queer our luck sure on that shooting, and by George, come to think, it’s the 13th tomorrow, too. I’ll be sure to shoot you instead of the moose, upset the canoe and have ...” Oh, you poor dope! You’re as bad DR. G. W. YALE DENTIST POST OFFICE BUILDING ARLINGTON

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8 The Arlington High School Clarion The coroner had been examining the body. “ Well, it’s a case of natural death, all right. Here, }im, you can take him now.” An undertaker stepped up and two men carried the body to the wagon waiting outside. “ Where did you send him ? ” Tyler asked his friend in the tone of one who is merely curious about such matters. The doctor answered; the men separated, Tyler going to his hotel. The next morning he was oft to the undertaker’s shop bright and early. “ I must rush matters now, if possible There’s no telling when he may revive,” he said to himself as he walked. Ar- rived at the establishment he told the same story to the man in charge that he had told to the coroner, and asked to see the body. The man consented and they went back into the morgue There, on a cold marble slab, lay Aronson, in the same condition he was in before he left for Chicago. “ What are you going to do with him ? ” asked Tyler “ Well, as he has no relatives, we may as well bury him at once. I suppose we’ll do it this morning.” “ Perhaps that’s the best thing to do,” said Tyler, in a sad tone, as he left the gruesome place. Once outside he rubbed his hands with Calls by Appointment. A. L. NOURSE 32 Post Office Building Manicure Arlington, Mass. Shampooing Facial Massage MarcelWave Joseph P. Kerrigan, D. M.D. DENTIST ASSOCIATES BUILDING ARLINGTON CENTRE, MASS. glee, and said over and over again, “ Fifty thousand at least; fifty thousand at least,” — the very words Aronson had used nine days before. VI About four o’clock the next day Robert Hancock, a friend of the under- taker’s dropped in to hear about the man who had died on the train the night before “ No,” the undertaker replied to Hancock’s questions, “ there was nothing about him to identify him, and besides, he had stated earlier in the day that he had no relatives, so we buried him yesterday morning. No, this is the only thing, and I could make nothing of it,” and he pulled out a small gold, college fraternity pin. Hancock glanced at it and cried, “ Why, for Heaven’s sake, man, he can be identified! I belonged to that same fiat when I was in college You have the body exhumed, and I’ll have it identified. “ All right I’ll do it this afternoon.” He was willing enough, for he knew a fee could be collected if friends could be found. At seven o’clock the body of the un- known man lay again on the marble slab. An attendant was passing when he noticed a bright spot in each cheek. “ That man’s alive,” he cried, and immediately called a doctor. The phy- sician used strenuous efforts to restore the body to life, and before eight o’clock Aronson suddenly sat bolt upright and demanded: “What day is it? What time? Good Heavens! Call me a cab,” he cried, excitedly. The cab came. He gave the address of a prominent lawyer, Thf.rese B. Thomas, D. M. D. Charles A. Thomas, D. M. D. DENTISTS Associates Building Arlington

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10 The Arlington High School Clarion as these Frenchies who think the world’s coming to an end if a fish jumps wrong.” And Dick, the matter-of-fact, shrugged his shoulders in disgust. Fierre rose to put a log of hickory on the fire, which had been dying down. “ But yes, M’sieu, it is so. I know it. The fish they are the messengers of the evil one.” Well, have your own way, but I think you’re two superstitious chumps. I’m going shooting tomorrow if it takes a leg and expect to have good sport, too, for I always was a lucky dog. Are you with me, Bob, or not ? “ I s’pose its kiddish, but I don’t want to fool around with a gun tomorrow. I’m no kind of a shot, anyway, so I guess I’ll go over to Little Lawaco and see how many fish I can get.” “ All right, just as you say. Well, I’m going; to turn in ; it must be after eleven.” And the two young fellows went off to their tent, leaving Pierre to tend to the fire. In the gray dawn of the next morning, Bob was awakened by the rumbling bass of Dick, singing a college song, as he bustled about the tent, pausing now and then to go and give his chum a poke. When the matin bell is ringing, Uralio, Uralio, From my rushy pallet springing, Uralio, Uralio! “ Well,” yawned Bob, “ I suppose I may as well ‘ rise from my rushy pallet,’ too, so here goes.” In a few moments the three men were gathered at their breakfast of coffee, fresh trout, and Bob’s excellent flap-jacks which he knew how to make even better than Pierre, himself. I he guide soon finished his repast and going down to the shores of the lake, he launched the canoe, and began the necessary preparations for the hunt- ing trip. Dick got out his gun, and filled his cartridge-belt, while Bob sat around, looking as if he wished he were going after all. “ All is finished,” called Pierre from the water’s edge, and Dick jumped up eagerly; then turning back, he put his hand on his chum’s shoulder, saying, coaxingly, “ Come on, old chap! Don’t be a fool!” For an instant, Bob hesitated, then said, shaking his head, “ No, I shan’t give in now, anyway. You go along and have a good time; don’t mind about me ” Well, so long,” called Dick, reluct- antly, as he went down to the shore and he and Pierre pushed off. They made a striking contrast — the fresh-faced young fellow and the rather swarthy Frenchman with his wide slouch hat, and his red handkerchief knotted loosely about his throat. Bob watched them glide off, with a wild desire to have a part in the fun; but too proud to give m, and too superstitious to have any- thing to do with a gun on so unauspicious a day. He watched the canoe till it was a mere speck, and then, going into his tent for his fishing tackle, his eye chanced to light upon his gun. With a sudden deci- sion, he said to himself, “ I’m going to take this gun with me, and if anything L OUIS F. WESTON, PRINTER, at 686 Massachusetts Ave. Central Sq., Cambridge, Mass., solicits your esteemed patronage. Patrons may rely upon getting work that is entirely satisfactory. Cambridge telephone 62. House telephone 204-1 Arlington.