Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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s THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION of antiques, which was on display at his home last evening. The ring be- longed to the Borgia period. Flint utul Skinner ' s Detective Agency arrested George Hanson in connection with the robbery, although they did not get the ring which, it is thought is in the pos- session of one of his accomplices. After reading this article, Ezra went to the police station for more informa- tion. There, he saw a modishly dressed young lady whose plaintive voice Avas saying to the desk sergeant, “But lie ' s innocent, can’t you understand? My brother couldn ' t do such a thing and he wouldn’t anyway. Even when he is proved innocent ” ‘‘I’m sorry, Miss Hanson, but your brother will have to stay in jail until his trial.” The young lady turned and walked slowly out. She walked so slowly that Ketch um and Kill inn ' s representative had a good look at her. She was good looking, indeed to Ezra’s eyes she seemed to be ihe prettiest girl he had ever seen. She went out the door and he followed her, forgetting what he had come for. As she went down the street, she sobbed to herself, “If T only had some one to help me.” Although she had said it to herself, Ezra heard it, and stepping up to her, he said, “I’ll help you if I can, I’m a representative of the Ketchum, and Killum Detective Agency, and I’ll show you mv badge, in a more secluded place.” Miss Caroline Hanson turned to Ezra and sobbed, “Oh, will you, oh, thank you so much.” After properly introducing himself, Miss Hanson having been inspired with confidence, invited him to accompany her to her home where they could talk over the case. At her home Miss Hanson said, “I think I know who stole the ring. His name is Fuller and he is in the business of making cheap, artificial diamonds, etc. He has been suspected before, of crimes, but he has always been able to prove an alibi. With your help we might be able to catch him with the goods. I know he was at the exhibi- tion of Mr. Willis’ antiques and it’s (piite possible that he may be the thief. At any rate we might visit his house tomorrow. What do you think about it?” “Well, personally, I think it sounds quite plausible and I’m willing to call on him, with you, tomorrow. Let us hope we’ll get the ring back,” was Ezra’s reply. The next day they set out by taxi, to a certain address in the Columbia Heights section of Brooklyn. Here, after dismissing the taxi they went up the steps of a brown stone dwelling. In answer to Ezra’s ringing the door- bell a man of about forty years of age opened the door. “Mr. Fuller,” said Miss Hanson, “I wish to speak with you.” “Step in,” came the reply. All three went into a living room. “Mr. Fuller, I think it was you who stole the Willis ring. I want to search vour house for it.” “No! by thunder! you can’t search my house, neither can anybody else.” At this point Ezra said, “I ' m from the Ketchum and Killum Detective Agency, at this point the huge nickeled star was shown, “and I’m going to help search this house.” As he began his search, Mr. Fuller sprang at him to prevent his doing this, and a lively fight ensued, in the course of which a potted plant was knocked over and broken, and at the end of which, Mr. Fuller was knocked senseless by falling against the piano. While Ezra was tying him up. Miss

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THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION iron bar. Grasping it tightly in his hand, he smashed it into the very heart of the piano. As his mind left him, he grew wilder and like a fiend, he tore, shattered, and splintered the once beau- tiful piano into a pile of worthless wood. Suddenly lie stopped, and knelt rigid beside the wreck. Slowly his hand slipped forward, and from the centre of the ruins, he drew a musty bag. The bag! Once more Graham’s mind returned, and again lu thought back forty years. The bag had not gone out the window as he suspected, but had fallen in be- hind the keys of the uncompleted piano. A hammering at the door started him from his trance. Wild thoughts entered his mind. The police had come to take him back, but he would not go. He would die first. Outside, Mr. Brandon and Mr. Howe were conversing with two officers. “We have been trying to get in for fifteen minutes,” said Howe, excitedly. “We were told at the prison, that he is here. Graham is ignorant of the fact that his innocence w‘as proved when Ward confessed murdering Wheeler and throwing the blame on Graham.” The door was down in a trice and the quartette rushed into the room. Half-way they stopped horror-stricken, for over the wrecked piano-frame with a dagger in his breast, lay the lifeless form of Donald Graham. Stanley Troy, ' 25. Winning Honorable Mention in The B oston Traveler Short Story Contest for High School Students of New England An Amateur Detective Ezra Lamkin, a six weeks’ resident of pew York City, earning thirty dol- lars a week, came across an advertise- ment, in a cheap magazine which read: WONDERFUL OFFER ! ! IF YOU ARE NOT EARNING ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS A WEEK, clip the coupon below and send it to us, enclosing twenty-five dollars. We will send you without further payment, the wonderful book, Detectives and, Their Work, HOW to Become a Detective. You will be enrolled in the great KETCH UM AND KILLUM DETEC- TIVE AGENCY! Consider the rewards you will receive in bringing criminals to justice. Do not hesitate! Clip the coupon at onqe. We shall only be able to keep this remarkable offer open for a short time. After reading this advertisement, Ezra filled out the coupon and sent it with a money order. In due time he received a badge with the word DE- TECTIVE inscribed on it, and the two books. Then was he proud. He, Ezra Lamkin, out of six and one half millions of people in New York City, he had been chosen and enrolled in the great Ketchnm and Killum Detective Agency. Then he studied the newspaper to see if he could find something to do as a detective, and lo! just what he was looking for, he found. He read : VALUABLE RING MISSING! A very valuable ring consisting of seven three-quarter carat diamonds, eight one and one-half carat diamonds, and a five carat emerald, was stolen from Mr. H. Gordon Willis’ collection

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THE ARLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL CLARION Hanson cried, “Here’s the ring, on the floor by the broken flower pot.” She picked it up while Ezra finished tying np the thief, after which he sent for a patrol wagon. The police arrived and carried Mr. Fuller out from his house. The driver of the patrol took the ring from the would-be detective’s hands and told him to appear in court the next morning. Miss Hanson show ' ered her friend with thanks as they drove back to town in a taxi. At Times Square they separated, Miss Hanson going to see about her brother’s release and her es- cort going to Flint and Skinner’s De- tective Agency. When lie arrived there, he found that it was already !) known that the ring had been recovered by a rube detective. He went into Mr. Flint’s office and said, “I represent the Ketchum and Killum Detective Agency. I’ve just re- covered the Willis ring, and I thought I’d tell you that you’re not so much as you think you are.” Mr. Flint looked Ezra over and said, “Boy, there’s no such agency. That ' s just a way to fleece some poor suckers out of twenty-five dollars; but if you want to be a detective, belong to a de- cent agency.” So saying, Mr. Flint took the badge lie had on his own coat and put it on Ezra’s vest in place of the other one. John F. Gruber, ’24. At the Movies The movies are probably the cheapest and most popular (because of cheap- ness) form of amusement indulged in at present. Every one attends the mov- ies because of the variety of showings. There is always the news reel, never mind how old the reel is, and we may have seen it a dozen times, but never- theless there must be the news reel. The reel must bore us to death, we see ships being christened with — — cider; we see the new way to extend the life of a bed bug, we see a cornerstone being laid for a building by a distinct- ive brick layer in a tall hat. By this time we are interested in the conver- sations taking place around us, and forget about the pictures. The feature picture is shown, at the same time one of our expressive neigh- bors lets every one know that she seen it. Then the plot is out, our neighbor begins the tale, “ibis guy had it in for that guy ; yuh, the one wid the stovepipe lid on. — Oh, she don’t luv him a-tall. As l wuz sayin’, this guy played a dirty trick on the other guy and so the other guy kills him and he dies. Say, did some one tell me to shut up; why usher, I ain’t said a word, it wuz that red head in front.” By the time this worry has been re- moved, we always have lost the plot of the story. The story is almost in our minds again when we hear another familiar sound. Crack — crack — crack. Sure, it is our old friend the peanut eater. With each “crack” our mind grows more and more intent on destroy- ing the element. Hanging would be too gentle for him. Added to this ' , some rattlebrained person (dumbell) makes a dash for the seat in the middle of our row, missing only the little toe on the right foot. Our hat is the next disturbing thing. We had it a minute ago, but not now. Aimlessly we feel under the seat, bumping our head against the seat in front. People in the neighborhood endeavor to help us