Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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24 S E N I 0 R N U M B E R Lost, Conti n u c d nonce. If you will do this I'll introduce you to Jean Clinton. Any fellow would go through lire and water for a chance like that. Is it a go? “There’s my hand, responded his brother with great promptness, “which house shall I tackle.” “I’d go to that big white one over there if I were you. It looks rather friendly, and as if its inmates might take pity on two stranded innocents. You had better hurry so we can gel started back.” As Dick disappeared around the house Ned fell hack upon the grass, helpless with laughter. At last he managed to gasp: “Too easy, too easy.” In the meantime Dick made his way to the back door and. having summoned all his courage, rappe I feebly, lie did not look up as the floor opened, but mumbled a few words about “a bite to eat.” Won't you come in a minute?” inquired a feminine voice, so marvelously sweet and musical that instinctively Hichard raised his eyes. He dropped them immediately and a dull red glow slowly ovei -spread his countenance. “Matilde,” said the vision to the maid, please get some food for Mr.—” Brown, said Dick quickly. There’s some cold chicken and lots of other things in the refrigerator, Matilde. I got them for my spread, but we can prepare a few for—Mr. Brown. While you get them I'll make him some ehocolab . Did you say your brother was waiting outside? calmly inquired the young lady. Yes. said Dick, and again he flushed as he met a pair of mischievous brown eyes. The dimples came and went in the girl’s cheeks. She was sure that this was Ned Huberts’ brother, for there was a marked resemblance between the two, and besides she was well acquainted with Ned’s propensity for practical jokes and knew that he would lose no opportunity to trick his freshman brother. She liked a joke herself, and although she felt sorry for Dick, she could not resist the temptation to tease him. She seated herself on the opposite side of the kitchen table and began to pour bis chocolate. “What is your line of work?” she asked in an interested tone. Bricklayer. said Dick, desperately gulping down a piece of pie. “Oh! Is it hard to obtain work this fall?” she inquired, leaning on her elbows and cupping her chin in one while hand. Yep, said Dick, with more force than elegance, as he hastily arose. Thank you very much for your kindness. Miss, and, grabbing his bundle, he rushed headlong from the house. He found Ned sitting on the lawn and together they walked down the quiet street. Suddenly before their eyes there stretched a mighty park with many large buildings all ablaze with light. Dick stared in amazement, a queer uncertain feeling stirred in his heart. He looked at Ned with great intentness. Suspicion filled his mind, and when Ned began to laugh he could restrain himself no longer. Ned. w—what are these buildings? They look almost like c—college buildings. he began in a low, shaky voice, as the significance of his brother’s laughter came to him. You don’t mean that you have bamboozled me all along and all this time we have been in the right place—oh gosh!” Exactly, dear brother! I congratulate you upon your remarkable perceptive powers, (lee! It seemed too good to work, hut you bit. You sure are the original sucker. And the house where I went begging—what was that—ITexy’s residence?” growled the enraged Dick. “Calm yourself and prepare for the worst. It was the sorority house of the most aristocratic set of girls in the school. Dick said nothing, for obviously there was nothing to he said, but lie kicked himself figuratively speaking and made secret vows of eternal vengeance against his brother. At length his curiosity conquered his pride and resentment, and summoning his voice from the depths to which it had sunk, he said: “Who was the girl—John I). Hockefeller’s daughter I suppose? “Ah! So there's a girl in the case. The plot thickens. She was probably prowling in the kitchen looking for something for a spread. What did she look like?” I don't know,” answered Dick, but as he spoke the picture of the girl came before him. She had big. brown eyes, dimples, teeth and hair, and oh! I can’t describe her, but she looked all right, believe me. She was a queen, and just look what a simp 1 made of myself.” Cheer up, she’ll forgive you and like you all the better. I wonder who it was—do you suppose—? Say. I’ll bet that was Jean Clinton. When she wrote to Katherine last week she said she was going to give a spread tonight. This is rich! “Jean Clinton—I wonder, said Dick, and he remembered the shadowy dimples in her cheeks, the quick glances from her dark eyes and the flash of her white teeth. Maybe she didn’t utterly despise him even if he had been tricked like a silly little fool. Perhaps, in time, she would even come lo like him— Four years later, when the girls at Jean Clinton’s announcement party gathered around her and demanded the story of the happy couple’s first meeting, there was a whimsical smile around Jean’s mouth as she arose in response to their clamor. “Girls, I wouldn’t dare tell you about it.” she said laughing happily, “all your romantic ideals would be shattered. You see—Dick and 1 met in the kitchen.”

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Dick gave his mother and sister a pcrfunelorx and embarrassed kiss, grabbed his suitcase and dashed forth with his brother Ned. The train had pulled in when they reached the station and soon they were well on their way. Richard was happy and excited, he felt that he was about to step into a new world, a world made chiefly of athletics, pretty girls, moonlight serenades and thrilling adventures. He listened eagerly to Ned’s easy conversation, which dealt chiefly with a certain young lady named Jean whose beauty, vivacity and charm had never, so it seemed, been equalled. All tin college hoys were willing victims and Ned cheerfully admitted that he was numbered among the wounded. He warned Richard that if he wished to preserve his heart intact he had better keep out of the girl’s way. Dick, however, was undismayed. and despite these warnings he began to look forward to seeing her. As lie sal silent in his seal and looked at the flying landscape, his vivid imagination began to portray their first meeting— perhaps he would rescue her from drowning or save her life by stopping a runaway horse. He could see her pretty face as with tears in her eyes she thanked him for his noble deed. He would stop her with a few modest, eloquent words and she—but just then the train came to a stop with a sharp jolt and put an end to his dreams. The brothers jumped from the train and Dick surveyed his surroundings with great interest. Ned, however, had seen them many times before, and so with a curl hurry up” he started from the station. “Hey, Ned!” shouted Richard, “aren’t you going to take a cab or go over in a machine?” “We can’t very well unless we wait an hour,” responded Ned. “You see no carriages or autos meet this train. Scarcely anyone ever conies at this time, so it wasn’t worth while for them to come over. We had better walk, I think. It’s only three or four miles, and you wouldn’t mind at all. Come on.” In the still beauty of the twilight another day was being laid to rest, and as Dick walked along the warm, dusty road the silence of the dusk seemed to bring a feeling of peace and well being to his heart. After a time they came to a division in the broad road, one branch running toward the sunset and on; winding its way to the north, where the evening shadows were falling. Dick paused for a moment. “What road?” he asked. Ned stopped short, then said: It's the one to the west, 1 guess. No, that’s not right. Let me see, it’s the north road. Yes, that’s the one.” Sure? Whatever we do we don’t want to get on the wrong road, Gosh! but you certainly are brilliant. I hope after I have been over this road a few times I'll know my directions bettor than you do. You really ought to carry a compass. Some day, my child, you’ll get lost on the main street of your home town.” That’s right. Dick, rub it in. I was just confused for a minute. This is the road all right. I hope so for your sake. If it isn’t your life insurance man takes a big risk. Let's hurry now. it’s getting late. (ice! Ned, it seems great to realh be here, actually here in the college town,” he exclaimed, with a rapturous intake of his breath. I feel—well, for mercy’s sake, what is the matter with you.” N—nothing.” Ned gasped faintly. “That is nothing much. 1—we—that is to say—oh! thundering guns what will we do?’ Cut the Sarah Bernhardt stutf and come across with what's hurting you, snapped his brother. There, there, Dick. Don't gel excited. Y—you see I’m afraid we are lost. I can’t place a single thing in this blamed town. We must have taken the wrong road.” Lost! What do you mean, you big simp, you infinitesimal sliver of nothing? So we’re stranded in a strange town?” I’m sorry, awfully sorry, but it looks that way. We’ll go to the restaurant for supper and then start back. It’s tough luck, hut it can't be helped. As Ned spoke he reached in his pocket for his purse. His mouth dropped open and when he drew out his hand it was empty. “(Ice whiz! I’ve lost my pocket book. You big idiot! If you’ve got any more pleasant surprises produce ’em. If you wern’t bigger than I am, there would be another death notice in tomorrow’s paper. Well, you got us into this scrape, what are you going to do now?” Don't ask me. Shut up a minute and let me think,” Ned said angrily, and after a pause of a few minutes he exclaimed: I have it—the very thing. Listen, because we will have to act quickly. You go hack to one of these houses and pretend we are beating our way to the next town. Tell them you’d like something to eat and something to carry to your brother, who is loo bashful to come in. It will he great fun.” Wow! You prince of ignoramuses, dream on. Do you think I would go begging just because you didn’t know enough to find your way over a perfectly familiar road? So you'll wait out here, will you, while I go in and do the prodigal son act? Well, it will be a hot day in January when I do. Oh! come. Dick, be a sport! I can’t very veil go to the door. This place is so near the college that I’d be very liable to run into some acquaintance. Nobody here is familiar with your handsome counlc-

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S E N I O R N U M K E R 2.'» An Ultra-Modern S t o r y Third Prize Story WALTER WILLIAM WILLING. oratory. IMMIK ami I sat reading one of those modern stories from a modern magazine. We had the hahit of reading to each other because James intended to enter Oherlin in the fall and take up Now reading was a privilege allowed to deckhands only when oil' duty, and the bos'n on the steamer Harvard had an idea that “readin’ never got no work done.” We had reading down to a line art. simply attach a string to the book and to the porthole cover. So. I read to James I), in an undertone while he listened for the bos’n with one ear and for the words with the other. The hero was arrested for two or three impossible crimes, committed by the villain. The case being tried, the heroine had made her plea for her lover’s life, and now the foreman of the jury enters the courtroom. Silence reigns supreme. The serious man cleared his throat and “Duck it!” So I slammed the magazine through the port-hole, grabbed the paint brush and made motions that would have made Jesse Willard look like a 19(M Ford. And then—the porter came down to get a pan of onions. We painted his shoes, laid down the innocent implements of labor, and J. Dean proceeded to resurrect the Heart’s magazine, while I regained my comfortable position. But—there was no magazine. We had not tied the cord to the ship. “Darn good story,” says James. Only one more word and she was finished,” I added. ‘ “Wonder what that word was, James Dean said characteristically. So we wondered and guessed all the way up the lakes and down again. At Milwaukee J. I). Price tried to go ashore to gel a Heart’s, but the mate was grouchy. Nothing was left for us to do hut to wonder what that one word was, upon which the whole story hinged. What a brain it must have issued from! We would lie in our hunks and exchange opinions and reasons for such opinions, hut to no conclusion. We arrived at Fairporl, and J. D. went up to the hamlet to “procure a pamphlet periodically produced and published, termed the Heart’s, hut he returned with a pair of socks and a displeasing idea of Fairporl. Well, we made another revolution, and coming down the rivers Mr. Price made a remark to the effect that some nice man would he taking a job on the Harvard if he didn’t get a chance to procure a Heart’s. I held up my hands in horror, that the Steel Trust Company should lose such a valuable assistant. We pulled into Ashtabula about daybreak. The bos’n handed James Dean Price a red-covered, much-mie gave him lifteen Lincolns with instructions to drop into Christensen’s. We had just finished taking olT hatches when the bos’n handed ames Dean Price a red-covered, much-thought-of magazine. There was a flutter of pages, and you can imagine the look on two sweaty, windblown faces when we found the page and read that much-hated, foreboding word: “Continued” “How did you puncture your lire?” “Ban over a milk bottle.” “Didn't you see it in time ?’’ “Naw; the kid had it in his pocket.” First Mexican Senorita—“She is of a very good family.” Second Mex. Sen.— Yes; one of her ancestors was President of Mexico from 12:10 to 12:10 one day in 1912.” ft ft ft Miss Warmington—“What is the height!) of your ambition, John? J. S.—“Don’t know exactly, but she comes up about to my shoulders.” Levi—“Hepecca, pefore you start for Europe, ve vill put your chewelry dot safe deposit vault in.” Rebecca—“But I van! to vear my chewelry dot steamer on.” Levi—“Humbug! Suppose you gets drowned and your body was not recovered. Levy—“Vy you look so sad. Iky, my boy?” Isaacs—“Yy, last night as ever was I come home and I find Cohen kissing my vife. Levy—“Goot heavens. Iky! Didn’t you kill Cohen?” Isaacs—“Dot’s m ytrouble. 1 can’t. Cohen owes me money.”