Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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16 THE AEGIS Jim Worth turned the last corner and almost skidded through a plate glass window. By J ove! The office was dark, as he had feared. The paper was off the press. As he crossed the street, he noted the coldly malicious stare with which the greasy windows reflected the moonlight. Jim turned the key, and a moment later stood in the press room, where the papers lay, neatly stacked for the carriers. The lights flashed on, and by their merciless glare the unfortunate young editor recognized on the front page of the paper, till limp from the press, a familiar, smiling face and the inscription, Ever yours, Marian. With a groan Jim Worth peeled off his coat, found a pair of shears and set to work. Two hours later the startled policeman awoke from his snooze long enough to watch a suspicious looking character with a queer bundle under his arm, slowly trudge along Main Street. It was a tired young city editor who walked into the office of the Star on the next afternoon and gave surly answers to all inquiries. And it was an irate lot of subscribers who kept the phones jangling all day, to find out why the upper right hand corner of their papers was missing. They never received any definite information on that topic. But in the bottom of Jim Worth 's trunk lies a great heap of printed repro- ductions of the smiling face of a certain young lady who signs herself Marian, and for some unknown reason Jim gets all his personal mail at home. A PLEA JUx,1A HENNINGIQR Of all the torments, all the cares, With which our lives are cursedg Of all the plagues a student bears, The finals are the worst! ' ' Misery loves company, ' ' Said a wise man long ago. In finals, too, we joy to find Companions in our woe. O Teacher, surely you can see That fears do wrack my breast. I beg that you will favor me, E'en tho' you slight the rest. How great 0 e'er your rigors are With them alone I'd cope, I can 't endure my own despair And see another's hope.

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THE AEGIS 15 With deft and perhaps a trifle hasty fingers the city editor opened the envelope. From it fell four closely-written sheets of paper, and a picture. For a long minute Jim gazed at the pretty face that smiled back at him from the card, which bore the inscription, Ever yours, Marian. Presently he laid the picture on the edge of the desk and began to read the letter. Of course it 's a well-known fact that such letters will bear re-reading, that they even become more interesting each time, as one constantly discovers new and hidden beauties of style. Thus it happened that Jim was reading the scented missive for the third-or was it the fourth 1?-time, when a suppressed snieker from the Ex- change Editor's desk brought him back to earth with a start. A guilty flush spread over the young man 's face as he gathered up letter and photograph in hasty confusion and jammed them into his pocket. The blue pencil was travelling at top speed over sheet after sheet of type- written paper, when Ted oozed up to the desk. Any copy? Yes, Ted, responded the city editor, without glancing up from a heart rending obituary notice, jerking a thumb at the Madame Alondra story, Take that stuff to the typo, and that picture up to the engraving room. And tell the engraver to be sure to do a good job, it's a front page article. Yes sir! responded the willing Ted, as he gathered up the picture and papers and ambled toward the door. Jim's pencil was still exceeding the speed limit when Ted returned twenty minutes later. U if i 1 I' if if if 'Il 1 Jim Worth yawned. He laid his book on the center table of his neat bachelor apartment, tossed his cigar into 'the grate and yawned again. His watch informed him that it was half past one, and time for his beauty sleep. lle had left the office soo11 after midnight, having finished his editorial duties and having left the newspaper to the tender mercies of the proof-reader. Now, as he slowly divested himself of his coat, he reflected that he really deserved a rest. Suddenly a thought Hashed upon him. To be sure! He had forgotten all about Marian's picture and letter in his pocket. He would read the letter onee more, and put the picture in the little silver frame on the maiitle. He fumbled in the eoat pocket a moment. Yes, there it was, the letter and the picture. As he unfolded onee more the sheets of the letter, he glanced at the picture. The glance froze into a stare. J im 's eyes became glassy and his jaw dropped. Was he losing his eyesight or his mind? He wondered vaguely whether he was per- fectly sane, as he gazed with fascination at the broad and world-famous features of Madame Alondra. J im 's first and only remark was one that no self-respecting family magazine would repeat. Then he struggled i11to his coat a11d was off down the street at a run. The Main Street lights were turned off, and the street ears had long since stopped running. A startled policeman awoke from his snooze beside the signal box long enough to wonder who could have kicked him on the shi11, when there was no one in sight except a young man two blocks away travelling like a steamer whose captain has just sighted a periseope.

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THE AEGIS 17 1 9 3 7 GEORGE SLOAN In 1937 the class of '17 will have bee11 out in the world for twenty years. Who will be the statesman, who the money master, and who the literary genius? At the same time that these students graduate, thousands of others all over the country will do the same. They, too, are ambitious. They, too, are sure that their class contains the brilliant successes of the future. These are not mere day- dreams. Anything may happen. Who can tell! In 1872 a nine-year-old southern boy was compelled to work twelve hours a day in a glass factory, due to the untimely death of his father. But he kept his eyes open, and soon got a job as a bell-boy, in the hotel across the river from his home. He soon worked up to night-clerk, and then took over the bowling alley, and within four years had ten thousand dollars in the bank, and had spent half as much more on a home for his mother a11d sister. One day a newspaper informed him that in Buffalo there was arising a giant twelve-story structure with a thousand offices within its walls. I'll get the restaurant privileges, he said. After many difficulties he made a success of it. With two hundred thou- sand dollars from his restaurant, and three hundred thousand more fborrowedj, he built the Inside Inn,f' at the St. Louis World's Fair. At the end of the summer he took back an additional two hundred thousand to Buffalo, for his summer 's work. Then he built the hostlery in Bufalo, across from the restaurant. which bears his name, and in rapid succession, one at Detroit, and Cleveland, and he will soo11 put into operation the largest hotel in the world, containing two thousand, two hundred rooms, opposite the Pennsylvania Terminal in New York. If you know anything about the hotel business you have probably heard of him,- E. M. Statler. In 1908, a bright young salesman succeeded in landing a big lot of orders for cars. Then he found that his firm was ready to go into bankruptcy. He took over the factory, without a cent of capital, and managed to put through the year, by using the money taken in on one car to pay for the materials for another. When he took over the shop, he was thousands of dollars in debt. This was in January, 1908, and by August 15, the debts were all paid. Hi inventory showed assets of forty-eight thousand dollars. On thi as capital, he made and sold four thousand, sixty-five cars the next year 09095, clearing over one million dollars. With a shoestring and lots of hard work, this man, John North Willys, built a sixty-eight million dollar corporation in nine years. Three years ago a studious-looking young man-he was then twenty-nine years old,-came to New York City. He had only a few dollars in his pocket. But his head was full of ideas and he did know business principles. He entered the Pyrene Manufacturing Company as a salesman. In six months he was sales- manager. Then he was put in charge of advertising. In 1916, the president of the Pyrene Company, a million dollar corporation, resigned. The Board of Directors elected the studious-looking young man President. He had been with the firm less than two years. From no job to presidency of a huge corporation at the age of thirty-one! The name of this young man is C. Louis Allen.