Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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A P 1- 111 ,I , I .Y IMI up ,E , 11gi,g j.p..YQ1l:4H , Em: eiifji -H I II I I 55 V 1 Qlirmlutte ant the QEngme 5 1 This history begins by saying that if J-oe Martin began to think, not that Joe had previously been unable to think, but thinking was not part of the duties of a i New Oregon cab-driver, so as Joe would Q! aptly put it: Why think? He was i thinking about a girl he had just seen, I a pretty girl who had smiled- at him. 9, Many girls had smiled at Joe. With his six feet of exuberant young manhood and , his light curly hair, he was sufficient cause E3 for another glance from any member of l l the weaker sex, be she Mrs. J. Pierpont l V Ford or ,Sadie Katt who sold tickets at i , the Cinema Palace. N ot that Joe was averse to the charms 1 of the ladies. Far from it. To put it in i his own vernacular: 4'He got a kick outa them, and as the majority of his femi- 3 nine friends were ladies of the chorus, gf 7 his words were perhaps not ill-chosen. lil PAUL RHYHER The girl about whom he was thinking was tif ' not only pretty, but she had brains. A jiri very rare combination it is true, yet very obvious as one glance clearly proved. ll it She was dark, Joe remembered, and had very nice teeth, and she had smiled- ill smiled radiantly, nay more, divinely. Now, when such a prosaic being as a New it 5 Oregon cab-driver thinks about such things as these, one can very safely prophesy 51 lg immediate action. l 1 i 4 I i . v ilg 'z tl Joe Martin was a taxi-driver because he wanted to be. And he Wanted to be l because the sound of the working engine was music to his ears, the feel of the JT wheel in his hands was a joy, and the sensation of swiftly moving cords under him made a warm place in his heart. He was happy when he was tinkering with pg obstinate engines, and he dreamed engines, lived engines, they were his idols. l Now, for the first time in a great while, something else held iirst place in his heart. I This something was a girl. A mere girl 5 a pretty girl, it is true, but a girl never- theless. Joe didn't quite understand it. Girls were useful in their way, and ornamental, too, but they were not in a class with engines, throbbing, pulsing, im! powerful engines that kept the business of the world moving and the wheels of ,FE progress turning. Strange, very strange. ! Joe drove his car to the station, and turned it over to the night driver. Then , he walked towards his boarding house, his mind still full of the girl. I wonder who she can be? he said to himself. If I see her again, I'll I find out. Gee, I never thought a jane could moon-eye me like this. I At his rooming house, the boy ate his supper, then Went to his room Where he fished out some thumb-worn blue prints of gasoline engines which he spread out 2 ii and poured over, a sparkle in his eye and a half smile on his lips. He wasn't I. ij studying to better himself, he 'd have laughed at the idea. He was learning the 5, 24 lili Gfzgjr'-'srfg' fm'-X-A'L,T . ii.f'i if 1 .t -if 6. .9