Bristol High School - Green and White Yearbook (Bristol, RI)

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SENIOR LITERARY CLUB

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8 THE (iREEN AND WHITE wings, one the west on which the masons were working, the other, the east, containing the bedroom. The windows were quite close to the ground, and one could easily put his hand in one. “Hello, here is Miss Reynolds,” exclaimed Dr. Edwards. “Good afternoon, Miss Reynolds, how are you?” Good afternoon, gentlemen, this is a fine afternoon, indeed.” Miss Reynolds, may we look around? We would like to see the living room and the grounds around it.” “Certainly, I will gladly show you around. As you will notice, there are masons working on the building. “Here in the west wing is the living room. “Where is Mr. Reynolds’ room? asked the detective. “This is next to mine, in the east wing. I will show you if you would want to inspect it. “Please do, that would be interesting, 1 believe,” replied Dr. Edwards. They went around to the east wing, but they stopped before a piazza. A door led onto the piazza. Dr. Edwards saw foot prints in the soft dirt. Surely they were those of a man. Yes, and they led to the west wing. The detective took note of these things. “Where, may I ask. are the servants’ quarters?” questioned Dr. Edwards. In the wing that the masons are working on, around in back. Uncle also has a laboratory in that wing. “Has your uncle any beasts there, say, caged in his laboratory?” Yes, he has an ape.” replied Miss Reynolds. Has anyone access to the laboratory excepting your uncle?” asked Dr. Edwards. Only myself, and I may go in only with him.” “Miss Reynolds, I think I will go back to the village and stay for the evening. Good afternoon. The detective and Bill walked away in the direction of the west wing. Here they came upon the masons at work. Watching the masons. Dr. Edwards nearly fell over a heap of rope, and in doing so uttered an exclamation. “Say, Bill, this gives me an idea! Did Miss Reynolds say where the door to the laboratory was? No, I thought not. I’ll ask one of the masons.” Say young fellow, do you know where Mr. Reynolds’ laboratory door is?” Yes, replied the mason, “Over on the other side next to the servant's quarters.” The two men went around the wing and came to the indicated door. The door opened into a lightly wooded section with a few trees near the house. Bill, we will come back tonight. Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone gets suspicious, exclaimed the detective. “Dr. Edwards and Bill went to town, where they hired a room at the village inn. They had dinner and later took a walk. “Say, Doctor, what are you going to do tonight ?” “Well, son, I might as well tell you now,” replied the detective, “we are going to make a trap at the laboratory gate.” “But, what do you want a trap for, Doctor?” “Never mind, boy. wait until tonight, then you will see plenty,” returned the detective. At ten o’clock that evening two men were seen creeping to the west wing of Lincoln Hall. These two men took something from the ground near the mason’s work, and went in back of the building. They were busy for at least an hour. Then they sunk into the bushes to sit and wait for something. Time passed, and nothing happened. Suddenly the village clock boomed out its twelve strokes. It was calm and quiet. The building was silhouetted in the moonlight. A sudden grunt, the door of the laboratory opened and the bulky form of an ape appeared, followed by a woman. Suddenly the ape roared and fought violently. “Bill, cover the woman, don’t let her escape,” yelled the man. An elderly man came running around the corner of the house. As he approached the scene he demanded to know the meaning of such an outrage. “Sir, why do you disturb-folks at this hour? Please explain yourself. “Nothing, nothing, replied one of the marauding men. we have just caught the cause of your niece’s worry. Ah! Miss Reynolds, see what I have for you. An ape. yes, and a lady.” “Mr. Reynolds, this woman whom you know is mentally deficient, has been obtaining sums of money from your niece. She has been forced to do this by Antone, your discharged servant. Madame Petrone, is this not so? “No, it is a filthy lie, exclaimed the crazed woman. “What was that. Bill, go see and please be careful. In a few minutes Bill returned with an unpleasant gentleman at the point of a gun. “Madame Petrone, you know this gentleman?” asked the detective. “Antone, exclaimed Mr. Reynolds, “cer-tainlv she knows him. “Oh, Oh, cried the woman, “why have I done this? He forced me to it, he is responsible. He drugged the ape so it would be harmless, and made me do it. “Look out,” cried Bill, “get away.” And as he cried the ape fought violently. He roared and threw his arms out. In doing so he caught Antone's arm. Pulling the man to him, the ape crushed out his life. Thus ended the mystery of the “hairy hand and also the life of the one who threatened others by the same instrument. A. IVERSON, ’29. DAWN Swaying tulips moist with dew. Shy white violets, purple, blue, Covr’d with dew drops, crystal clear. Nod their heads to Dawn so near. Hyacinth, crocus, blue bell bright, I ift their heads, dawn to sight; Birdlets shirping, pine trees whisp’ring, Hush of dawn sets all a-Iist’ning. KATHLEEN F. KELLEY, ’29.

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10 THE OiREEN AND WHITE THE MONKEY’S PAW The blinds were drawn, the fire burned bright; Without .the wind howled, twas a cold, rainy night. Father and son were playing at chess, Mother sat tatting some lace to her dress. The father was inattentive, the reason was plain. For in spite of his care, he was losing the game. There came a tramping of feet, a knock on the sill, Who could it be, not a man with a bill? The guest who came in was a tall burly man. He looked none the worse for the perils he ran; Sergeant-Major Morris, he said, was his name. And not, if you ask me, without his measure of fame. At White’s invitation, he sat down to rest And he whil'd away the time with story and jest. Many the story, he told, of far away lands— Of India, especially; he gestured much with his hands. They never grew tired, but kept asking for more, He talked most about an old monkey’s paw. This paw. he said, did bring bad luck. Contaminating it as though 'twere covered with muck. Three wishes, of it’s owner, would come true. But. in his words, a sinister meaning showed through. The Sergeant was persuaded to part with his prize. Not without telling, what to them seemed but lies About previous owners all being dead And others, who’d seen it, taking to bed. He ended by saying that he’d give them a last chance Before being killed, as though by a lance. The next morning early, from the bed where he lay White wished for money his mortgage to pay. As two hundred pounds was all he did want. He thought he would be unmolested by even a haunt. He was to learn in a horrible way That one can't gain without having to pay. That very afternoon, the son was at his work. Mrs. White saw that outside a stranger did lurk. While she watched, he entered the house. In as timid a manner as would a mouse. As he whispered his message, her dishes she spilled, For that very noon her Herbert was killed. But at the next words, from his chair White bounds, For the sum that is given them is two hundred pounds. One week later, as she sat up in bed. White’s wife spoke of the thought in her head, “If the first wish came true, why not the second?” she said. We can raise our poor Herbert up from the dead. The old man rose and said, taking the paw, “I wish our son brought back once more.” He relaxed in his chair and tried to laugh some, But, deep in his heart, he hoped no answer would come. A half-hour later they were sitting up in bed. The old man, still trembling, was ceasing to dread; The mother was sitting with the hope gone from her face. Absently fingering some pieces of old lace. When suddenly there came a knock on the door, Immediately followed by a fusillade more. The old woman rushed to the head of the stairs, From her was slipping all worries and cares; She opened the door, from the cupboard a dish Fell down as her husband made his last wish. A wail of misery and grief from his wife Brought the trembling old man back to life. He ran down stairs, his word I’ll not repeat, For stretching straight before him was a still deserted street. H. DeWOLF, '29. LAUOH WITH ME! Let’s laugh 1 Ha 1 Ha 1 Life is so droll and amusing. What of it if things are forever going wrong? Laugh it off, I say! Life is a joke, let's laugh and forget. Today is here, tomorrow's not come yet. When one goes to a zoo, one feeds peanuts to the monkeys, watches their antics—and laughs. So let it be with life. All things are passing, nothing is lasting. That D I got last month in Math? What of it? Am I not now betting B- How I worried, how I fret—but it passed over, and now I'm laughing—ha! ha! “I faw down and go boom.” Yes, and I cried. It was a trifle embarrassing too. I hurt myself. My companion laughed, although she sympathized with me. She said I looked so funny! At the time I was highly indignant at that laughter. But now 1 laugh at the meaning of it. “Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.” For. laughter is Nature’s greatest panacea for all our ills. KATHLEEN F. KELLY, '29. - COMPLIMENTS OF CALLAN CONSTRUCTION CO.