Cass Technical High School - Triangle Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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THE TRIANGLE 31 COGITATED REVELATIONS With Apologies to K. C. B. About four years ago I read About a wise man Who said That it You don't advance You go backward. And now I have Stopped To think About This fact. Cass Tech Has not Advanced socially Ever since I've been here, And I thought That it would Be a mighty Good thing For Cass Tech If she would Advance Somewhat More rapidly Socially, Instead of tloundering Around in the same sea And not advancing. You can do this. It is your school That is slipping. You form the school. So you, PERSONALLY, Are slipping Into An lmmeasurable And disastrous Rut. YOU Can only get out By pushing! So push Your social Life Even though You are Not Accustomed To pushing, For a bigger, Much better. Social, Cass Tech MODERN HEROISM lt was on a bright, sunny day the Ger- mans, comfortably entrenched in their retreat- ed position on a hilltop, were expecting each day to be attacked by the Allied forces and were therefore uneasy. If you engaged on a spying -expedition on the German positions on that particular day, you would have seen the following: On the northwest corner was a. large tree, the only sign of vegetation on the hill. Di- rectly under the tree st-ood, or rather leaned, a German sentinel, with the bayonet of his gun stuck into the ground to give him a. better support. About twenty feet east stood a table with papers scattered about the top, and a fat German officer sitting at it, his head in his arms, soundly sleeping. No other signs of life could be seen. Presently three German ofllcers, as you could plainly see by the great number of Iron Crosses pinned on their coats, came up from the con- cealed exit of a dugout. They first scanned the scene below, then turned their gaze about them and saw the ofhcer at the table. They imme- diately awoke him, and with the usual bottle of wine for stimulation, began to inspect the maps on the tab-le, at the same time starting a conversation. If you had understood the German language, you would have heard how they were going to drive the Allied forces clear back to Paris the very next day. It would have greatly amused you, and you would have forgotten your posi- tion and laughed aloud. Presently the fat officer with the most Iron Crosses pinned on him stood on his feet and gave a summary of their plans for their great drive iretreatl. As the meeting was about to adjourn a tall, lean German spy, who had as- sumed the name of Lord Victor G. Hawkins for his work, and who wore an Allied uniform, came rushing up to the group of otflcers. His coat was unbuttoned, and he had lost his hat in his great haste. The moment the spy recovered his breath. he told the officers about the great drive the Allied forces were making. On hearing the news that the Allies were al- most upon them, each oflicer gave one leap. reached for his bottle of wine and ran down the side of the hill as fast as his legs could carry him. In fact they ran so fast that the slim spy could not keep up with them. This shows the great work the Allies were doing by teaching these fat oflicers to run. Pinto I. Honzuauas, Contributing Editor. J. Psrnosxr.

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30 THE TRIANGLE last day came and Richmond brought in his masterpiece. Jones looked it over thoroughly for a long while. At last he looked up to Richmond. That's perfect, Trent, he said. Richmond looked gratified, but replied that he still was dubious. The morning for the special exam came and the campus was agog with excitement, for of course the news was known throughout the college. Richmond went in to take the exam and saw a student there whom he knew to be a close associate of Jones. He dropped into the seat beside him and whispered in his ear, 'Tm Rich- mond, captain of the basketball team. You know why I'm here. Help me out, and We'll win the game to-morrow night. Just then Professor Crawford called to Rich- mond. Come on up here, Richmond, he said. I've reserved this secluded front seat for you, so none of the others can bother you. Richmond was stunned. So Crawford was suspicious of him, eh? Well, He'd show Craw- ford. Old Deacon couldn't possibly catch him with his watch pony, and he'd pass the exam with colors flying. So he took the seat indi- cated by Crawford. Soon all the students were in and seated who were due. Then Crawford got up to the front of the room. Students, he said, slowly and distinct- ly, I wish you all to notice this large clock in the front of the room. It is perfectly visible to all of you and it's time is absolutely correct. I feel, therefore, that I can reasonably ask of you-in fact I will demand of you-that you refrain from looking at your watches during the course of the examination. We will now have the first question. He proceeded with the question, but Rich- mond saw with unseeing eyes, he heard with unheeding ears. His brain was in a tumult. Probably Jones had tipped Deacon off to the fact that he had a pony in his watch. Wfell, there was no use of his trying the examination and make a fool of himself over the whole school. He sat in his chair for awhile and then arose. Where are you going, Richmond? asked Professor Crawford. Pm going out, snapped Richmond, and he started for the door. Then l take it that you do not consider your- self big enough for this examination? asked Crawford. Richmond stood still, and uttered not a word, but deepened the black scowl upon his brow. I have always understood that you athletic men, went on Crawford, were not afraid, but this I see was an erroneous impression. Still Richmond did not answer. After a pause the professor went on. Then I will have to brand you upon my mind as a quitter, as yellow, as-- Stop! said Richmond. Don't call me yel- low! , ' I see no particular reason for not doing so, said Crawford calmly. In fact, I think moral cowardice is more of a sin than physical cowardice, and anyone afraid of a fair mathe- matics examination is to me as yellow as any- thing I could think of. I'm not yellow! I'll take your exam, and I'll bet you money, marbles or chalk that I pass it. Crawford answered quietly. Very well, he said. Richmond resumed his seat. He gazed at the nrst question for a long while. He left it and gazed at the next one, and on down the list he went. Then he started over again. Suddenly he stopped, and started writing. His hand fairly flew over the paper. About an hour later he looked up. The rest of the students were still writing. He looked over his paper, signed his name to it, put it on the professor's desk, and left the room. Outside he was soon surrounded by a swarm of fellows. He dismissed them all by saying he will announce the marks to-morrow in chapel. The next morning at chapel Crawford started announcing the marks. When he came to Trent Richmond he stopped, looked at the dean, and then looked at Richmond, who was staring at him with eyes and mouth open. Crawford cleared his throat and read: Trent Crawford-963' Pandemonium broke loose. Outside every- body started asking Richmond the same ques- tion, How did you do it? Huh, that's easy, he said. I copied so many of those ponies for Jones that I knew them by heart. But, he said, I wonder who tipped off the professor about my watch? And only Jones smiled, for he knew, and the whole scheme had ended exactly as he had planned, WILLIABI STIRTON, Eng. VIII. Latest or Last? Alice: It's quite a secret, but I was married last week to Dick Gay. Jane: Indeed! I should have thought you'd be the last person in the world to marry him! Alice: Well, I hope I am. -Ex.

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32 THE TRIANGLE A THRILLING ADVENTURE Having received an invitation to go camping with a club of fellows, I made preparation to leave early one Saturday afternoon. Just before leaving I received a telephone call from one of the fellows to bring several cans of milk along, for they were running low and it was a five-mile walk to a store. This I did and packed them on top of my clothing in my grip and started. The trip ordinarily took two and one- half hours, but a break in the track held us up another two hours, which made it about eight o'clock before I reached the end of my car ride. After I got off the car I had another half mile to walk to clamp through a small thicket. It being dark I opened my grip for my flash light, and to have more room to hunt for it I placed two of the cans of milk in my side pockets. After finding my light I started on my way through the thicket. When about three- fourths the way through I was met by some- thing white which grunted and hissed at me. Presently, a little farther, three more figures came out from among the trees and I became scared. Then to make things worse, they came toward me, and then I didn't know what to do. Being very much startled, I dove into a pocket and my hand met with one of the cans of milk, which I immediately brought out and let fly at the nearest white figure. It missed the one I aimed at, but hit another in the foot. The last three that had shown themselves vanished among the trees. The first one, I could see, had no intention of leaving, so I dug for the other can of milk, which I let fiy, and it caught him about the head. When the can struck him he gave a most unearthly shriek and I headed for the camp in double quick time. When I arrived there was only one fellow at camp, and I asked where the others were. For a reply I got, Went to the store for milk. I explained that I had brought milk, but he re- marked that they thought they'd make sure. About an hour later the rest returned, one with a limp and another with a swollen jaw with three teeth knocked loose. I then knew who the ghosts Were, and they brought the two cans 'alongl had used so effectually. F. A. LAKE. Eng. VII. We Sympathize With You, Arnold While in the rush for a seat at a table in the lunch room, little Lester Arnold was caught in the crowd and progress toward his seat was almost impossible. The little fellow then shouted: Slay, fellows, if I can't get through here with an em-pty stomach, how will I ever get out after I have eaten my meal? PEOPLE WE MEET ln the course of an evening's work a mail man meets many people and hears some very curious remarks. Some of these remarks are questions which he tries to answer to the best of his ability, and other remarks are meant to make him feel embarrassed. I will try to give as correctly as possible a few of the many sayings that a mail man hears and answers. First stop is a sub-station and there stands a very prim looking old lady, who from appear- ances must be wealthy. The mail man steps from his auto and starts to take the mail from the letter box in front of the sub-station. The lady, who just remembers she has a letter to mail, hurries into the sub-station, which hap- pens to located in a drug store, and buys a stamp, then turning to the mail man, who is just coming in for the parcel post, says: Oh! postman, will you please put this stamp on this letter for me, as the mucilage on the stamp always makes me sick? The postman make a wry face and answers, I am sorry, lady, but I am not in the best of health myself, and goes about his work. The lady looks rather angrjfand turns to the drug clerk, who hastily finds a place in the back room. Then she sticks the stamp on the letter and goes out muttering how un- accommodating some people are. At the next stop things are rather quiet, and everything goes along smoothly u11til, just as the mail man gets ready to leave, in rushes a young lady with a small parcel tucked under her arm. She seems very anxious to get it away. She runs over to the mail man and asks a question like this: 'Oh, are you the mail man ? Mail man answers, No, lady, I am a fish peddler and I wear this uniform to at- tract peop1e's attention. The lady realizes the foolish question she asked, and laughing, asks the mail man to take her parcel, which he does. The next stop is a mail box, and just as the niail man is ready to leave a flashy-dressed young man hands him a letter, blows a puff of cigarette smoke in the air, and assuming a pose which he most likely thought that of a business man, asks a question like this: Now if I mail a letter here for Pittsburgh what time will it be delivered there? The mail man scratches his head, and trying to look intelli- gent, answers: The day after tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning. The 'young man leaves perfectly satisfied. The mail man hurries on to the next stop and while there a short, stubby old man, evi- dently a German, asks him a question that