Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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don’t you tell anybody else what you heard, will you? We’ll fix Mr. Bill.” “Naw, I’ll keep shut,” answered Bobbie firmly. “Well, so long, Bobbie” said Jack, and soon he was on his way to his chum, George Wilcomb. He sawt George on the front porch and as soon as he had told him of Bill’s trick and its result, told him of his plan to get even with his rival. “I think we had better call the club together” said George, when Jack had finished outlining his plan. “They might be able to (help us out a whole lot.” The club to which George referred was the J. O. K., composed of eight of the High School boys. George was president and Jack was its most popular member. “Say, I didn’t .think of that!” exclaimed Jack. “Let’s call ’em together tonight.” “Where you been again, little boy?” inquired Bill jokingly, as Jack came in. “Did she throw you over?” “You shut up,” growled Jack as he picked up a book. “I got to go to a club meeting tonight and I want to study.” “Why, I don’t see how you can study w’hen you have been disappointed in —”. His words were suddenly and rudely interrupted by a Webster’s Unabridged dictionary, propelled by the arm of Jack, which caught him squarely in the mouth. “You little imp,” he roared. “I’ll -”, but his words fell on empty air, for Jack had seized his books and was gone to the library to finish his studying in peace. At eight o’clock that evening the J. 0. K. club solemnly assembled in George Wilcomb’s room. “Everybody here?” inquired George. “Jack isn’t here yet,” replied one of the boys. “He is too,” answered Jack himself opening the door. “Bill wouldn’t let me study up in the room so I went down to the library and I just got thru about five minutes ago. That Tacitus fellow must have laid awake until midnight every night figuring out the nardest construction for us to puzzle over.” “Aw, never mind about Tacitus; we must get down to business. We have a great deal to attend to tonight,” commanded the president. “Has any one here any suggestion to make in regard to a plan for evening up on Bill Rawley. Have you all heard about the dirty trick he played on Jack here?” “No,” answered the other six members in unison. “Well then, in order that you may become acquainted with the seriousness of the crime, and inflict a suitable penalty, I will proceed to enlighten you” replied the president. “I think I have about as good a plan as any,” announced Jimmy Murray indignantly when George had finished. “I think we should kidnap him, take him Poilr Thirteen

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down to the river and duck him, then roll him down hill in a barrel.” “Your proposal is far too radical, Mr. Murray,” said the' president. “We should plan a deeper revenge. We must formulate some good plan, and we should then let the matter rest for a few days—make Bill believe he has her all for himself. Then, when he is just least expecting it, spring our little game.” “What is the little game you are thinking of?” inquired Jimmy. “Well, don’t get excited,” replied George. “You’ll find out soon enough. All that you feilows will have to do is keep your faces shut and obey orders. Jack and I will fix up everything tonight and tell you about it tomorrow. I just wanted to see if you fellows would help us out. That’s all.” Jack and his friend sat up for several hours, completing their plans and when both were satisfied that the plan would be a success, Jack returned to his room. Bill had not yet arrived, having gone to a ten reel feature, accompanied by his, or rather, by Jack’s friend. When he did return, he found his room mate in bed and could not resist the temptation to play another trick, so taking a glass of water from the pitcher, he emptied it down Jack’s neck. The latter awoke, startled and seeing Bill seized a pillow and hurled it at his tormentor with such force that it knocked over two chairs near which Bill was standing. “That’s one more mark against you, old kid,” Jack growled, as he restored the pillow to its place and crawled under the covers. “Just you wait.” “I’m still patiently waiting,” replied Bill. For two whole weeks nothing occurred. Bill took Nellie out almost every other night, and now thot he had her all to himself for a certainty. He and hifc room mate became as good friends as ever, it seemed and they quarreled seldom. Then the day when the J. 0. K. were to play their game came. Jack was given absolute control over the club members and at seven o’clock they gathered behind the house where Bill and Jack roomed and listened to his orders. Bill was anathematizing a bioken shoe string when Jack entered. “What time are you going?” he inquired. “Oh, I’ll be there about a quarter to eight. She generally doesn’t get the dishes done till about seven thirty,” answered Bill. “Well,” continued Jack, “I was just wondering if you wouldn’t take me to the Rex on your way. There is a ten reel Doug. Fairbanks feature on tonight.” “It’s Jake with me,” replied his room mate. “Go and drive the jitney around. I’ll get this blame string fixed by that time.” Page Fifteen