Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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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