Cloverdale Union High School - Spectator Yearbook (Cloverdale, CA)

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44 Keep it, someday I will prove to you that you are wrong” and now she was wearing it again. The world seemed to have a bright aspect to Ned after that night of the ball game and he was inspired to train every spare minute he could find. It was the day set for the races. Ned had got up that morning feeling rather nervous and excited and now as he walked quickly to his place for the races he was saying to himself, “Steady, steady old man.” Now, all were in their places, and as the first shot broke the stillness away they flew, as if their feet had wings. “Wilcox High, Wilcox High” yel¬ led the rooters for Wilcox. “Go to it Ned!Go it!” yelled the other side, as Ned steadily gained on the Wilcox man. Around the race track they steadily came, the Wilcox man still in the lead, but with Ned close to his heels. As they neared the goal where hung the pennant the Wilcox man gave a sudden dash and seizing the pennant in his right hand rushed on, holding the pennant high above his head and leaving the astonished Ned quite a distance behind. The Wilcox crowd simply roared in their excitement, while the crowd on Ned’s side was not far behind them, for they knew they must encourage Ned at least. Ned heard the shouting and it gave him strength, for above all the shouting he fancied he heard encouraging words from a little black-eyed girl in a white sweater. Around the turn they came, the Wilcox man in the lead but with Ned steadily gaining ground. In the grandstand there was no noise now but all the people were leaning forward in their seats looking with straining eyes at the two boys racing- near the goal. The tenseness grew, until the very breath of the runners could be heard as they came nearer. On they came, Ned gaining and when in about ten feet of the goal Ned lunged forward, took the pennant from the Wil¬ cox man and finished the ground, falling into the arms of the joyous crowd at the goal. In the midst of the rooting Ned found his way out of the crowd and found himself face to face with the girl in the white sweater. 22

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“You see it was this way,’’ Ray went on to say as Ned asked Ray to tell him about it. “About four years ago. a crowd of fellows came from Wilcox High and stole our peon.ant from our campus, holding it as their trophy, and challenging our High to win it back by taking it in the mile run. So far, we have lost every year, but we had built high hopes of winning it this year as Dan was such a swell runner and now the Prof, had to go and expell him and we won’t get it back for another year,” Ray finished dolefully. “Can’t any of the Juniors enter, that want to?” asked Ned. an anxious look on his face. “Yes, but there isn’t any one to enter unless you are thinks ing of it?” came jokingly from Ray, then unexpectedly, “Say old man, didn t you tell me one time that you had gone in for the track before you came here?” “Oh, I used to practice once in a while with the rest of the fellows.” Ned answered slowly. “Would you enter again ” eagerly asked Ray. “I might,” answered Ned indifferently as he turned on his heel and walked away. At the ball game a week later Ned was chosen as referee It was just before the gam-3 commenced, and he stood fingering the ball lovingly and eagerly scanning the faces of the crowd, in hopes of recognizing the face of the girl whose friendship he coveted. At last he saw her among a circle of ardent admirers. A. pang of jealousy shot through him; and he bit his lips with the low expression. “You WILL be proud of me some day, if I have anything to say about it.” Just then the girl turned towards him and he gave a start of surprise. Surely she was wearing the pin he had exchanged with her, for he could dis¬ tinctly see the gold pin on the white sweater which she wore. How well he remembered the day when she had refusd to wear it again for she thought he was a traitor to his school. He could even now hear the words, “Here is your pin. I do not care to have anything to do with a boy that is not loyal to his school.” and himself saying as he drew himself up proudly. 21

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“Oh, Ned, it was simply glorious! she began eagerly, then seeing the anxious look on his face and misinterpreting it, she said “Ned, can you, and will you forgive me?” As they were surrounded again by the happy crowd he heard her murmur, “ I want to wear the pin again Ned.” and he smiled a charmingly happy smile. The Electric Transporter By JASPER MILLER. Having read a great deal of the Electric Transporter in the newspapers, I resolved to go to see it. So about a week ago I went to Prof. Barber, the inventor, and asked permission to see it work. He readily consented and took me to his work¬ shop, which was located in his back yard. The shop contained all kinds of electrical devices, too numer¬ ous to mention. The Professor showed me the Electric Trans¬ porter, which, from the outside, resembled an ordinary cabinet about seven feet tall having two doors. He explained fully how it worked; claiming that he could put an animal or human be¬ ing into one side of the cabinet and the animal or man would be reduced to a fluid, electrically transported over a wire, and at the other end be changed back to the animal or human shape again. In one side was the sending device and in the other side was the receiving. There was a cabinet at each end of the wire. With this device the Professor claimed that a man could step into the sending side of the cabinet, at San Francisco, turn on a switch, be reduced to a fluid, transported over the wire, and come out at New York entirely intact in the short space of fifteen minutes. He also claimed that he could send both ways at the same time over the same wire and there would be no danger of the travelers getting mixed. The Professor proceeded to show me how the device worked. He got word by telephone that a man was about to start 23