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

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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

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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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from New York. In order to demonstrate his last statement he placed a cat in the sending’ side of the cabinet. Turning on the electricity the Professor and I waited for the machine to do its work. But alas! even the best regulated machines fail to work properly. Imagine our surprise on opening the cabinet to find, not a man, but a hideous creature that was neither man nor cat but seemed to be a combination of both. He had the face and body of a man, but had ears like a cat, and fur all over his head. Here and there on his body were patches of fur. He had feet tnd claws like a cat. On stepping out of the cabinet the creature let out a yowl that would make an 7 bair-yard tommy jealous. Then it began to talk like any human being. It seems that the machine failed to work properly and the cat and man got mixed on the way, resulting in the creavure which we saw. An Old Clock s Story LAURA ENDICOTT, ’15 One New Year’s eve I was at home alone and was sitting by the fireplace reading. All was still but the snapping lire and the low, slow tick of the old, tall clock that stood in the corner of the large parlor. This clock had been in the family for years. ‘‘This is New Year’s Eve, Old Clock, can’t you talk to me and tell me something of your life? If you could only talk I know I would like you better,” said I in a half undertone. Then I sat gazing into the fire and to my surprise the ticks be¬ came words and this is what it told: “A hundred years ago tonight I landed on the wild shore of America. I was first kept in a log cabin. One night the folks all ran and left me alone. Than I saw the Indians were eying to set the house on fire, so I began to strike and they became frightened and ran, leaving our house and family unharmed.’ “ Several years later I crossed the mountains and settled 24