Dorchester High School for Boys - Red and Black Yearbook (Dorchester, MA)

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Tiger was going to light. Where's Tiger? There goes our money. Rafferty? Who's he? There goes my week's pay. The two shook hands. The referee gave final instructions. The bell rang. Then the battle was on. Muggs rushed out with a look common to all fighters,-to finish the light quickly. Muggs was large and trained for fighting. Fred took a bad beating in the first round, and worse in the second. Muggs drove punch after punch into Fred's mid-section, chin, chest, and head. Fred went down, but he always managed to gain his feet before the referee began counting, So on until the seventh round. The crowd was wild. A'Kill him, Nluggsf' A kayo, Muggs, a kayof' A'Finish him. There goes our money. Throw in a towel. We might as well pay off now. Muggs connected a hard left to Rafferty's jaw. Fred went down: a strange sensation suddenly came over him. He no longer heard the cries and yells of the crowd: he heard a voice, a single voice. It was that of his brother Jack. You've got to get the money. My leg! my leg! you've got to win. Stay down till the count of seven, stay down. One-two-three- Stay down, remember how you watched Tiger, stay down. Six-seven. Rafferty was up. Watch his left, watch his left, cried the voice. Here it comes now, up with your left arm and block it: that's it: now across with your right hand. Before anyone had realized what had fplease turn to page eighty-ninej lui mlm'-tlratl U5 11 We ltnow s or New ENGLAND KNOW U F RAD UNDER -G IRE i between f ood will that 011515 E . C1 o Q ng- There ls 'G bodl the smart YOUUQ men Gil Neiifstyinfl 31, Kennedgirdlany Years Qt experiergceiirglsggs ' ' . ..3. . ' Q -f-' T land. for their Special km iven I X I 1 lhelr demands the right time . - P have g yy , if the fight styles qt wardrobe Planning mal THB mcg I 'ol I us C1 Place ln theuh ve And Pfifenls me lug ll indeed Proud to .C 1 oval of Price' 'meh me if Mx ll ' enthusiastic in that Gppr 4 -ffl N ' geared to the times- O P Ll T , T Us uNDEn.G1zAD SH v, KENNEDY'S 1, , 1 page seventy

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l bets on the side as to which champion would win. Of course, each factory had faith in its own volunteer. The ninth night arrived. lt was the eve of the show: war workers from both factories crowded into the crude arena, - the deck of an airplane carrier. The evening began with the war bond sale and a few minor entertainers strutting their stuff. Fred anxiously awaited Tiger in the boxer's dressing room. A half hour passed and Tiger had not arrived, Fred began to worry. Another half hour passed: suddenly there was a knock at the door. lt was Tiger. He had his hand bandaged, A'TigerY what happened to your hand?y' cried Fred. 'Al grabbed a hot iron bar: l won't be able to iight tonight, explained the boxer. Bad Luck seemed to be running Fred's way. First, his brother .lack hurt his leg: now Tiger burns his hand. Who's going to iight the fellow from the other factory? asked Fred. Hlt looks as if you will ight him, replied Tiger. Mel exclaimed Fred, A'Yes, sure, you have sparred with me, and l believe you have the makings of a good boxer, said Tiger. This gave Fred renewed courage and he con- sented. He summoned one of his fellow workers to put the gloves on his hands. He walked erectly, and like a trouper down the left aisle to the ring. He crawled under the ropes and spoke to the referee: then he retired to Tiger's corner, awaiting the bell for the bout to begin. The referee announced: Ladies and gentle- men, you have all been patiently awaiting the major event of the evening. Here it is. A boxing match between factory F and factory B. ln this corner representing factory F we have Muggs Merlin. lmmediately shouts arose. And in this corner we have Fred Rafferty, representing factory B. A hush suddenly came across the crowd, followed by low whispers: 'ARaffertyY l thought page sixty-nine

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The Book of Chance iq K flfaMcm Mark Arnold, gambler, looked down at his hand, A royal flush, -the best hand he had all night. Opposite him sat a scar-faced Italian known as Luigi. The three other men who had been in the game had left hours ago. Now it was just Luigi and himself. In a low voice Luigi asked, Will you take an I. O. U.? AAWhen the stakes are this high? Not a chance. Luigi stared at the glass of whiskey in front of him and said, Look, Mark, I've got a little book. It's worth plenty, but I can't tell you where I got it. Will you take that? All right, I'll take it. Mark laid down his hand. Luigi scowled and walked out without a word. Mark looked at his hand-a low straight. I-Ie thought to himself, 'AThat Luigi was a fool. Picking up his money, he walked out into the night. Looming out of the dismal, early morning fog, Mark saw his rooming house. Opening the door to his apartment, Mark spun about with a low oath. There on his bed sat the largest gray cat Mark had ever seen. Recovering from surprise, Mark said, Hello there, how did you get in? Opening the door he said, All right now, run along home to your master. Clearing its throat, the cat said, Never mind how I got here. You have the book, and where the book goes, I go. And my master, who by the way is the devil, isn't at home right now, he's on a business trip out in the Orient somewhere. I believe they call it Japan. I don't want to go home because it's rather warm down there at this time of year. Mark sank down on a chair dumbfounded. I-Ie reached over and poured himself a stiff drink, Downing it with a shudder, he turned to the cat and said, I could swear you just talked to me. . I did! Now let's get down to business. That book you have: take good care of it. Your life depends on it. Do exactly what it gays, My name is Meggs: yours is Mark Arnold. How did you know? 'AOh, I get around. Mark, thoroughly frightened now, reached for the little .32 he carried in a shoulder holster, and said, I'm going to get rid of you, right now. The gun coughed twice, and the cat smiling, said, That's a nice silencer you have on your gun, Mr. Arnold. growled to himself and put the gun Mark away. AAWell, if I can't get rid of you, at least get off my bed so I can sleep. And if I don't ? Mark reached out to push him off, then let out a yelp of pain. Cursing, the gunman with drew his badly scratched hand. I-Ie spent the rest of the night on the floor. The next morning, he thought of the book. Searching through his vest pocket, he found the book. It had all the appearances of a cheap address book, except that the pages were yellow with age, and in the upper right hand corner of each was a number. On the Hy page appeared the legend - L'Invented by the Devil himself - Pats. pending. I-Ie put the book back in his pocket and left, The next evening he was seated in his favorite cafe. Looking up, he saw Luigi approaching his table with a worried expression on his ugly face. I'd like to speak with you Mark. Come into the men's room with me. Once inside, the scar-faced gent pulled a re- volver from his pocket and said, L'Oive me the book, Mark. I don't think so: I've grown quite attached to it. Luigi's fist exploded in the gambler's face, In a fit of blind rage Luigi struck Mark again. Seizing the heavy revolver, Mark emptied it into the swaying figure of Luigi. Feeling a growing warmth in his vest pocket, Mark pulled out the little book. On the fly page had appeared the numeral Mark turned to the page indicated. It said, Leave quickly. Taking its advice, he ran out the back door page seventy-one