Easthampton High School - Echo Yearbook (Easthampton, MA)

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bring the butcher to the courtroom. I shows the judge the last furter on the string that was half chewed off by me hound. The butcher shows up and is questioned by the judge very neatly. The butcher tells the story of the hot dog robbery and he tells the judge that I'm the dog's master if the dog sticks to me. When they asked me Where I was the night before, I gets the watchman of the town to identify me as the hobo who got off the freight that morning so I couldn't have stolen the jewelry and the judge finally sees that I'm innocent, but the dis- trict attorney pleads for another trial and I'm held with me dog. The next day we were set free by the district attorney and I buys me dog a whole pound o' hot dogs. About a month later, the real murderer is found and me and Pal, as I named him after the trial, rejoicesf, I turned around to see the gang all asleep except one, and I says to him, a young kid, I wouldn't part with Pal for de world now. The youngster says I wisht I had a dog like that. The wind drifted in through the cracks of the barn and the hobo nestled up closer to a shaggy hound that yawned in his sleep. I Louis SUDNICK '34 ....l.l-.T- ONE TOO MANY Dick Owen was an accomplished criminal. He had robbed countless banks all over the country and had robbed them all, for he was too slippery for the law. Recently, however, things had been different. The police in the large cities were more efficient. Burglar alarms at banks were more dangerous. Why, the last time he had robbed a bank, he had just barely escaped being caught. This time he was going to play safe, and rob some post office in some lonely little hamlet. Accordingly, the next day, he got into his speedy little roadster and started out for the little town of Jonesville. Arriving there, he stopped his car in front of the general store where the post office was, and got out. The general store was a rather rough-looking building with one story covered in front by a large long porch. This porch was deserted except for a solitary old man who was sitting in one of the high-chairs and snoring lustily. Dick passed on into the store without apparent concern, bade the store- keeper a cheery good-day. 'tGood mornin, replied the storekeeper from a rickety chair tilted back at a rather precarious angle, Nice weather, ain't it, he commented. After the exchange of the usual formalities, Dick got down to business. You all alone here? he asked. 'tYes. That is exceptin' Si Wintergreen, that old feller you saw sittin' out yonder on the porch. You know, that reminds me of the last town election. Why, they elected old --'I and here he was interrupted by Dick. Shut up and put your hands up, ordered Dick in a very smooth and quiet voice. The storekeeper looked surprised and bewildered, but he put his hands up just the same. With quick, sure movements Dick tied the storekeeper's hands together and placed a gag over his mouth. Then he stepped over to the large, o'd- Seventeen

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f'The first year he was a pest, and got me in trouble all over the state. We was coming Cherry Street in Somerset when the hound, being hungry, goes be- hind a butcher store an he comes a runnin' back wid a string o' furters . At this statement the sleepy hobo's eyes gleamed in a flash, then died out as if each knew what the other was thinking about. I I grabs the hound an' I manages to save a few of the furters before his stomach deposited them all . I stuffs the hot dogs in me pocket, and I thought I was in fer a good feed. But no such luck, the hound comes a running down the street anchored back by about three yards o' hot dogs. The butcher was doin' his best to ketch up wid him and he was callin' him some sweet names that made me ears burn. The hound o' course comes toward me, and I makes for distant lands. I scaled a fence and ran around a block just in time to see butcher havin' a tug-0' war with me hound. The hound is hungry so he doesn't think of leavin' the furters but finally a couple of cops persuades him to do so after they bagged him in their coats. I hears the butcher telling the cops of a hobo who scaled the fence and left the hound to fight it out wid him, so I vacates. I'm thinking of me poor hound who will get first degree murder fer his act when a couple o' plain clothes men bump into me on the corner and I finds my- self in jail. It happed so fast that my head spun. The chief finally got around after askin' about a hundred questions, to tell me what I'm in for. I'm told that if I don't tell the truth I'm goin' serve in the state jail for a mighty long period. They grilled me till I was sweatin' bullets and wishin for a gun and I'm told that I stole jewelry out o' two houses last night, and this morning I was supposed to have beaten up a woman an' took her pocketbook. The woman I was supposed to have beaten up is in de hospital wid a fractured skull. When she fell she hit her haid on the curb and dented it, her haid, not the curb. The cops fished me and found the string ol furters and I receives another charge of stealing hot dogs. I ain't got any hopes for freedom, and I see that I'm in so tight that if the old lady dies in the hospital I'll get me neck stretched for sure. Sure enough, she kicked the bucket tdiedb and they informed me im- mediately in words and action. They shifted me to a special cell and placed a guard at me cell at all times. 'No hopes,' I says to myself, and I sits up thinkin', worryin', dreamin', prayin' for something to happen, and so I passed that night. I was all stiff in the morning from the oak cushion I sat on. It was oak all right. but they forgot the cushion end of it. When me trial came up and I was placed before his honer, an' old bald- headed gent, I sweated nickels. When ever I tried to say somethin', I needed proof and I couldn't supply it. I could of murdered the district attorney but I had nothing to do it with. The trial was about finished, and I was ready for the rope when me hound busts into de room, a cop with a red face chasin' him. I ketches the dog in me arms and I was ready to iight for him when suddenly an idea clicks in me haid and I lets out a whoop that scares the judge. I demands speech and'I gets it. Then I blurts out me whole story about de hound and de hot dogs. I asks the judge to bring me the furters that were taken off me and to Sixteen

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fashioned safe which stood in the corner. It took him only a moment to open it as he was skilled at such things. Seizing a bundle of bills, he shut the door, and, tipping his hat to the helpless storekeeper, he stepped jauntily to the door and bumped his nose right against the black muzzle of a Colt's automatic revolver. '4Better put your hands up, son, said the old white-haired man who had risen from his seat on the porch, I guess you've pulled off your last holdup. In the future, it would be a good idea to let people finish what they're saying. Bebe, the storekeeper, was saying, when you so rudely interrupted him, that the people who had elected old Silas Wintergreen for sheriff made a mistake. F. R. MULLIXLY '36 THE LONE EAGLE The day had come, The hour was nigh, That our Lone Eagle Was scheduled to fly. Contact, was called. The motor roared, And into the sky, Alone, he soared. Over the ocean Above the wave Rode our Lone Eagle, His heart so brave. And when it was o'er That perilous flight The whole world rejoiced,- He had won the light. Unselfish and fearless All, he did give. And forever, we know, His name will live. DOROTHY EWING '35 MORNING ON THE BAY The bay-smooth as glass-stretches out to meet the sea in unchanging gray expanse. Two lone boats float side by side anchored to a post. These boats are dark, clumsy-looking little vessels, but one gets the idea that with their full blown sails bellowed out in the wind they are quite different looking objects. Eighteen