Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE OVVL CC0llf1ilZ1l6ll from Page 385 I mean are you going to be married? he en- plained. Not that I know of, Jane answered. Why? I was just wondering if you would let me take you out sometime? He seemed extremely ill at ease. -Iane's heart went out to him. Surely, I'd love to. Where? Oh, anywhere, he answered vaguely. All right, Jane agreed. Fine. I'll be tied up the rest of the week. Can I call you at home? No, we have no phone: but you can call at the office. It's all right. I'll do that, then, the first of the week. jane went back to the office in a daze. Dickie wanted her to go out with him! She kept repeating it to herself all afternoon as if it were too good to be true. Jane waited impatiently for Dick to call on Monday. He didn't. Tuesday went by. Wednes- day. Thursday his voice came over the wire. .Iane's heart was beating so hard she could hear it. Yes, Mr. Penton. I want to talk to you todayq but right now let me have Mr. Turner, please. With a little impatient gesture Jane called Mr. Turner to the phone. Dickie called several times in the two weeks following, but never asked Jane the question she was longing to hear. He asked for Mr. Turner almost immediately. Jane was piqued. The boat was ready to be turned over to Dickie. That would be the end. One of the boys came in the office one day just before the job was completed. f'Say, Miss XYins- low, Dickie wants you to go with him Friday on the first trip. Wants you to get a party together. He's too shy to ask you himself and asked me to Fmd out what you think of the idea. jane wanted to say eagerly, Tell him I'd love to go. Instead she controlled her impulses and said tersely, Tell him he has a tongue in his head. If he wants me to go, he'll have to ask me himself. In the two days that followed Dickie called seven times for no apparent reason. He would talk to Jane a few minutes, Flounder around, and then ask for Mr. Turner. When Mr. Turner got on the wire he would ask him perfectly insane questions, some of them having absolutely no sense in them. She knew he was calling to ask about the boat trip, but she was too stubborn to help him out, so he Houndered on. He never did get to the point where he asked her to go. Dickie left Friday night with three or four men friends. There were no ladies on board. They cruised down the bay, and around nine o'clock anchored and went ashore at one of the little towns on the bay. A storm was coming up and they Forty-nine didn't care to be out in it. Around midnight the wind was still blowing a gale and the hail and rain were coming down in torrents. It was a terrible night. Dickie and his party stayed at the hotel. The storm had not lessened any the next morning, but they went down to the shore to see if the yacht was all right. A straight stretch of stormy water met their eyes. The boat was not in view. They looked at each other in consternation. Surely they had anchored the boat right there. They searched all the little coves around the beach. The yacht was not there. Finally they reached the conclusion that the wind had blown it out into the bay. Sick at heart, Dickie notified the Coast Guard. Sunday passed-no news. They returned to the city Sunday night. Monday morning was clear and bright. No sign of the recent storm showed in the sky. Jane felt particularly light hearted. She just felt that some- thing was about to happen. It did, but not in the way she expected. At ten o'clock the phone rang. Jane picked up the receiver and in her sweetest voice repeated the firm name. Miss XVinslow, this is Richard Penton. Yes, Mr. Penton. Is Mr. Turner there? No, he hasn't come in yet. Anything I can do? l've got some bad news. Dickie was almost crying. Jane was terrified. What is it, Mr. Penton? Please tell me. H I-I lost the boat in the storm, Miss Winslow. jane was dumbfounded. VVhat-tl Tell me about it, quick. He told her brokenly. Oh, Mr. Penton, I'm so sorry. I can't tell you how sorry I am. Jane was almost incoherent in her sympathy. The week went by with no news. Dickie called every day. Mr. Turner had enlisted the help of a number of his friends along the bay and neigh- boring rivers, creeks and shores. Still there was no news. Jane left on her vacation on Friday. She hated to go. She wanted to stay and get the first news. A boat had been found, sunk in thirty-five feet of water, which they believed to be the Water NYitch. Dickie and his brother had gone to make sure. Jane wanted to be there when they came back, but there was no help for it. Her sister ex- pected her. It would be ridiculous to give up her vacation for a man who cared nothing for her. So Jane went to Virginia. She danced and flirted away one week and had a glorious time. Through it all though she was thinking about Dickie and the Water VVitch. VVas the boat they had found the XVater Witch? VVas it badly damaged. Jane could stand it no longer, and in desperation dropped a card to Dickie and asked him to let her know. But he didnlt. jane forfeited the rest of her vacation and went home. Her sister told her she was a fool. 11

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THE OXVL WE WONDER? P P If Bill Crombie's and Ed XVright's faces were red when they discovered the com- plexion of the two girls they tried to pick up one night on Broadway? XVhat Gilbert Striner would do without that incinerator he calls a pipe? If you've noticed that our drinking fountains are kept quite clean now? Wfhat pleasure was experienced by Dolores Doyle and a certain Agnes Tuttle by telling white ones to the best girl of a certain lad? If Bettye Lampe was on her best behavior at THE OwL Hop? VVhat would happen if Helen were less inquisitive? If a certain lad thinks he can captivate all the women just because he has a mutual friendship with Catherine? How angry was the boy wearing a green felt hat because he failed to Hcrash THE OWL HoP? How the necking party felt when Pat Sweeney accidently walked into it? VVhat Joseph Barnett would do without those big bow ties he wears? If Armin Drost will ever be able to live down the nickname Cream Puff? If Gilbert Striner will ever buy Harry Correa that Manhattan Cocktail? If a certain group of OWL Staff members will want any more Old Fashions for a while? If George Mann bought any cigarettes yet? GLEANINGS Keep your friends by kindness, conquer your foes by kindness, win all by goodness and courtesy. The first principle of money making is money saving. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold. Proverb. Success does not depend upon external hope as on self reliance. Lincoln Blind impulses have made fools of many people. Intoxication reveals what soberness con- ceals. Politeness is cold formality, courtesy is warm hospitality. Hell hath no fury like that of a spurned woman. No chain is stronger than its weakest link. All are willing to forgive but not so willing to forget. Some of the gentlest men we know are terrors to their families. Grim silence can hurt more than a cutting remark. Lord God of Host be with us yet, Lest we forget-Lest we forget! Kipling The oldest, the newest, the thing that is sweetest-Love. Set backs are the sparks which stir our determination. F orty-eight

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THE OWL I know it, she said bitterly. But I can't help it. I've got to know. Why don't you write Mr. Turner then? He'll surely know. No,l' said jane, stubbornly. I don't want him to know I'm that much interested. I'm going home. Silly, l1e'll think it's funny you're coming back so soon. Jane had no answer for that. But she went any- way. Wlhen she walked in the office Monday morning, Mr. Turner almost fell on her neck. I never was so glad to see anybody in my life. Carter left and I didn't know where to reach you. Carter was the bookkeeper. Mr. Turner was so overjoyed to see her he forgot to ask what had caused her to change her plans. The phone rang. Jane reached for it eagerly. Miss Winslow! When did you get back? Did you have a good time? Aren't you back early? VVe didn't expect you yet. Sorry I didn't get a chance to write. Everything is Okay. It was the 'VVater Witch.' Don't seem to be badly damaged. We've raised her and pulled her ashore at Love Point. l'm so glad, Mr. Penton. XVant to talk to Mr. Turner? Just a minute. jane was glad the boat had sunk. She hated herself for it. She was utterly ashamed of herself. But the thought persisted just the same. It gave her a chance to see more of Richard Penton. Naturally the engine would need attention after being under water so long. Airplane engines weren't built for, that. Jane had some friends at her home several weeks later and asked Dickie. To her surprise and delight he came. She had expected him to refuse. He made himself utterly charming. Jane played thirty- two hands of Bridge and wasn't even sleepy. They had a lovely time and Dickie accepted an invitation from the other couple to play at their home in the near future. jane was overjoyed. It was very late when they left. Dickie took the other two in his car. As Jane tucked her now short hair into a cap to keep the wave in, she wondered wistfully when the next time would be. In spite of the late hours the night before, jane awoke early. Refreshed and happy she left for the office. Two men, who were sitting behind her in the street car, were talking excitedly about an accident that had happened the night before. Idly, Jane listened. She really could not help hearing because they were speaking loudly, and most of it was plainly audible above the noise of the car. She caught snatches of the conversation. Two o'clock this morning-coming home from party. Run into a telegraph pole to keep from hitting a dog. Paper says he's going to die. Darned shame, too. Dick Penton is the best lawyer in the city. jane heard no more. Dickie! They were talk- ing about Dickie! He was hurt! Dying! Vllherel Dickie dying! Dickie dying! The words ham- mered themselves through Jane's mind. The car wheels seemed to shriek them. Dickie's dying. Dickie's dying. No, no, not Dickie. Oh, dear Lord, not Dickie. Jane was not aware that she spoke the words aloud. No, no, she kept repeating, it must be someone else. It can't be Dickie. But a newsboy coming through the car was crying, Read all about it. Prominent lawyer hurt in auto crash. Read all about it. jane found two cents with difficulty and bought a paper. Having bought it, she was afraid to look at it. It couldn't be Dickie: not her Dickie. Desperately she glanced at the paper. It was Dickie? His picture occupied a prominent place and under it were the words. Richard Penton, promi- nent lawyer, who is believed near death at ---- Hospital, following an auto crash early this morn- ing. The paper went into detail, but jane couldn't see the words. Everything went black before her eyes. She seemed to be going round and round. Dimly she heard someone say, Look out. Catch her. The car was passing a hospital, so they took Jane in there. She opened her eyes finally and looked into the sweet face of the head nurse. 'lWhere am I? she asked. Then she remembered. Dickie, she cried, Dickie, and fainted again. It took the doctor and the nurse a long time to bring her to. The doctor had pointed to the picture of Richard Penton in the paper that was clutched tightly in jane's hand. The nurse nodded under- standing and shook her head sorrowfully. Poor thing, she crooned, poor little girl. She will get a worse shock yet. Can we keep it from her? Jane struggled to consciousness in time to hear the last words. f'Keep what from me? she demanded. Then seeing the look on the nurse's face, she said, Dickie, he's head. That's what you want to keep from me, isn't it? Is Richard Penton in this hospital? Yes, said the nurse. Richard Penton is here. He is not dead, but he is very ill: both legs broken and concussion of the brain. Take me to him at once, demanded Jane. The nurse shook her head. He is too ill to see anyone. Do you know him well? she asked sympathetically. A cunning plan was developing in Jane's head. She must see Dickie. She would face the conse- quences afterward. I am Mrs. Penton, she said quietly. XYill you take me to my husband, please. Surprised into action, the nurse led the way down the long corridor. I thought Mr. Penton was a bachelor, she said finally. CContinued on Page 53D F iffy