Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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W' '0- ,yi 3 . , THE OWL Forly-one GWL ADVISERS IVAN RIGBY ELIZABETH L. CHINN VINCENT JANUSKA

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l F? ' J 1 . A flllgfiilfi f.f,-1.57 f .., if J, Mx.: ... - . 'ilaviz THE OWL I suppose you are right, but there IS some' thing missing. I seem to have lost my confif dence. Until today I felt as though everything would turn out all right. In practice our form and timing has been perfect, but the thought of that crowd makes me as nervous as a cat. And remember, tonight we use no net. After all, john, we have done this same act hundreds of times and thought nothing of it. My confidence in you is as unshaken as it ever was. A man's voice interrupted them with, You go on next, Mr. Flynn. liithey walked hand in hand across the space that separated their tent from the big show, the rain that had been threatening all evening started to fall in big drops, bringing with it a cool breeze that fanned John's feverish brow. The ring master in a sonorous voice was describing the feats of the Flying Flynns to tier upon tier of seats filled with humanity, upon whose flushed faces excitement and appref ciation were discernible. a 'LWe now present the Flying Flynns, the greatest aerial artists of the day, who will per' form at the top of this tent without the safef guard afforded by a net. I take pleasure in presenting to you the Flying Flynns, Florence and john ran lightly to the center ring and bowed to the crowd which was giving them a loud ovation. As John surveyed the panorama of faces that circled the tent, a cold sweat broke upon his forehead and his mouth seemed suddenly dry. Florence flashed him a comforting smile as she grasped the rope that was to lift her to the platform at the top of the tent. As she was being slowly pulled to her position, John started to climb the rope ladder that was his means of reaching their platform. They stood side by side on their precarious perch. Florence swung out into space. She flung her body over and over the bar, like the hands of a clock circling its face, until the count reached a hundredg then swung back to her place and bowed to the plaudits of the crowd. The dillicult part of their act was Florence's dive from the extreme top of the tent to where she was caught by John who was swinging by his legs thirty feet below. With a sound of rolling drums, she glanced down at John who took his cue and began swinging to and fro. As the drums beat a faster temp, Florence leaped. Falling, as straight as an arrow shot by a bow, she clutched john's hands, and at that moment a terrific flash of lightning accompanied by a clap of thunder seemed to shake the tent. That jar was enough to break their timing. John felt an excruciating pain burn through his arm, his hold on Florence slipped. He tried to regain it, but it was too late. With a shrill scream she fell, turning over and over like a grotesque bird. Seeing that broken body lying still and crumpled, john allowed himself to slip from the trapeze, into oblivion. Forty

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LLLLT QW L LLLEMLLLLL M Student Council Officers LOUIS FUN I4 ..,.,.,. ..,..,. P 'resident NORMAN GORSUCII .... , . . .VicefPv'eside11t MARGARET ALLEN ...,.....,..,...... Secretary CLASSROOM DELEGATES AUITA AHEARN CARLOTTA ALDERMAN EDWARD AMMELL EARL S. ARRINKYTON HERBEIIT BORLEIS HAZEL DORSEY CHARLOTTE HALL EDWIN KIRBY GEORGE KGMMALAN ELEANOR M. LEIDNER DOROTHY LOLLMAN JESSE MAZE.IKO C. P. MILES MILLARD ZEPP HAZEL MOORE JOHN MOORE WILLIAM NAKE EDWIN PERKINS HELEN PUELTZ DALE H. RHODES WILLIAM ROBERTS GERTRUDE ROSBNSTEEL ALBERT SCHAPIRO KATHERINE SCHMIDT MARIE TBRJUNG AGNES TRAWINSKA LORETTA ZENTZ F ortyftwo