George E Westinghouse High School - Sketch Book Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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ll I THE ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL jimmy Radford and Chub Rodgers were popular students of Crescent College. They shared a room in the dormitory and were close friends. Jimmy had one failing-haste, and resulting from this-rashness. Here is one result of his haste. Une day Chub, sitting before an open window, was scanning his mail. He had a number of letters and packages, for today was his birthday. He caught sight of his dad's writing on one envelope and slashed it open. As he unfolded the letter, a bill and a card dropped on the table. He picked up the bill-one hundred dollars! The card read, To VVilliam, from his best friend. Must be a trick, thought Chub. Such generosity is uncanny. At that moment jimmy entered the room. Catching sight of the bill, he asked if Chub's dad had sent him a ten spot. Oh!'l answered Chub nonchalantly, Dad just sent me a hundred dollarsf' A what P asked jimmy, amazed. A hundred dollars, answered Chub, enjoying ,limmy's wonder. Say, Chub. don't kid meg that's stage money. Let's see it. said jimmy, taking it. 'l'hat's real money, stated Chub. Yeh F laughed -limmy, moving toward the window. just then a strong breeze swept the room and carried the bill out the window. .Timmy grinned. Chub dashed to the window and noted where the bill fell. No one was in sight and Chub made for the door. YYhat's wrong, Chub? queried jimmy. A That was real money, said Chub, read that letter. jimmy glanced at the letter. It began: Dear Son: You will find a gift in this letter. The one hundred dollar bill was given to me- jimmy read no further, but dashed for the stairs. But as Chub had turned from the window, Martin Fisher saw the bill and picked it up. Looking down the street, he saw, running toward him, two boys, screaming for him to stop. I guess they're after this money, he reasoned, but they can try to get it. YVithout further parley he took to his heels. He found his pursuers would soon overtake him. He turned into a side street and dodged into an openhallway. He heard Chub and jimmy outside. They were uncertain as to what direction he had taken. V A I guess all we can do is to notify the police, said Jimmy. But Chub spied the culprit, and the next moment was one of chaos. It Was a bitter struggle. A cop hove in sight. VVhat are you fellows doing? He has my money, shouted Chub. I ain't, growled the tramp. Tell it to the judge, said the officer, conducting them to the station. In due time the money was found in Fisher's possession. This is stage money. Case dismissed, was the verdict. Chub and Jimmy looked baffled. They went back to their room and discussed the matter. 9

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STCRIE IQ ,IMI r RETRIBUTION Andy Carlson and Spike Marlan, of the good ship Ma1'j01'i0 Ihzw, were once the best of partners, but now-now the bitterest of enemies. Their enmity started this way. XVhile on an expedition to the Samoa Islands. Andy found a large black pearl worth a small fortune Spike wanted that pearl, and for days had evolved and rejected plan after plan for gaining possession of it. His desire for it grew. It was a sweltering hot day. Not a cloud appeared in the blue dome above and the sea was ominously calm. Suddenly, before any one was aware of it, a storm in all its full fury struck the ship and a monstrous wave swept over the deck. As the wave struck him, Marlan vainly lunged for a support and the next moment he was thrown into the raging sea. lt seemed but a moment later that he found himself lying on a white stretch of sandy beach on a small island. He realized that he was hungry and, rising painfully to his feet, stumbled up the beach. Spike had proceeded probably a liundred yards when he dropped to the ground with a low exclamation. Coming down the beach toward him was his enemy, Carlson, possessor of the priceless pearl. As Marlan watched, Andy sat down in the sand to gloat over his gem. Spike crept slowly toward the unsuspecting Swedega murderous gleam in his eyes and a dreadful resolve in his heart. Nearer and nearer he came until he knelt behind the absorbed Carlson. Slowly, oh, so slowly, Marlan reached his feet, then a short struggle, and Spike had the jewel. He glanced at the dead thing at his feet and began to walk slowly down the beach. Suddenly the terrible realization came to him that he was marooned on this island-alone with a dead man and a priceless pearl which was without value to him now. Then Spike began to laugh-laugh-as only a madman can, Then he ran. ran-anywhere to get away from that fearful thing lying back there in the sand. No! No! Andy should not get the. pearl! It was his ano no one could take it! Yes! He would go back and kill him again! He would-Spike stumbled over something and fell. He screamed horribly, tried to rise, but was powerless to move. Marlan was lying over the corpse, babbling incoherently. A horrible sigh and then-he paid the price. Years later an exploring party landed on the island. There, lying on the sand in a fashion grotesque, were two skeletons, one sprawled over the other, and a ine black pearl lay in the hand of the Slsvlcfoiz 1f11dc1'11mn'11. RAvMoND zxMBILL 8

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Guess I'll finish reading my mail, said Chub. I-Ie picked up the letter, read it, and then handed it to jimmy. - Read that. jimmy read: Dear Son: You will End a gift in this letter. The one hundred dollar bill was given to me by your little brother. Of course, it is not genuine, but he asked me to send it to you. Call at the express office for your package. Jimmy stopped reading and rubbed his head. Just feel that lump-and all because I didn't finish that letter.', Never mind your lump. Let's get the package. I bet it's fruit cake and candy. Q JEROME GICQUELAIS THIEVES Up the rugged slopes of the Rockies clambered two men. Exhausted, they stopped andentered into a deep discussion. The one pointed to a small cave in the side of the mountain and, with a word to his companion, climbed toward it. The other went in a different direction. A few hours later the latter returned and entered the cave. Well, what luck P questioned the one. Finel A railroad is being put through about a mile below here. I found a hand car. I hid it in some bushes. We'll get it and make a quick get-away after dark. lk Pls Pk Ik The sheriff was grilling the boss of the railroad in regard to the escape of the thieves. When you heard the car starting, why didn't you try to stop it ? Well, drawled the boss, the track on which they left runs down-grade and overs a trestle. But the car had no brakes and-the trestle is not yet erected. FRANK JAMES FOR WHAT Do WE LIVE? Do we live for what we get or what we give? Do we get from the world its treasures-knowledge, friends, health, and wealth, without giving anything in return? Don't be a miser and a slave to your gold, but give it--pass it on for others. Then: Get-you must If you would give Give-you must If you would live For-getting-without giving Is existence, not living. So, let us get and give and live. EDNA IXIAE DAVIS 10