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

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s'- l The Sketch Book l '-v-- An Artist's Adventure NOTHER touch here-a flercer twist to his moustache there.-Gee, but he looks villainous! Thus ran George Ramsey's thoughts as he sat in the street car on his way home from art school, idly sketching on the back of an en- velope. His unknown model, a foreign Workman, sat across the aisle. A sup! pressed snicker from the occupant of the seat next to George roused him. His neighbor had glanced over his shoulder and had been much amused by the strik- ing likeness. Rather embarrassed because his cartoon had been seen, George stuffed it into his coat pocket and sat quietly watching his fellow passengers. Somehow his glance seemed to be drawn irresistibly back to the unsuspecting object of his artistic efforts. It seemed to him that he had seen the man somewhere before- but where? Lazily he turned the question over his mind. Suddenly, he knew where he had seen that face! The picture flashed before his mind with the caption, Reward-S1000 for the capture of this dangerous criminal, bank robber and murderer. Just then the bandit rose to leave the car and George followed. It was a dark and lonely neighborhood in which he found himself, but he followed the robber unhesitatingly down the black street. The robber, unware that he was being pursued, looked neither to the right nor to the left, butstrode on. George sprang forward, leaped on the startled bandit, and after a terrific struggle over- powered him. Hearing the battle, a crowd quickly gathered, the police patrol arrived, and George found himself being hustled off to the police station in company with his prize. There the Chief of Police clapped him on the back saying, Young man, we need more of your type and are proud to reward this S1000 for-'Oakview Avenuel' The vision of a fat roll ofbills faded as George blinked and looked around. He was still on the street car, while the mustached villain of his dream dozed peace- fully. George left the car, sighing heavily as he thought of the reward and wish- ing that dreams might come true. FRANCES GRAHAM QQUIQJ.. The Spirit Marauder AYLAND'S rubber plantation, situated near the source of the Trabajo River, a tributory of the Amazon, was on the verge of failure due to a series of depredations made upon both workers and beasts around the farm. The help had gradually deserted, one by one, until only Bisesa, a faithful Indian whose life Nayland had once saved, Howard McKee, who had accepted the position of manager, and Albert Nayland himself were left. At first the attacks were made solely upon the calves, a few of which disap- peared leaving no trace. These onsets were thought to be the work of some night prowler desiring meat, and so only dogs were set as guards. Nevertheless, this did not stop the inroads on the stock, alarm was added to displeasure,.for soon both dogs and cows suffered. Several animals were found dead, their bodies crushed to a pulp, but no blood shed. Fourteen --4--i 1928 - A-1

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---Q--de ,The sketch I300k ?-i f in which our scheduled dancer, Mademoiselle La Grise injured her ankle, she will not be able to dance tonight. However, Hhe continued tonelessly, 'Kshe has provid- ed us with her new understudyf' The audience sat back and sighed with disappointment. VVhen a dainty figure appeared on the stage, the people sat up a little more interest. Martina began to dancedslowly, like a feather wafted by a gentle breeze. Her light, gauzy rose gown floated mistily about her slender figure. Then the dance became more animated and her gown swirled and billowed. Fin- ally the orchestra stopped-and Martina was gone. The audience, which had become more and more thrilled, sank back with an audible sigh, and then all burst into wild applause. They clapped again and again, but behind the scenes poor, frightened Martina clung to her disabled guardian, Mademoiselle, and could not be induced to appear again. Thus was Martina released from suppression and ostracized by her people and thus was one of the countryls greatest entertainers introduced to the stage. JANE BUCK, '29 uquup.. The International House-Painter AIRY tales do happen these days. You cannot boldly set out with a sword and and expect to unearth hidden treasures in a secret cave, nor can you expect to behead great giants and thereby gain a princess and a kingdom. But often an insignificant human being suddenly gains fame and success in just as romantic a way as Cinderella did. This is a fairy story that really happened. Pittsburgh, a great art and in- dustrial center, became the cynosure of many eyes, for this city was the proud host to the International Art Exhibition. Expert art critics had selected the paintings to be exhibited in the Carnegie galleries. Everyone was anxious to know which of the many noted contributors would receive the honor of displaying his work. VVhen the opening day came, the President of the United States led the oliicial party in reviewing the pictures. Every piece of work but one bore the name of some well-known painter. Because of a growing curiosity concerning the identity of the unknown artist, a committee was to send his address. Strange as it may seem, they found him in a little ramshackle house down in the poorer section of the city. He was a common house painter-but I think he must have had an uncommon genius, too. They compared his style with that of Theodore Rousseau, the great French artist, but the poor fellow probably never had heard of him. To- day he is prosperous, and fame is smiling on him. His fortune is made, and suc- cess is literally following him like a shadow. It really is not impossible, then, to have an honest-to-goodness fairy story come to life right beside you. CATHERINE KEPPEL , ,28 Thirteen --Qui .li,- 7 Af 1 9 2 8 :A--, ,,g,..

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--fa- Thg Sketch B00k 'o-- The corral was built rather close to a shack once inhabited by a woman popu- larly supposed to be a witch. Recently, she had been found dead by her own hands and the supersitious natives believed her to be the source of the trouble. Many of them deserted, and those remaining were ready to leave at the first opportunity. After much persuasion one of these was induced to stand guard at the corral. The next morning he too was found, an expression of horror upon his cold features. Immediately, the few remaining Indians fled, leaving only the faithful Bisesa. He then followed Nayland and McKee to the corral. As Nayland looked at the body, his shoulders drooped, he seemed a beaten man. Then setting his jaws, he straightened and swore through his teeth that he would hnd the marauder, kill him, or die in the attempt. All three then decided to stand guard. The first and second night there were no inroads, and nothing happened to disturb the watchers. On the third night of their vigil, Nayland on the east side and Bisesa on the west were close to a forest, but lVIcKee in the southwest corner next to the shack was right above the river bank. This position allowed for any two to answer the summons of the third. Tired by his previous vigils, McKee, relaxing the tensity of his guard because of the uselessness of the first two nights' watch, crept close to the shack in order that he might prop his body into a sitting posture. Much against his will he drifted to sleep. It seemed but a moment, however, until he awoke, his nerves tingling curiously. Then he became conscious that something was moving on the other side of the shack. A slight thump! Mc- Kee had been decorated for heroism in the VVorld VVarg but now he was paralyzed. A swishing sound! It is often said that there is no fear so demoralizing as the fear of the unknown. Somehow, McKee cannot yet understand how, he managed to light a torch. Again that swishing sound and then silence, whatever the thing was, it had escaped. He called to the other two. No answer! Rushing over, he stumbled across the dead body of Nayland, the same expression of horror upon his features as upon those of the native who had been found crushed. A few paces further on Bisesa was discovered in the same condition as his master, whom he had attempted to save. This was too much for McKee. He hurried back to the mansion, notified the local authorities, and accompanied by several Indians formerly employed on the plantation, set off down the Trabajo by canoe, bound for Para. As they were making camp, the Indians called lVIcKee's attention to a great log Hoating past. On second look a giant boa-constrictor was seen coiled upon it. Immediately McKee understood his friends' deaths, but to this day the Indians are convinced that Nayland's property is haunted and refuse to work on it. ..s:2nlgx.. A Father's Song OR a long while, Howard Welton, Junior, the popular tenor, had been followed by a shabbily-dressed man. In the street, the stranger walked behind him. Occasionally, as VVelton entered his car, the unknown had opened the door for him. Thinking him a beggar, the singer had given the man pieces of money, being re- warded with a faint Thank you and with eyes filled with tears that stirred the singer's heart. Sometime, somewhere, he had seen those eyes. But where? However, the question was usually dismissed as a fancy. One miserable night in November as VVelton was about to enter the Paramount Theatre, where he was singing, he noticed the stranger near by. But no! This bearded, bent old man could not be the mysterious stranger! The former had had Fyteen ---an 1928 ww