Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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first in his class-leader of every- thing on campus. Practically runs the place is what my Benje says. Some people have all the luck. Proud old family, lots of money, fancy hon- ors . . . It ain't all luck. My joseph tells me he Worked real hard for those honors he's getting today. He'll go far, that boy. Pk Pk if lVIr. Bennington? Mr. Simpson will see you now, sirf' Thank you, miss . . . Let's see, now. Shoes shined, pants creased razor-sharp, new hat-everything's perfect. Al, my boy, you can't miss. As he Walked across the waiting room, the gold lettering on the door to the office glittered before his eyes. Someday my name will be on that door. bk Ik Pk Boyl There hasn't been a shindig this big since his old lady's funeral. It's a big wedding, all right. And don't they make a lovely couple? She's so beautiful. She'l1 be such a wonderful wife for him. Yes, she's a very accomplished young lady. A real prize for a rising young businessman like him. Pk Dk PII Al, you can't mean itl What will you do ? I guess I'll have to make it good. He was my partner, and I'm respon- sible for those debts. But, Al, he double-crossed you. 30 And where will you get that much money ? We can sell the house, and those bonds will help. We'll come out about even. We can move to a small- er house in another part of town. I can make a go of it, if you'll help me, darling. Al, I Won't live like that. I'm not the struggling type. If you sell this house-I'll leave you, Al. But it's a point of honor. I must do it. Then you'll have to go it alone, Al. bk Pls Pk Don't blame me. Oh, my darling, don't go. Don't go li' His conscious- ness was returning and with it the pain. He looked up at the sky. I had to do it. It was the only thing I could do. Oh, Lord, what did I do to deserve this? I don't de- serve this. I don't deserve it! bk Pk Pk Here he is, Dad. Over herel He's still sleeping or somethingfl Poor old rascal, must've tried to jump off a train and fallen. Run for help, son. He's dead. The boy Cast a frightened but curi- ous eye on the old man's face, even now twisted with pain. Then he turned and ran -off out of sight. Poor devil--but what am I pity- ing you for? You're nothing but a dirty old bum. You probably got just what you deserved. THE CRITIC X t work by Linda Stickel, 64.

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