Humboldt High School - Life Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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A RAID ON THE DOG POUND. Gee, mister, the little boy turned his freckled face up to the pound master wistfully, Gee, where'd ya get all them dogs? The man glanced curiously at the lad, and, continuing to throw meat to the dogs, answered, They're tramp dogs, strays that nobody wants. Nobody wants 'emlu Billy Murphy, aged nine, and a devoted lover of dogs, gasped and blinked his eyes in amazement. lVlister! he cried gxcitedly. I want 'em. Will you give 'em to me? All of them beautiful ogs Questioningly the man regarded him. Then, seeing the earnestness on the boy's face, burst into laughter. Crazy kidl Do you think you could feed seventy-five dogs on a newsy's earnings? l guess not. Evidently this item of expense had not occurred to Billy. Of course he couldn't feed them on only seventy-five cents a day. To own a dog, the dream of his life which had seemed so close to being realized, was now shattered., Tears came slowly into his blue yes, and his lips trembled danger- ously. Noticing this, the pound master realized how deeply disappointed the little lrish lad was, and cheerfully suggested that maybe he could feed one. It was a beautiful thought. Billy's face instantly brightened. Of course he could manage it some way. Well, Sonny, take your pick, the pound master said kindly. l gotta get my own supper now, so hurry. Don't I have to pay anything? Billy inquired. Only a dollar for a clog license, was the answer. H A whole dollar! Billy reached into his pocket and pulled out seventy- five cents, If that was given way it meant that he must wait still longer for a pair of shoes, and go without his supper and breakfast. But what a small sacrifice it was to make to realize the dream of his life. Here, he said. I'll bring the rest in tomorrow. Perhaps the man realized the sacrifice that was being made, for he agreed to let Billy take the dog that night. It was only a mongrel, but mongrel though he was, his eyes spoke love for his new master, After a great deal of friendship making on the part of both, they started for home. Say, Billy asked as they were leaving, what'll happen to all those other dogs? Oh, we stick them in that little house over there, and pull the leverg in five minutes they've sprouted wings and flown away to dog heaven, the man replied. Billy gasped. Aw, mister, he said softly, you-you don't mean you kill 'emi-V' Sure, the man responded cheerfully. lt's the best we can do for them, Better run along now. lt's getting late. Goodbye, Billy said dully, and stumbled off into the darkness. So they killed them! Killed those beautiful dogs with their pleading eyes and wagging tails. Something must be done, and done quickly, and it was up to him, Billy Murphy, to do it. It was ten o'clock, and Billy and Wag, as the dog had been christened, were waiting patiently on the steps of the Bowery Hospital. It mattered little that it was raining, or that they had been waiting for two hours without any supper, for Billy was sure of his reward. Bye and bye the heavy door swung open, and a young man came out. He was surprised to feel a small hand slipped into his, and to hear a choked voice say, Doctor, can l talk to you for a few minutes? You can talk to me for as many minutes as you like, Billy, the young doctor answered kindly. Then, as he noticed Billv's tear-stained face, he continued, Why, my dear fellow, what is the trouble? EIGHT

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and Iustily sung forth of the praises and valiancy of Castle Humboldt in former combats. Then, whispering among themselves, the people dispersed to their toil again until the midday meal should be set forth by the seneschal. After the feasting of baked meats, should follow more toil until the heralds should announce the siege of the day raised and that all might return to their homes in safety, Thus was a day at Castle Humboldt concluded by the lowering of the drawbridge. Walter Bollinger '2I. A WORD TO THE WISE. I hate Latin, growled Ed, slamming his books down on the table. Now what's the matter? asked his mother. We're going to have a test in Latin tomorrow, he grumbled. Keep the kids quiet and call me at supper time. I'Ie went into the library and closed the door. A bright fire was ,burning in the fireplace, for it was a damp, misty day. Ed drew up a big leather chair, and was soon studying diligently. All at once he heard a little voice talking, I-Ie looked up and saw the Latin book walking around the table. Please don't slam me around any more, it squeaked. lVIy ribs are all loose now. For heaven's sake, gasped Ed, HI thought Latin was a dead language. The I..atin book settled down on the chair arm with his legs crossed and his arms resting on his knees. I-Iis chin was in the cup of his hands. Why do you hate me? was his first question. I'm sure I never hurt your feelings as you do mine. If you only knew how to study, you would like me. You expect to get acquainted with me by skimming over the lesson and then slamming me around because you can't remember the answers to the questions your teacher asks you, The only way to get acquainted with me is by learning as much as you are assigned each day, and getting it fixed in your memory. If you do this, I am sure you will like me better. Edward, it's supper time, called his mother. And Ed awakened with a start. His Latin book lay on the Hoor beside him. At the end of the month, Ed had the highest mark in the class, and his friends wanted to know how it happened. I went to sleep and met a friend who gave me some good advice, and Ed told them his dream. If that's how a dead language acts in a dream, I'd hate to see what a lively language like French would do, laughed his chum. Golda Eisenhardt 'Z 4. TOIVIlVIY'S FAILURE. Tommy, a pet cat that I used to have, enjoyed very much catching birds. One bright summer day, while Tommy and I were in Alice Park, he saw a bird drinking from a little pool, so he scampered around behind some trees to avoid attracting the bird's attention. Tommy, having taken his position behind a tree, did not notice that the bird had fluttered away to the branches of a distant tree. Crouching, Tommy made ready to spring upon the bird. When he sprang to the place where he thought the bird was, he fell into the pool in- stead of upon the bird. Tommy did not like water very much, so walked off into the brush with head drooped and tail between his legs. Ben lVIayhugh '2 4. SEVEN

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Doctor, Billy began slowly, Doctor, do you know that there is a place just a few block up the street where they keep dogs that nobody wants? And Doctor, just think, they kill those beautiful dogs! But what else could they do with them, Billy? he asked the lad. Do with them! Why they could find homes for them. If people knew about those dogs I bet they'd take them quick enough. Just then a bright light shown through the darkness, a large car drew up before the hospital, the door of the tonneau opened, and a young girl jumped out. She ran up the hospital steps gaily, then, seeing the pair, went over to them. Oh Jack, she said merrily, here you are. And is that you, Billy? lt's so dark I can't see a thing. Hurry along. l'm going to take you out to dinner. Then, noticing the earnest expressions on their faces, she inquired, What's up now? Well, sis, the doctor explained, Billy is down on the present system of exterminating tramp dogs. He thinks that each dog should be provided with a home and a family. What do you think about it? Ann I-liland looked first at her brother and then at Billy. I don't know what to think, she said finally. ul-low many dogs are there, Billy? Only seventy-five, and oh, Miss Annf' he pleaded, don't you really think there's some way of finding homes for them? Just think, they'll all be killed if we don't. Then an inspiration came to Billy. Miss Annf' he said excitedly, maybe some of your rich friends would like to take 'em? Ann looked amused at this outburst, then suddenly became thoughtful. Billy,'i she said mysteriously, ul have an idea. The next evening at ten o'clock the huge veranda of the l-liland's sum- mer home was hung with Japanese lanterns, The place was alive with beauti- fully gowned women and successful appearing men, all very gay and happy. ln a secluded part of the veranda, Ann Hiland was sitting in a wicker chair. It was here that the doctor found her. His eyes were laughing, but his words were serious. Ann, he said gravely, the thing has worked after all. The lottery tickets went like wildfire, and the drawing begins in a few minutes. Come on over and watch the fun. lt'll be great to see some of Billy's 'swells' try to baby mongrelsf' l'm ready, Ann replied, waving her fan lazily. The poor dears don't know thev are about to become the masters and mistresses of unpedigreed mongrels, but I know that they are all too good sports not to keep what they get. But come, let's hurry or we'll miss all the fun. An hour later there was a conference of the 'big four.' Ann, the doctor said, that was the brightest idea you ever had. It provided seventy dogs. doomed to die, with homes, and it has made a certain little newsy supremely happy. Ann looked mischievous. The fun of watching the 'five hundred' re- ceive the additions to their select dog families was worth all the trouble, she said. Billy cuddled close among the cushions of his chair, and gazed happily at the others. Those people don't know how lucky they are to own a real dog instead of a puff of white wool that can't even fight. Gee, it worked swell, didn't it? And Wag and me is darn happy, arenit We, Wag? And Wag contentedly wagged his tail in agreement. Dorothy l-losking. NINE