Hunter College High School - Argus Yearbook (New York, NY)

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THE ARGUS Once in the street, Billie was at a loss to know what to do. He appeared so bewildered that a policeman approached him, and askled if he could lhelp him in any way. After this, Billie thought it more prudent to keep moving. He walked aimlessly to the corner, and suddenly -thouigyht of a friend, who lived about half a mile away. He would be. only too glad to lend him the nfefeded money. jumping on a street car, he soon reached the house, only to be told by the care-taker that the family 'was gone for the week-end. Billie turned away in despair. What a 'predicament to be in! Then he had an ide-al Why had he not thought of it before? He would go to his father's office. Once again he boarded a trolley and reached the office breathless. In ten minutes, with the money safely in his pocket and the watch back in its accustomed place, Billie was on his way back to the restaurant. Ruth said he had been rather long, but she was delighted to see that he had recovered the lost watch. They were ready to go. Billie proudly handed the Waitress one dollar and sfelvent-five cents. What was his surprise, when she handed him fifty cents change.! Once again, he. looked at the check. Oh! He had confused the amount of the check wit-hi the check nu'mber. The bill was ag dollar and a quarter. Sophie Levy, C6 :B P' 'My 523 3 5' +ve... f 1 gf, 4 .3

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Pm limharranaing Hiumrnt Billie's heart sank. He was sure his ears grew red. Oppo- site him, the girl whom he had taken out, kept up a steady stream of conversation, while, at intervals, she sipped her soda. At that particular moment, her listener was absolutely unaware of her words. He' had no more idea of wihat she was saying, than he had of how to procure a sufficient amount of money to pay their check, which was one dollar and seventy- five cents. By taking a sly peep into his pockets, Billie had found the extent of his finances to be just one dollar and a half. He thought of everything from bribing the waitress to robbing a bank and pictured his parents coming to bail him out of prison. But all this brought him nowhere., and Ruth. the girl, still blissfully unconscious of Billie's predicament, had almost finished her soda. Billie .catched the contents of the glass become lower and lower, while with each sip, his heart grew heavier and heavier. Suddenly, he had an inspiration. Ruth he gasped, as, under cover of the table, he carefully placed his watch in his overcoat pocket, my watch is gone ! Immediately, Rutlhi became' sympathetic. VVhat a shame to lose that beautiful watch. Go right out to the newspaper stand where we bought the magazine. You took your watch out there, and perhaps you left it on the stand. I'll wait here fcr you. 42

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T H E A R GU S igighmag Illnhherg I was driving along a country road one afternoon, when I came acrolss a poor fellow in sore need of help, having twto punctures. I stopped and as I had expected, the unfortunate stranger was tickled to dwelatlhl with my offer to aid him. I took off my coat, brought a few tools and began to work. We chatted together, and as I was in no hurry, I was perfectly willing to spend the afternlofon doing a kind deed. However, the time passed rapidly and as it was growing dark and the task nearly completed, I 4thou,g1ht I had better be moving along. I put my hand in my pocket to draw out my watch when I discovered it was not in its usual pla-ce. In fact it was not in any of my pockets! During this process of pfokzket-hunting, it suddenly dawned on me Ithat my companion's idea of working on my sympathy, was a very clevwelr method of relieving me of what few possessions I had with me. I thought quickly. Wlh'at could I do? This bandit was probably anmed. I was weapon- less. At last I hit upon what proved to be a very good scheme. I turned and said to my companion. I think I have a tool in my box that will make this loads easier. I'l1 skip over and get it. My companion nodded with what seemed an abrupt Thanks, I Went two' my car and took out a tool somewhat resem- bling a pistol. It had one blunt end which I put up my sleeve, and as ilt was twilight, it could not be mistaken for anything but the wielapon I wished it to resemble. I went across the road, faced the stranger, saying as bravely as possible under the circumstances: Give me that watch and be quick about it. My arm wfas cracking from its cramped position. To my great delighlt the man, frightened to dlelath, put his hand into his pocket, pulled out the watch and handed it to me. I thrust it into my pocket, backed into my car and was off like the wind not daring to look back. 44