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

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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

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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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THE ARGUS I reached home still wondering where I had summed up the courage -to face the fellow. Thinkin-gi this rather amazing episode mifght make a good story for my diary, I went to my bureau drawer to fetch it. I openpeld my drawer and there, before my eyes, I saw-my watch! I thrust lmy hand into my pocket and pulled' out a watch. I gasped. I lhad never seen it before! Im.mediate1ly, I realized what had happened. I had' forgotten my -own watch in the morning and had demandeld from this strange man, with 3 supposed weapon in my hand, his watch. I burst out laughing. I had entered a new pro- fession,- I-Iighway Robbery. . Marjorie Siegel, B2' -1 Gun Eats Two opposite-bound trains pulled slowly in one misty autumn night at a little, rusty railway station. There immedi- ately ensued the bustle and confusion in the cars, the cries of the newspaper boys, the leaving and coming of passengers. Among the latter was especially noticeable, 3 young woman, about twenty-seven years old. She was tall and slim, with a pale, sad face, and a haggard look in her lifeless eyes. She sa.nk into the nearest chair and looked out of the window, seeming to take no interest in anythinsg. Suddenly, her look was arrested by a woman of her own age who was sitting near the window of the opposite train. Who could she be? thought the tall lady. She had a. vague feeling that she had seen her somewhere, that she knew her. She felt that the lady opposite had been closely connected with her own life and had played an important part in it. She looked at her again. Little by little, the other one's features began to grow dim in the tall lady's eye. Instead of her, she pictured a large class-room, she saw thirty-one awe-stricken girls and the usually kind and mild teacher now become strict and sorrowfulg she saw her friend Cora pale but steadfast stand- ing before the teacher denying the charge of having stolen six dollars and twenty-nine cents. In vain were Cora's denials and assurances that she had saved the six dollars found in her purse. The evidence was too obvious. Cora was expelled from school. Since then, everyone had lost sight of her. 45