Jersey Shore High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Jersey Shore, PA)

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JERSEY SHORE HIGH SCHOOL 13 Give 'em ten dollars apiece for 'em. Take it or leave it. He'll take it. The exchange is gladly made and one of the best looking camels is assigned to cage K there to room with another camel of much the same type. As the keeper leads the animal to its future home he sniffs the air excitedly. At last they near the cage, the camel within, who at the moment is resting, arises suddenly and gently taps the ground with her forefoot. Then she lifts her head and utters the call of the female to attract a mate. Cofran treds slowly forward, and as he does so lifts his head in answer. Cofran, prize of Ahmor's herd is home! After ten years he's found his mate. They approach each other face to face . Martha Toner, '4U. SIGNS I know I never could design, A large and lovely roadside sign. An Ad designed to catch the eye Of every innocent passer-by. It stands unmarred by snow or rain, And causes tourists' heads to pain. A sign we must look at all day, For its destruction hope and pray. The advertising that they wear, Makes passing motorists curse and swear. YES Poems are made by guys like me: But only an artist can make a ----- BILLBOARD ' A CLICK IN TIME IM MELROY, night watchman at the Keller Department Store, made his rounds on the twelfth floor, the last floor of one of New York's most popular stores. It had taken him two hours to com- plete his watch from basement floor to twelfth. He ascended the ladder to the skylight and walked out on the roof. He checked the wires of the large flashing neon sign, smoked several cigarettes, and then began his downward trek to the lower floor. As he approached the fourth floor, he noticed the beam of light flash back and forth: a rustle was audible in the direction of the execu- tive office, which housed the large safe and receipts of the day including valuables in the form of negotiable stocks and bonds. I-Ie moved closer and peering up and down the corridor he dis- tinguished a heavy, rugged, hook-nosed man, guarding the front stair- way and another man of weasel-like features guarding the back. Each one had nestled in the crook of his arm a stubby sub-machine gun. Jim saw at once the escape or call for help was impossible since

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I2 THE ORANGE AND BLACK FACE TO FACE N the wide tractless desert of Sahara, where for miles and miles there is nothing but sand and shifting dunes, Ahmor Maden and his great herds of swaying camels pace slowly on to the next oasis, approximately 50 miles forward. There they will meet the rest of their tribe and together journey on to the nearest border town, where the camel trading will begin. Ahmor and his son Ahmorduo ride along side by side. They talk only at intervals because the whirling sand from an approaching storm chokes them. At last Ahmorduo speaks: There is a caravan approaching, father. Perchance it is some of our family come to meet us. Or maybe 'tis a caravan of thieves. The news that you are bringing in your best camels has no doubt been told for miles around. Your eyes are well trained, my son. One less skilled than you would think it only the dunes shifting. But we must act quickly. l fear it is a band of lawless Arabs, no doubt, working for our crafty Maharajah. Lest we hurry our friends will wait for us in vain. Ride quickly and tell Matush to unpack the guns and fill our belts with ammunition. Then herd the camels together and we shall try to beat the thieves to Kotums Pass. Once we are there at least our lives are safe. Quickly! Omar get out the chains. When we reach the pass we shall fasten the camels together. The thieves are approaching rapidly- Ohl No wonder they do. Not mounted on camels but horses. Hurry! Ahmourduo the pass is yet 300 feet away. At last the Pass is reached, camels are chained together only a moment before a thundering herd of horses and men sweep down upon them. Their steeds flying over the ground at lightning speed. As is the custom the riders dismount and descend upon the kneeling camels so stealthily that for several minutes the air hangs heavy and tense. Then the report of many rifles pierces the air and sends their blood curdeling cries resounding across the ocean sand. And as quickly as they came the thieves are gone taking with them 40 of Ahmor's best camels. Among them, Cofran, Ahmor's pride and joy, but he will never know, for he lies buried in the sand. Face down - dead! Many years pass. The high sand dunes melt slowly away and fashion themselves into all skyscrapers. The penetrating quiet of the desert changes into the ceaseless din of the city. The desert heat be- comes the suffocating warmth of a metropolis. A tramp freighter charges into New York harbor. Aboard are many rough looking men and scores of starved and hungry looking camels. Whatcha' gonna' do with them things? Ya' can't eat 'em, ya' know, and it ain't sa' easy findin' grub in dis joint. Didjo' ever hear of de zoo ? Zoo? Think any zoo'd want dem starved lookin' tings ? Ya' and what's more dey bring a high price. Some fellah out here to see you, Jim. Got about 20 camels with him. Pretty starved looking but they're a good breed. 14 44

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I4 THE ORANGE AND BLACK the store switchboard was not operating at that time of night. He turned and began the climb to the roof again and by the time he reached the roof he had a well formed plan. Jim had not lived an uneventful or dull life, for he had been a wireless operator on ship board during the Great War. Now his training could be applied in a useful way. He had for several years played with radio apparatus as a hobby. Such a situation as was present gave Jim a great opportunity to prove the worth of radio and foil the burglary, taking place on the fourth floor. He nervously pulled the switch, controlling the neon sign on the top of the building. Then cutting a large 50,000 volt line, he dis- connected part of the sign, laying the two ends about two inches apart. Then breathlessly he closed the switch. As it contacted a blue flame leaped between the ends of the spliced wire. He had made an ingenious spark gap which would cause considerable interference on all radios within a small radius from that point. He began to open and close the switch, using it as a key. Through the ether crackled an abbre- viated message. Cm 2 Kel. Stre burglry. 4th flr. Help! Help! He repeated the message continuously, trusting that some one would pick it up. A block away from this scene, seated in a bachelor apartment, Bill Stuart, R. C. A. Technician, listened to a late program on the radio, Suddenly a crackling interference broke in, over-riding the volume of the station. He turned and walked to the window muttering an oath against the flashing neon sign, on the Keller building. But to his sur- prise only four of the letters were illuminated. Then as if struck by a bolt of lightning he realized that the interference cutting in and out was in the form of code. He grabbed a pencil and paper and copied the clicking message. The following morning four bewildered gangsters stood in the police station in line. Jim Melroy, identified two of them, while the others were obviously their companions. Bill Stuart was waiting for Jim. As they walked out of the line-up room, arm in arm, Jim said. Say! Bill, that's another one we can chalk up for your radio, and both laughed heartily. The four disreputable characters over- heard them and looking at each other, shrugged their shoulders in a gesture of non-comprehension. Charles Scheid, '3 8.