Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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piece of orange peel, “I took this from Mr. Potter’s hand out at the woods.” The accused Potter was then put on the stand. “Mr. Potter, where are you from?” “New York, your Honor,” with a great rolling of r’s. “Is this your first offense at hunting snipe?” Now, it must be confessed. Potter had tried once before to catch snipe and not being successful, was ashamed to own it. “Your Honor, I have never caught a snipe.” “Did you not know snipe were out of season?” Before Potter could answer, Lewis jumped up. “Beg pardon, your Honor, but only red and brown snipe are out of season; we were hunting black snipe, weren’t we, Potter?” “Silence,” commanded the judge, laughing so he could scarcely contain himself. Everyone was smiling. “Mr. Potter, answer my question.” “Your Honor, we were after black snipe.” At this part of the proceedings, a man walked into the back of the room. Lucian in a loud whisper said, “It’s all up, Potter. There’s the reporter for The Item. It will all be out in the evening paper.” “Mr. Potter, did you you use orange peel or lemon?” “Orange, your Honor.” “Orange peel is the bait for red and brown snipe,” re- marked the Game Warden. 1 Much more evidence was heard, all of which pointed to Potter having been caught with the orange peel and bag. The jury pronounced him guilty. The lawyer told him to plead guilty for the other two offenses, which he did. The judge pronounced his sentence, saying, “Mr. Pot- ter, since you are a stranger in our midst and unaccus- tomed to our laws, I will make your fine light. I fine you twenty-five dollars and all the rest of the party five dollars each. Court is adjourned.” To the amusement of all, Potter went over and thanked the judge for his kindness in making his fine so light. In the afternoon Lewis met Potter on the street and said, “Say, George, come over to the club tonight, the fel- lows are having a sort of celebration dinner.” “Sure, I’ll come.” That night at dinner they were having a fine time and drinks were just being served when Leonard laughingly proposed a toast. Here's to the hunter, Here's to the fine, Here's to his money On which zee now dine. Poor George at last caught on to the joke when the fel- lows gave him the laugh.

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They finally reached the cross road where the auto was, only to find that the Game Warden had gone round by the road to await their coming. Also they were surprised to find two cars instead of one, the other belonging to the Game Warden. “Well, I have you now. I arrest you on three charges. First, hunting snipe out of season on posted land; second, attempted bribery of an officer of the law; third, resisting arrest. Now, just get in that car and drive in front of me to the jail.” Jack Lee, one of the fellows and a lawyer, tried to get the boys out. Nothing would do but they should go to the lock-up. After much discussion they were let out on bail, but were to appear next day at eleven o’clock for trial. The next day the trial took place in the courtroom. Jack Lee, being a lawyer, got the use of it. A fun-loving citizen of middle age, stout and dignified, acting as judge, called the court to order. lie then swore in twelve jurymen, all men unknown to Potter. Some of them had hard work to keep from laughing. The witness- es were next sworn in. “The court will now proceed,” or- dered the judge. “I charge Mr. George Potter and these other gentlemen as accomplices with these offenses; first, hunting snipe out of season on posted land; second, attempting bribery of an officer; third, resisting arrest,” read the clerk of the court clearly. The attorneys for the defense then began the ex- amination of the witnesses. The first witness was Leonard Blum. “Mr. Blum, will you tell the judge and gentlemen of this jury where you are from, your business, how long you have been in our town and how long you expect to remain?” Leonard started manfully to answer all these questions but broke out laughing when a side remark from Lewis was heard. “Don’t ask him how long he is going to stay, ask Mrs. Fay.” It must be said that Mrs. Fay was a re- markable clairvoyant then doing wonderful things in mind reading in our town. A chuckle from all greeted this re- mark. The judge rapped loudly for order. “Mr. Blum, tell the court where you were the night of December 20th at eight-thirty o’clock,” continued the lawyer. Your Honor, at eight-thirty exactly, I, with a party of gentlemen was starting on a snipe hunt with Mr. Potter.” After asking Leonard a few more questions he allowed him to retire. The second witness, Mr. .Jack Lewis, was called. “Mr. Lewis, tell this court where you were the night of December 20th at eight-thirty o’clock.” “Your Honor, at eight-thirty exactly I was procuring orange peel and a white meal sack for Mr. Potter to hunt snipe with.” Other witnesses were called and all testified to having been with Potter the night of the 20th to hunt snipe. The Game Warden was the first witness for the state. “Which of these gentlemen was it you arrested with the bag and orange peel,” asked the attorney for the state. “Your Honor, I think it was that one,” pointing to Pot- ter. “Mr. Game Warden, we don’t want to know what you think is right, but what you know is right,” thundered the judge. “Well, I think—yes, I know he was the one,” replied the Game Warden. “Can you produce the evidence of orange peel?” asked the attorney. “Yes, your Honor,” pulling out from his pocket a dried

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A SO I3 HOMO RE RACKET By Lucille Fortier, 19H. T was four o’clock in the afternoon on the opening day of the mid-winter term at Iiill- ton Seminary, a noted institution located in a beautiful old town of western New York. A group of gay girls was gathered in one of the pleasant recreation rooms and they were chattering like a proverbial flock of magpies, exchanging merry greetings after their Christmas vaca- tion, comparing notes on studies, classes and roommates. Suddenly there appeared at the door a young girl appar- ently about sixteen years of age and a little above medium height. A wealth of hair matching the color of her eyes crowned a small shapely head and contrasted beautifully with a creamy complexion. Her features were clear-cut and very attractive. There was an instantaneous hush as the bevy of maidens turned their bright faces and affectionate glances upon Peggy Currly, who evidently was a prime favorite among them all. “Is Miss Olive Beverly in the room? You know she is a new pupil who arrived this morning and she is to room with me.” A young girl who had been sitting alone in a remote corner of the room, arose and moved towards the speaker. “I am Ollie Beverly, Miss Currly,” she said with quiet self- possession, yet flushing slightly beneath the many curious glances bent upon her, as her soft blue eyes met the smil- ing brown ones. “Oh, Miss Beverly, I have had quite a search for you,” she said, extending a cordial hand to her; for despite the girl’s poise, Peggy caught the quiver of loneliness on the expressive face. “I am to be your room-mate, and I have been commissioned by Professor Scabcrly to find you and show you to his study. But first let me present you to these chatterers. Peggy slipped a reassuring arm around the girl’s waist and went chattering on, “Young ladies, this is Miss Bev- erly, a new Sophomore. I can’t present each of you for- mally, for she is wanted elsewhere.” Ollie nodded a smiling acknowledgment to the vigorous clapping hands and the hearty, “Welcome, Miss Beverly, to Hillton.” Then Peggy led her away, and the inter- rupted chatter of magpies was resumed with redoubled animation. “Say, girls, isn’t she a dear?” “Came this morning, did she?” “Where from, I wonder?” “My! but wasn’t that a nobby traveling suit, and such a fit!” “Ollie Beverly— pretty name, isn’t it?” “Does anybody know anything about her?” These were some of the comments and quer- ies that slipped from those supple instruments which have a 17