Lindsay Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Tatler Yearbook (Lindsay, Ontario Canada)

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THE L. C. I. TATLER 27 head, as she realized her predicament. Your name, miss? questioned the pol- iceman, calmly. Rosaleen Leigh from Brignallf' an- SWel'6Ci the grl. V Not Gordon Leigh's daughter? asked the constable rather taken aback. Yes.' Rosaleen had changed her pos- ition slightly, and as she did so saw that the numbers on the license plate were not hers but were very similar. Oh, I see! My license is number MI-' 235 and easily mistaken for this one, she said, turning to Mallory. But how did you come to have my car? asked Mallory puzzled, or he too, recognized the girl's surname to be that of the famous lawyer. Why, I understand now. There was a green roadster similar to mine parked here when I went in, which was undmubt- edly yours. The person driving your car has taken mine by mistake in his hurry to get out of this town before he was caught. The thing to do is to chase my car and catch the 'person who stole yours, finished Rosaleen, excitedly. The attendant at the service station be- ing questioned, said that a green ooupe had pulled out quickly about ten minutes previous in an easterly direction. Come on. We must catch him, cried Mallory, opening the door for the girl. Springing into the ldriver's seat, he start- ed the car and they were oif in a flash leaving the worthy officer staring surpris- ed and speechless after them. Down the wide highway they sped at a breakneck speed. The highway for- tunately was straight and comparatively level with light traffic. After several min- utes, he slowed down to a more moderate pace but still held a rate exceeding the speed limit. He will not be expecting a chase since he slipped away from that sleepy town immolestedj' explained Mallory turning to the girl beside him. We have a good chance, answered Rosaleen. There is also the chance that he will run out of gasoline, for I just rem- ember that the gas was low back at Bronte and I intended refilling the tank. Why, that is fortunate, exclaimed Mallory gayly. We might find your car on the side of the road out of gias. The joke would be on him. After driving for nearly half an hour and seeing no sign of their oar, their hopes gradually sank to zero. They had just rounded a slight curve in the road when they saw a familiar object, the car! Sim- ultaneously they reoognised it. His little car leaped forwand with a bound. The driver of the car ahead, real- izing he was being pursued also speeded up. The chase was on-what a mad ride! Mallory, tense, with excitement, pressed his foot sharply on the accelerator. The speedometer rose to fifty, fifey-five, six- ty-eight. Rosaleen, motionless, and with bated breath, watched the distance be- tween the two ears lessen and then widen It was a mad race. Should another car appear on the scene, an unavoidable crash undoulbftably wlould have occurred, but Lady Luck was with them. Mallory wat- ched with fastonishment as the pursued car began to come gradually to a stop. He drove up beside it and stopped. Springing over the car door, he rushed towards the culprit. You're under arrest, he thnindered at the white-faced drvier, as he grablbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the car, forgetting, in his fury, that he was assuming an authority he did not possess. The thief, wrenching from his grasp, shot out his fist at the young man before him. But Mallory was too quick for him. -He dodged the blow, and with his Irish blue eyes blazing with natural wrath, Mallory struck a lightning blow at his assailant which sent him sprawling to the pave- ment. Unnoticed by the two young people, a large, touring 'car drove up and stopped beside them. It was the provincial police from Brignall, who had started out as soon as word had reached them of the stolen roadster. Fine work, youngsters, cried a big hearty policeman, congratulating them on their success. You saved us a whole lot of trouble by capturing this crook. Mallory and Rosaleen modestly refused to take all the credit saying it was pure luck from beginning to end. After the police left with their prisoner, the two participants in the exciting race stood staring at each other. suddenly real- izing their position in the middle of the road, they both laughed and moved to- wards Rosa.leen's car. After this rather exciting half hour, 'to- gether, I don't believe we need much in the way of an introduction, began Mall- ory soberly. With twinkling eyes, she she gravely extended her hand. Mallory extended hishand with a. firm handclasp introductions were over. Where do we go from here? inquired Mallory gaily. Well, as I was on my way to Dupdale when I was so unexpectedly arrested, re- turned Rlosaleen, I will proceed on my way, and as I really found your car and you rescued mine, I guess we are square on both sides, are We not? Yes, agreed Mallory. I have 'to go

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26 THE L. C. I. TATLER fers, like all of us, from Petty Larceny, the proposition is a good one. However, his common sense tells him that it is not very likely that this man whose games or tricks are his business, will be giving away prizes, money, or whatever the reward, for nzthing. It is here that the faker's natural ability has to come into play. If he can state a proposition sound enough to make the prospective fish lbelieve that he lthe customerl is 'getting an even break, the deal is assured. It never fails. The taker has to be a convincing talker: that goes with the business: but he need never worry about attracting customers. The urge is there ..,..... Get something for nothing, It is Petty Larceny as a nat- uiul inclination, or as our modernists would put it a weakness of the flesh. The same thing applies to the stock- market. When a man is shown a cheap. flimsy stock, he is not apt to be struck with it as a sound financial investment. But the price is low-he is getting it for practically nothing. He will make money without using much money. This is the thought that assails hirm. It remains for the sketchy bnoke to make the Ideal seem sound When that is accomplished, the customer succumbs-always. We may be taught our lesson but we come back for more punishment. It is the fallacy of human natureg it is Petty Larceny in the Man. TWO ROADSTERS fist Prize Junior Short Story, Isobel Gee? Just listen to this news item, my dear. Stolen, a green Chrysler roadster, nickel-trimmed, 1932 model, Ontario lic- ense number M F 325. About three fo'clock, while stopping tem- porarily at Brignall on his way to his mother's summer home at Orchard Beach, the roadster of Mr. G. Mallory was stolen frcfm the front of the Bank of Commerce on King Street. Mr. Mallory neglected to take the key from his car while in the bank ion business. Retiuning to the car in less than ften minutes, he discovered his loss. Immediately, he reported 'the theft to the police and warnings were sent to the various towns in the vicinity to in- tercept the stolen car andiarrest the driver, but without success. Mr. Mallory has as yet received no news of his missing road- ster. There, that is what is going to 'hap- pen to your car one. of these days, pro- phesied Mr. Leigh, as he folded up the Morning Times. No, daddy dear, I am too fond of the Shamnock to have i-t stolen. But don't you recognise that to be a very similar description of my car except that license is MF 325 While mine is MF 235? ,a light musical voice asked him. This was Ros- aleen Leigh, a beautiful brunette, with creamy white skin and soft wavy hair framing her oval face. But it was her eyes, dark -blue, like deep pools guard- ed by dusky lashes, that made her the beauty she was. Yes, it is. You had better be careful Mr. Mallory doesnit claim yours by mis- take, joked her father, as he rose from the :breakfast table. Mr. Leigh, a tall handsome man, was a noted criminal lawyer. I wonder if that Mallory's father would not be your mother's friend whom we visited while on our honeymoon, he mus- ed. MI will have to see. On this beautiful ,summer morning when this conversation took place 'between Mr. Leigh and his daughter, Raosaleen was ready to leave for Deepdale, a summer town on Lake Ontario, to visit her girl friend during the week-end, while her father was to fbe absent in Toronto. Rosaleen, in a light green suit match- ing her motor-car, ran down the -broad steps pulling on a pert beret. Her father followed more leisurely, closing the door after her as she seated herself behind the wheel. Drive carefully, now, he warned, smil- ing anxiously. With a gay Wave of her hand to him, she backed down the long drive, smiling tenderly to herself as she recalled the many times she had heard that oft repeated admonition. After driving under the sultry sun for an hour, she stopped at Bronte, Ia sleepy little village rear the lake, for a cold drink and also to replenish the gasoline, which she observed was becoming low. As she parked her car under a a shady tree. she casually noticed that ia green roadster. beside which she came to a stop, was very similar to her own. She first entered the refreshment stand and ordered a cool chocolate drink. VVhen she had finished the drink and returned, she observed a tall, red-haired young man and a pol- ceman standing by the car, talkng. Very much -perturbed, she hurriedly ran to them. Are you driving this car, mam? ques- tioned the officer. Why yes, it is my car. answered Rosa- leen, by way of explanation. This car. Miss, is the property of this young gentleman. Mr. Mallory, stolen yes- terday afternoon at Brignallf' stated the officer of the Law. impressively. But I don't understand, said the be- wildered girl, I just stopped to get a cold drink and left it here. You will have to explain to the judge. But this is an outrage! gasped Raso- leen, a flush rising in waves to her fore-

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.28 THE L. C. I. TATLER back -no Brignall so will leave you to con- tinue your journey. Before leaving, he filled the tank with enough gasoline to drive to Dupdale. Good-bye Rosaleen called gaily as she started the car. Good-bye and safe journey, he return- ed, smiling. Nice girl, Mallory reflected as he climbed into his roadster, turned around, and drove off in the opposite direction. As she drove up the winding drive on her return home la few days later, Rfosaleen recognized with delightful surprise, a. green roadster similar to her own parked at the door. Hereafter, the Malory's, father and son, were frequent visitors at the home of Rosaleen and her father. Mr. Mallory Sr. because of the deep friendship which sprang up 'between him and Mr. Leighg Mr. Mallory Jr. because it was the home of his bride-to-be. Poetr ' ROMANCE I fSybi1 Pickeringj I've left the world of trouble With all its cares behind, I'm steeped in a world of wonders Where rays of love beams shine, Where all the worlds are one world And oh what a world to see Where all the worlds as one world Throb like the pulse of the sea Where ravs of love are shining And the breeze of devotion blows Where the voices of passion murmur In the garden where beauty grows. In the depth of my heart it's swelling, The thrill that only love knows. THE FIRST RUGBY PRACICE . Scene I. 'Coach Breese of Lindsay By the Hnine Gods he swore, That the great school of L. C. I. Should suffer defeat no more, By the Unine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his messengers go forth To summon his array. Scene II. To First, Second, Third and Fourth, The messenger ran fast, To all the forms in L. C. I.- Fifth Form heard it last. Shame on the hefty bozo, Who turns not out to-night, To try and make the rugby team, And keep L. C. I. in the fight. Scene III. Out then poured the greenhorns, Who had not played before, Close followed by the veterans, As hard-'boiled as of yore. And on many, a flashy sweater, A Sewn with many a, seam, Shown at its best. Behold! the Crest, Of the L. C. I. rugby team. Scene VI. Then out spoke the burly Campbell As he leaned upon the gate, To every man upon this earth Work cometh soon or late, So mark the field, you bozos, With all the speed ye may: I with two more to help me, Will go out there and play.