Lockport High School - Forum Yearbook (Lockport, NY)

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LOB-That bank robber was caught this noon near where his car was found. Where is this man you locked up? MARY-fpointingj In the closet. BOB-VVell, for the love of Mike! tHe unlock-s door. Out steps young nzan, smiling slightly. 2 YOUNG MAN-I couldn't help over- hearing what you said, so you do not need to explain. IVIARYZI thought that closet was sound proof. LADY-Well I wondered what had be- come Of you, Jim. I she glances rather hastily at lllary, then turns to exaniine a sznall old, fashioned rocker, which she has b een exazn-ining all through the espisodcnj MARY-Qrising and turning to young HIGH., I'm terribly sorry, Sir. Its charms. A nd yet,- It was because I I know thought- W' hen it shall cease YOUNG MAN- To flow Csrnilingj - that I looked criminal. MARY-Oh no -but you do fit the description in the paper. BOB-Well, Sis you certainly made a blunder that time. LADY-l to M ary Q Young lady, is your mother very fond of this chair? fpoint- ing to rockerj MARY-No. I don't believe so. LADY-Well it's just what I've been looking for. MARY-Is it? I rather like it. LADY-VVOuld your mother sell it? MARY-It happens to be mine. A neighbor gave it to me when she moved away from here. LADY-YOllI'lg lady. I like this chair. It's a genuine-. I'll give S100 for it. IVIARY-I gasping Q S100. THE FORVM MUSIC SALLIE JEAN CRAWFORD, '34 M usir is a part of ine. 1 feel and hear but cannot see Like life giving blood through nie, My soul shall withered be. LADY-Yes, will you take it? MARY-VVl1y, I dOn't know. Of course it was a gift, but the lady didn't want to take it with her and asked me if I wanted it. LADY-That's a good price I'm offer- ing you. MARY-f eagerly j Why yes, that is- should I, Bob? BOB-Do as you like. It's yours. MARY-Oh, yes, I'll sell it for 3100. Do you want it now? LADY-YYCS. It's just what I've been looking for, for a long time. YOUNG MAN-I must telephone. May I? K glancing sfnilingly at Mary. J BOB - I'll tow you up to the garage. My car's out in the drive. YOUNG MAN- I'd be ever s'O much obliged. LADY - Here, young lady. Cgives Mary billsj Carit Lady and Bob carrying small rocker. Y o n n g M a n lingersj YOUNG MAN- My name's Jim Collins. I live in Dansville. Dansville isn't far from here. VVOuld you mind if I came over to see you? MARY-Oh no, not at all. Please come. YOUNG MAN-OkC. You'll be seeing me. Au revoir, my jailer. fexitj RUTH-Ahem. MARY'HC'S nice, isn't he? RUTH-He seems to be. YOu've made by locking a man up. a friend MARY-Perhaps, but-do you see this money? RUTH-I do. YOu're sure in luck. What are you going to spend it for? INIARY-fwaving bills in her hand. j Hi! Silver Lake. Page Thirty-Three

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RUTH-The criminal? Wliat crimi- nal? MARY-VVhy, the robber whom we were talking about. You know. RUTH-fstupicllyj You've got him, you say? MARY-Yes. It was he who came to the door. I knew him at once. He wore light tweeds and he's dark, and ftriam- phaaflyj he had a bandage on his chin. RUTH-Bandage? The paper didn't say anything about a bandage. MARY-YCS, but it said a sore or cut on his chin. He could get it bandaged, couldn't he? RUTH-lrVell, perhaps but flooking apprelieizsively at the d00r.j why doesn't he holler? MARY--I think that closet is sound proof. At first he did try to open the door. RUTH-VVhat are you going to do, now that you have him? MARY-I don't know. RUTH-Well, you've got to do some- thing. You can't just keep him there. He might smother. MARY-Oh, no. He won't smother, but what shall I do. RUTH-Call the police. MARY--Oh, should I?-I guess I'll call Bob first. fgoes to phonej 1468-W -Hello, Mrs. Champ?-Is Bob there? -VVell, will you tell him to come right home. It's very important. Thank you Uiangs upl Oh Ruth, I'm scared. Oh, I wish I'd let him go. Ruth, don't stay near the door. He might shoot. RUTH--fll10ZllIIg with alacrityj he have a gun? MARY-Why of course-er-ah. That is, probably. All criminals have them. But of course he had it hidden. Oh, why doesn't Bob come? RUTH-You just phoned him. Give him time. What will you do when Bob gets here? NIARY-fPClCi1lg the floorj I don't know. fdoor-bell ringsj Did Page Thirty-Two Oh, who's that? Not Bob? I goes to door to admit a small, plump middle- aged woman, who nods pleasantly and saysj LADY-Ism looking for my son. Our car stopped down the road aways and he came up here to telephone. It's rather chilly and I got tired of waiting so thought I would come and see why he was delayed. Didn't he stop here? IVIARY-f a pprehensively j Y our-your son? LADY1YCS-HC wore light tweeds. He said he'd telephone at the first house but it must be he didn't. I'm sorry to have troubled you. I- MARY-Did your son have a bandage on his chin? LADY-YES, has he- MARY - He's here. - Uh - just be seated please and I'll- fentcr Bob j BOB-Hello Sis. What's up? fnoticiug ladyj Oh I beg your pardon. I didn't know you had company. MARY-Oh Bob. I-I caught a rob- ber, but he isn't a robber. Bon-What? MARY-I-I caught a man and I-I guess he's the wrong one. Bois--Jiminy Crickets! What man? VV hat do you mean? MARY-I-I-Oh Ruth you tell him. fMary bursts into tears and sits down in chaiizj RUTH-Well, Bob, a young man came to the door and asked to telephone. He fitted the description of the man who robbed Dansville Bank, so Mary lock- ed him in the closet. just now this lady came along, looking for her son who had come to telephone a garageman. I guess Mary's robber is this lady's son. BOB-VVell, this is a mess. Let me get this straight. Mary locked up a man she thought was the robber. RUTH-Yes. LADY-You locked up my son? MARY-I sobbing j VVell, he looked like the description. THE FORVM

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HURRICANE FRIENDSHIP LEON HIGHHOUSE, '34 DON Garrett strolled carelessly down the dirty street of Pueblo Cabello which led to the docks. His tall stature was quite a contrast to the small squat figures of the natives. Dressed in his white duck flying suit, and with his chin squared and blue eyes flashing, he never failed to receive the smiles of the fair senoritas. Disregarding the affairs in the street he turned and walked into the Yellow Lantern Cafe situated across from the police dock. Directly in front of him at one of the tables slouched Blimp Wil- liams, the former ace blind-flying pilot of Pan American Airways. Williams, on seeing Garrett, suddenly straightened up and let out a yelp of laughter. VVell, if it isn't my old buddy Don Garrett. I haven't seen you since the Bahia affair when we were fired by P.A.A. I hear you're flying your own plane between Havana and Cabello. just so you don't monkey with my run.- VVell?-VVhat have you got to say for yourself F Y Nothing, Vtfill, except that you'll have to look to your laurels. I'm extend- ing my route to Miami, retorted Don. I won't worry about you. You never were good enough to get a long run, was VVill's sarcastic reply. Eventually the quiet of the cafe was shattered by the crash of breaking glass as Don landed a few big plates of food on VVill's head. NVill's legs crumpled under him and he slumped to the floor. Excited voices filled the air as the man- ager ancl two waiters rushed to the scene of the disturbance and promptly knock- ed Garrett down. Next, the shrill whistle of the police was heard as three officers rushed thru the entrance of the Yellow Lantern Cafef, Very expertly and methodically they Page Tlzirty-Four questioned the manager and waiters, then a few of the native by-standers. And, in the next move they had clamp- ed a pair of shining bracelets on the wrists of the unconscious form of the white clad pilot. Early the next morning Blimp Wil- liams climbed into the foreward cabin of his ten passenger amphibian, gave the plane the gun and skimmed down the bay, then rose lazily into the azure blue sky. I-Ie swooped down over the lazy city of Puerto Cabello, which harbored in its modest jail the sleeping form of Don Garrett. VVilliams was making his customary flight to I-Iavana and Miami carrying six passengers and a few hundred pounds of freight. By night he would be in a nice bed in Miami, and this, along with the thought of Don in jail, made a smile come over his face as he flew over the blue Caribbean. Two days later he was ready to make the return trip to Cabello. As he waited for the tanks to be filled with gasoline, he couldn't help musing about Don cool- ing his feet as well as his temper in a smelly native jail. Serves him right, murmured Will, forgetting that he had started the whole trouble with his sarcastic humor. Meanwhile, Garrett had been released by the authorities after paying for the broken bottle of Bourbon. Immediately after his release Don went to his hotel room and changed into a fresh suit of white ducks. From there he went down to the dock where his flying-boat was anchored. There he fell into the routine of making his plane ready for flight. On board his ship was a valuable cargo of gold bullion for New York as well as five passengers. His ship was of the same type as William's, a twin THE FORVM