Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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16 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW most unaccountably angry for one who had seemed so gentle. And then along came two other boys to sit near them and annoy them with their chatter, so that neither could the old man snooze nor the young man pilfer. They returned to the upper deck and could see Trenton, half an hour's sail up the bay. Fate had again been so cruel to him to-day that Jerry gave up in despair. It was useless wooing so cruel a Dame! —So intent was he in lamenting his hard lot that he did not hear Mr. Fullerton’s re- mark, and it had to be repeated.—“‘I think I have just time to get my hair cut, before we get there; it will save me that much time.” And he was going off jauntily, when he suddenly hesitated, stopped and then returned to Jerry. “Once bitten, twice shy. I am afraid to leave my wallet in my coat when I take it off down there. Would you mind keeping it for me?” Jerry couldn’t believe his ears. Here he had been for an hour ransacking his brain for some trick of the trade by which to lay his fingers on the wallet; with all his experience he had failed. And now it is tossed into his hands as carelessly as a copper into a blind man’s tin cup. But one look into the candid, unsophisticated face of the old man convinced him.— I sure will; thanks for trusting me.” So here he is with the wallet, and twen- ty minutes at least to spare.—But he cursed softly; as he said before, the boat was as good as a jail.—Never say die! could he fill the wallet with paper and fool the old fellow? No; it was too risky; and if Fullerton opened it before dis-embark- ing, there was Jerry like a fox in a trap. But how could he get away? Looking over the water towards Trenton, Jerry saw many motor-boats flitting hither and thither. One very speedy craft was heading straight for the Elmeric and only two hundred yards away. Jerry de- cided quickly. He shouted cheerily at the small boat, leaned over the rail to see it pass, lost his balance and fell into the water. At the shout of horror from his fellow-passengers, the motor-boat quickly turned and soon Jerry was picked up; but he was dazed and they feared some inter- nal injury. So he was hurried off to town at fifty miles an hour, reaching the dock seventeen minutes ahead of the Elmeric, —alert and smiling, having recovered with extreme rapidity. News of the accident quickly spread, even to the barber-shop; from the descrip- tion of the man fallen overboard, Mr. Ful- lerton was pained to recognize his young friend. But at least he had not been drowned! Mr. Fullerton was soon in the best of spirits, joking with the barber, and seemingly very well pleased with himself. So absent-minded was he that the wallet had apparently gone completely from his thoughts. It was only when they were a few boat- lengths from the quay and all was bustle aboard, that he suddenly attracted the at- tention of all by great clamor and outcry. “My money! I have been robbed ! —They pointed out that the young man was prob- ably then drying out in the offices ; but the old fellow was now as suspicious as be- Rev. JOHN COFFEE, S.J. 1857-1916 fore he had been credulous, and shouted out that it had all been planned, and that Jerry was a thief. And he was right! No Jerry was at the wharf, nor could any trace of him be found. Не had smilingly refused all as- sistance, leaped into a taxi, and must have stepped out when the car slowed down at а busy corner; his wrinkled clothes had been hidden under the rain-coat somebody had thrust into his hands at the dock.— Mr. Fullerton was inconsolable; he gave the reporters minute details of the rob-

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 15 old fool!’—Ha, Ha! By the way, there's a coincidence. That pick-pocket seemed to have the same opinion as you of one who would let himself be robbed. Jerry joined in the old man's hearty laughter, while his fingers itched to grasp the extraordinarily fat wallet which had already been carefully replaced in the inner pocket of Mr. Fullerton's coat.— “Well, I admit that's one on me, Mr. Ful- lerton. But I suppose there is some mo- ment when even the most cautious man is So busy about one thing that he doesn't notice what goes on. But I don't need to worry; it'll be a long day before I have а pocket worth the picking! А school- teacher's salary isn't worth it!” At this instant a whirring sound fell on Jerry’s ear, and he noticed the passengers straining their eyes heaven- wards. Soon they could see a mon- ster bi-plane sail- ing towards them. Mr. Ful- lerton was all ex- citement; it was the first aero- plane he had ever ‘seen, he alleged. So there he stood, —his weak eyes peering fixedly through the thick glasses he wore. He asked Jerry many questions on the working of the machine, and in his excite- ment jumped up onto a chair the better to follow its flight. What luck! While he gazed, the wallet tum- bled out of his pocket and fell noiselessly at Jerry’s feet, nor did the old fellow perceive his loss. While Jerry stooped to pick it up, his keen mind saw the futility of pocketing it, for on the boat he was as safe as if he were in jail. When he re- turned it, Mr. Fullerton was full of grati- tude.— TI can never thank you enough. It would take a long time to explain it; but I happen to have in that wallet $15,000 in hundred-dollar bills. Its loss would be ir- reparable.—But look at that bi-plane!” . Huge streamers were being sent off through the air, on which were the words, Fry Fowler's Fritters and Feel Fine. ; “Did you say Potts ? Тһе old man was delighted, as one by one he deciphered the advertisements; but when he saw one, “Races at 2.30 to-day , he was disgusted, and quite agreed with Jerry's remark, “These race-tracks should be forbidden, even if it needed a twentieth amendment to our Constitution. — TI like that in you, young man; there are not enough of your stamp growing up to-day. After the stir caused by the passing of the aeroplane had died down they became uncomfortably aware of the intense heat of the afternoon sun, and decided to seek a sheltered spot, taking a cool lemonade on the way. They found a secluded and shady place at the rear of the boat at the water's OLD LOYOLA, 1907 edge, which fortunately was deserted. They had not chatted there ten minutes when old Mr. Fullerton began to doze. He apologetically explained that he had been unwell. the preceding night. Soon һе seemed sound asleep, the coat fell open; and, under Jerry's greedy eyes, gently rose and fell the wallet in unison with the stertorous breathing of the owner. Once again he would have made it his own, had not two young boys run noisily past them, one of them treading on Mr. Fullerton's toes. He awoke very suddenly and was al-

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 1? bery and of all his past career,—only to them he said his name was Oliver Lynd. And within half an hour extras were is- sued with the glaring head-lines: — “Amazing Coup! A Fall Into $15,000! Theft Aboard Elmeric! Reward $2,000.” Below was told how “Oliver Lynd, of the D’Aubigny Stock Co., (which opens at the Majestic to-night for a three weeks run) was robbed of $15,000 while coming from Dundas to Trenton by a fellow who gave the name of Brown, though it is practically certain this is not his name. Further- more, Mr. Lynd is confined to his room, suffering from a nervous shock, and his doctors consider it altogether unlikely that he will be able to appear on the first night; but his clever under-study is fully capable of giving a finished personifica- tion ot ‘Traddles.’ After a good supper that night, Jerry sent a young brother out to buy a paper. No-one had been at home when he arrived; and he had changed his clothes, and care- fully hidden the wallet in a hole he had prepared with great skill in the wall, be- hind a cheap print of Man-o’-War.—So R. Ryan С. d'Ivry Е. Amos W. Dowling now he sits and builds his castles in the air. He will buy two horses of the Wel- lington stables, and set up as an owner of race-horses. Не will... Just then his brother came back with the paper and its heavy-typed news. When he had read the paper, and saw related of a Mr. Lynd, young and alert, what he knew was true only of an aged and clumsy Mr. Fullerton, he began to fear. Going to his room, he drew the blinds, lit the gas and then in mingled hope and fear opened the wallet. Then he knew why he had never felt quite at his ease with the glib-speaking old fel- low; why he had been always rather sus- picious as to the extent of “Fullerton’s” gullibility. Then—as he held the bills in his hands—he could easily imagine Lynd sitting in his room at the hotel, hugging himself in delight at his easily-won notor- iety, his inexpensive advertising scheme. For the hundred-dollar bills in Jerry’s hands were stage-money.—Then he turned out the light and crept back to his hard bed. Oh, what had he done to fickle Dame Fortune? ; FRANS VILLELA, 724. Maurice Versailles Tom Toddings Roddie Lemieux Adair Price Cecil Carpenter OLD LOYOLA SNOW-SHOEING ON MOUNT ROYAL, WITH FATHER QUIRK Spring Spring! the sweet time of joy and bliss,— Flowers spring up the dew to kiss. Warm winds blow and grass sprouts green,— Buttercups glisten with silver sheen. The crow is Herald, the robin the Pet,— Nests have lodgers that long were to let; The sun grows warm, the winds are soft,— And doves are cooing up in the loft. т Sir Robin soon for worms will seek Where violets from the green grass peek; All the world will laugh and shout And lambkins leap in joyous rout. School boys tire, are drowsy and dull,— Trickling streams to sleep would lull; Themes are a burden, oft.go undone For а 9 and baseball give much more un. Oh, why to class should we mortals plod While around us frolic the friends of God. So, stay in your class-room, heartless churl! Ill to the meadows where brooklets purl. PAUL CASEY, 724,