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The Drifter by Tom Cullen A cloud of coal smoke was slowly settling and 3 few small fires glowed in the thickening dusk as several men slid down the bank from the railroad track. After reaching the bottom of the embankment, they dispersed and walked toward the fires a short distance away. Two of the men stopped near a sandy spot where a bc-whiskered person in rather worn work clothes was warming a large can of some savory food. Good old Mulligan, one of them cried as an expression of delight spread over his features. The man tending the fire looked up, “Howdy, boys, make yourselves at home. I’ve got enough here for three of us, he explained as he glanced appraisingly at the couple. “Thanks, buddy, that’s right sociable of you, replied one of the men. It’s nothin’ at all, mused the man as he stirred up the fire with a slick. “This is my last night on the road so I got no cause to be stingy.” Coin’ into town and get a job? queried the larger and older of the two as he crossed his legs and brushed some of the dust from his ragged clothing. The host nodded his head. “Yep, I intend to. In fact I figure on gettin' rich and settlin’ down if I can make enough Scmolians on the job I aim to get. The younger of the two looked interested at this statement, but after considering it for a moment protested. “That's okay, but if a fella can’t find a job he don't ever gel anywhere. The Mulligan stew was steaming by this time and each produced a spoon from some inside pocket with which to cat. As he moved the can away from the fire, the bewhiskered man muttered rather vaguely, It ain't lack of jobs that’s kept me on the rods for ten years.” The younger of the two visitors seemed a little perplexed, but the older one nodded his head in apparent understanding as he blew on his spoonful of Mulligan to cool it. Noticing that his younger guest was looking intently at him, the man questioned, “Where you from, boy? “Me? replied the young man quickly. “I'm from down around Fort Worth. I just came up to Kansas this summer durin’ harvest season, but I’m finding this a lot of fun riding the freights.” The host interrupted. Take my advice, boy. Get a steady job and get settled. That’s the real life. The older visitor nodded his head in acquiescence and smiled rather hopelessly. In the distance a long drawn out blast from a freight train whistle disturbed the stillness of the night. The men around the various fires noticed the sound and quickened their movements. The acting host spoke to his two companions. You know, I been thinking lately, and I figure that a fella can’t be a bum all his life. When there’s hard times, jobs and grub arc goin' to be pretty scarce. For myself, I aim to get a little ahead. The hissing of the engine as it pulled to a stop at the huge water barrel up the track almost drowned out his words. The two men who had been eating with him prepared to leave. The firelight playing on their faces revealed anticipation and concern. “Well, good luck to you, friend, said the older of the two. Hope you get what you’re after, but we figure on headin' south now that there’s a nip in the air.” The train on the tracks above began to move slowly ahead with loud chugging sounds. It was long and seemed to have a heavy load. The two men waved their hands at the man standing near his fire and then joined the others of their kind clambering up the bank toward the moving train. Getting slowly to his feet the man at the fire seemed to move uncertainly. The freight whistle blew long and short blasts that pierced the surroundings and echoed wicrdly through the night. He shivered. There sure is a nip in the air, and I'll just bet there's (continued on page 35) Betsy Trotwood Versus Automobiles (In Addisonian Style) by Patkicia Goofhey In discussing the many eccentricities of Betsy Trotwood, one of the most obvious to me is her opinions regarding automobiles. She is firmly convinced that the operator of a car is in league with the Devil and the knowledge that the majority of families own cars does not in the least lessen her convictions. Her violent dislike of cars in all probability originated many years ago when the first automobile dared to obstruct Miss Trot wood's view of the ocean from her living-room window by parking on the street in front of her house. Ever after, she has waged a never-ending war upon them. The grounds for her objections arc understandable in a way, however, because the view of the nervous, crinkly ocean and, in contrast, the calm and sentinel-like lighthouse framed by clouds which seem to be bits of high-flung sea foam is, without doubt, inspiring. It is well known, too, that Miss Trotwood will go to any lengths to preserve that scene intact. Any hour of the day or night may find her or one of her servants flying out to the street to ward off trespassing drivers. She never leaves home with- out giving the servants firm warnings to dislodge any car that parks on the forbidden soil. While she is gone, she is continually worrying about the servants’ faithful observance of her wishes. On several occasions, much to the amusement of the townsfolk, she has been known to use outlandish ways of expelling the intruders. Once when an especially persistent young man refused to observe her ultimatum, she let the air out of his tires with all the glee of a youngster on Hallowe'en. It is questionable whether her doing so hurried his departure, but she was satisfied. Another time, she and her maid armed themselves with ominous looking shotguns and stood guard around a car, refusing to allow the driver to get out. Needless to say, the driver was only too glad to move on. It is much to Miss Trotwood’s distress that she will be unable to cope indefinitely with the automobile plague. In her own words, “If I thought it would do a bit of good. I'd will every cent of my money to a watchman to keep those contraptions away from my house, but I know no one would be as careful as I am. Humph! They'll probably build a parking lot across the road after I'm dead. 191
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Mirror Publications •. ♦ deflect School Gommunit , Jllje Mw X, 1942, brought to .in end another year ol exciting and successful work for the Mirror Staff. There was a total of fourteen issues; twelve published with the usual four pages, ami two with six pages. Several new features were added to the pa| cr this year. They were: We Hear That, a front page editorial column by Dorothy Brown, and Meet the Editors. a feature page column by Kathleen Kclcny. Another very interesting column added was “Letters to the Editor, in which students wrote their comments on subjects of school interest. An attempt for more complete coverage of all school news was made and students were assigned steady beats” with the various organizations and activities connected with Central. In cooperation with the State Civilian Defense Council, the Mirror released articles ol interest to students during war time. The Scholastic Koto Section. com|x sed of pictures of the happenings in other schools in the nation, was distributed free with every other issue of the Mirror. This year the lunior High Stalf was directly connected with the Senior High Stall instead of being a separate unit completely. The last two issues of the paper experimented with a different layout than the traditional Mirror arrangement. The first twelve issues were edited by the regular stalf, but the last two were undertaken by the Journalism classes. We exchanged | apcrs with seventy-five other schools in Wisconsin along with many from other states, as far as California and Colorado. A change in the staff was made during the first and second semesters. Dorothy Brown, who was the editor during the first semester, took over the work of the Mirror Magazine, lean Cich, head typist, was then appointed editor-in-chief, and Estelle Cr.iry became head typist. The editorial staff consisted of: Editor-in-chief, lean Cich; news editor, Don Syvrud; feature editor, Janice Short; sports editor, Don Schaefer; junior high editor, Audrey Pctzkc; copy editor. Mary Jayne Frankc; exchange editor, Torn Conway. Columnists were: Janice Short, Helen Schmclzkopf, Audrey Pctzkc, Tom Marsh, Dorothy Brown, and Kathleen Kclcny. Sports writers were: Betty Sweet, John Klcinfclter, Ken I lickman. and James Knox. Bill Po|jc contributed a series of excellent cartoons, and Selma Dewey anti loan Porter wrote poems included as regular features on the feature page. Reporters were: Don Syvrud, Elaine Adams. Sylvia Born stein, Betty Sweet. Tom Marsh, Helen Schmclzkopf, Frances Miller, Mary Ann Dosvdle, Kathleen Accardo, Audrey Pctzkc, Mary Jeanne Gannon, lac.pielyn Hanson, and Alice Eicrmann. The typing staff was composed of Gloria Burincistcr, Elaine Feeney, James Snyder, Edna Piquette and Mildred Martinas. Mr. Eugene M. Schmidt rerved us adviser of the editorial staff. Those on the business staff were: Manager. Mary Vauglm; advertising staff, Mary Ellen Stone, Eileen Eggenberger. Catherine Cefalu, Lucille Koch, and Joan Kcsscimh; circulation, Ivan Barringer, Duane Emerson, and Dean Syvrud; adviser. Miss Ann Junginger. Two new features arc included in the Mirror Magazine this year. Two pages oi snapshots have (seen added, and a different type of {continual on page i( ) Mirror puhliatliont staff members wor{ loyally to preparr pnblkatioiu for the undent body. Complex naff include! reporter t, editors, lartoonnts, eolurnmitt, exchange and publicity uisrif tts. circulation manager!, adi reining solanon, and typittt. Variety of uorl(, pretsutr of iinir and reiponribihty keep ttaff memf eri brenly intererted in their jobs during the year. I I 10 |
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