Mechanic Arts High School - Artisan Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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18 THE ARTISAN burned with hate. The men advanced tllld the scientist and the girl retreated in terror of the fate that seen1e.d to be near at hand. ' Ted suddenly pieked up a chair and hurled it at the leader. The man was swept off his feet, and as his colleagues attempted to grasp him, they stumbled against the dynamo. There fol- lowed instantly a great, blue flame, and John Lane rushed to switch off the power. But he was too late to save the intruders. Doom, swift and sudden, had overtaken them, and their trail of vengeance was at an end! John Lane turned away trembling and drew his hand over his forehead. This house need never again vanish, Trooper, he said weakly. Our fears are ended, and I thank you from my heart for freeing my Helen from the terrors which have haunted her for so long W And I'm sorry I didn't wake up a bit earlier, came the weak voice of Blinky Jones. There's nothing left for me to do but to let myself be taken back to prison. Trooper, I'1l go quietly Z Righto, Blinkyf' smiled Ted. l'll take you, but I d0n't suppose. you'll be bark for long. I'l1 do my best to put in a good word for you. and when you come out, come to me and I'11 see if T can't help you make a fresh start l There's no need for that,', said John Lane. HI need a reliable man, and you can have the job, Jones, just as Soon as you have finished your-er-present term of service with the 2QOVt'l'lllll0llf l . - . . . . . . . When Iilinky Jones left prison a, few months late1', he was not at all surprised to lind that Helen Campbell and Sergeant Ted Nvt'Hl'0ll had become real close friends! THE END Applicant: Pm here to see about the job you advertised. Boss: I see. Do you think you can do the work ? Applicant: Work? 1 thought you wanted a foreman.

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THE ARTISAN 17 happily, her father was killed by the fanatics, and since then 1 have counted it my proud duty to care for l1er. It has not been an easy task, for since that time both she and L l1ave been men- aced by tl1e vengeance of the band. There are five of them left, and they have pulsued us mercilessly through the years, de- clared Lane. Sometimes we have managed to avoid them for long periodsg but sooner or later they get onto our trail, and we have been compelled to find a new hiding place. We have been' nearly twice around the world in our attempts to elude tl1e1n. And then at last I invented this house, and now I believe we are safe? But how ? demanded Ted. Surely at any time these men might strike? No, Their strange beliefs compel them to strike at an enemy only between midnight and dawn, was the answer. At no other time may they act, and that is why this house vanishes at midnight and reappears only with tl1e dawn. During the time it is underground tl1e necessary air is provided by a special device- Uncle! cried Helen, in a sudden alarm as she looked at the electric clock on the shelf. It is after midnight! John Lane paled and leaped across the room to where a powerful dynamo stood. He pressed the switch, and the dynamo hummed and sputtered into instant life. Then, moving to 21 short, steel lever, he tugged on it. Nothing happened. The sci- entist tried it again and again, until tl1e perspiration streamed down his lined face, and still nothing happened. Great heavens ! he gasped. 'tlt has jammed! The house YV0l1,t descend! C R A S H ! ! ! His words were mocked by a terrific explosion which de- molished part of the door and walls. Helen drew back against a wall of the room with a cry of terror, and Lane clutched at his throat. Ted remained motionless, tense as a watching lion. There came a soft padding of footsteps, the door of the room burst open, and five brown-skinned Hindus entered. The pres- e11ce of Ted in the room came as a surprise to them, but only for a moment. A man who was evidently the leader stepped in front of his companions and held aloft a repulsive, curved ma- cbete. The leader eyed John Lane and Helen with eyes that It

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THE ARTISAN 19 DEPARTMENTS SEQWWWWWWWWWW ENGLISH DEPARTMENT A boy who is eager to improve his English may well begin with a daily drill in sentence building. He should welcome every opportunity to write, to give talks, to take part in recita- tions, and to have a share in conversations with care.ful speakers. He will try to choose his words so skillfully that what he says will he accurate and convincing. He can attord to give as much attention to the preparation of a three-minute talk to his class- mates as the President of the United States would give to a radio talk to millions. By reading his compositions aloud and by revising them tirelessly he will go far toward making them say exactly what he wishes them to say. He will not hesitate to rewrite a letter two or three times if the rewriting will make the letter clearer or more forcible. A high school boy should consider no day complete without a few minutes in the company of an excellent book. Every stu- dent worthy of the name is willing to use the dictionary, en- cyclopedia, and other works of reference in order to understand an author wl1o has said something worth while. Every all-round hoy craves also less difficult reading, which gives him pleasure and at the same time satisfaction. One of the aims of the English teacher is to assist boys in discovering and judging books so that they may always have at hand an abundance of enjoyable reading. After all, as the years roll along, nothing will ever take the place of a real book-one in which a competent author gives his best. We all need some recreation every day, and a companion of this sort is invaluable in refreshing a hard- working man and in filling hours of leisure. CHAnLns L. TIANSON.