Mechanic Arts High School - M Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Al fr :IUN1-271926 gr g W f Wg f f W ll What Goes Up Comes Down By RUTH M. HALSTEAD CBased on a newspaper incidentj HEMI C a little bit louderj Aheml Finally Mr. Blatton gave up in despair and said quite loudly, HMy 'NM' dear! After attracting his wife's attention Mr. Blatton threw out his chest and announced, This is the third day of the strike. It's time those working men were toeing the mark. 'Surely you don't think the strikers will hold out much longer, do you? inquired his wife. Why, what would you do if they did? Mr. Blatton slowly considered the last question and then answered, A'Well, I know this much. The owners of the woolen mills are entirely too lenient. Now if I were at the head of such a large number of men, I doubt if such a thing would have occur- red. Oh, there's no danger of violence, I hope? cried Mrs. Blatton. That would be horrible. Well, you never can tell. Just this morning a bomb was found under some fur- niture on the front porch of one of the head men. It looks pretty bad to mef' His poor wife was quite frightened by this time, HI didn't realize conditions were so bad. And you're one of the employers, tool Oh, what should I do if such a thing hap- pened to us? There, there now, don't worry, con- soled Mr. Blatton, I'm here to protect you, you know. Why, no one would dare to harm me. Just then the clock struck nine and their seventeen-year-old son burst in on the scene. Tall and slim was Tom with the appear- ance of a young Valentino. His Stay-comb hair looked as though it had just received a permanent patent leather shine and the burn- sides coming down a little on each cheek were quite the latest thing. His sport shirt was open at the front and his Oxford Bags all but covered the tips of his nude colored shoes. Say, ma, he cried, the police are patroling the street in front of our house, didja know that? Boy, I'm hungry! Got anything to eat? The Hrst fact so overwhelmed the second that it failed to penetrate the calm mind of his father and the excited one of Uma. Again the question was repeated. A'Go find something in the kitchen, Mrs. Blatton absently answered. Not waiting for further words Tom bolt- ed for that room. He opened the bread box and stirred around its contents. There was nothing there to his liking. Just then a can of beans came into view. Oh, just what I want. Wonder if I better take 'em? Guess I found them in the kitchen, so I will, reasoned the boy. Satisfied with this piece of brain work he placed the can of beans in the oven and lit the Hre. Then picking up the Daily Gazette the lad perched on the edge of the table and began reading the paper's account of the strike. Some ten minutes later a loud explosion shook the house. A deathlike silence fol- lowed. A scream! Then all was in confu- sion. ' In the living room Mr. Blatton jumped up and gasped, What was that? You don't suppose it was a bomb, be- gan Mrs. Blatton. OhI It was a bomb. I know it was, and with that he made a dive for the daven- port. Sad to say, Mr. Blatton was fat and the davenport low, and total disappearance was a difficult accomplishment. Mr. Blat- ton, however, did his best. On the other hand Mrs. Blatton was sud- denly calm and quit the room for the back regions of the house. Meanwhile a policeman who had heard the explosion as he was passing by came rushing in through the living room. His eyes met Mr. Blatton's legs waving in the air from under the davenport, a strange enough spec- tacle to upset even a Teuton. What's the matter, man? What's the matter? he cried pulling the brave hus- band out. All Mr. Blatton could moan was

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H H 10 H E M W JUNE, 1926 Ooh, lookit, Barnum 'n Bailey's here. Lookit the bull Hghters! Hey mister, are you Spanish? What does carramba mean? Children, tens, hundreds, it seemed, came running. One of the little imps forced a red scarf into my hand. An idea! Lorenzo let go the rope tied to the bull's nose and I ran ahead. Planting myself in the middle of the road, fifteen feet ahead of the bull, I waved the scarlet challenge and in dulcet, cooing tones invited the bull to share a sultry eternity with Satan. The animal blinked, bellowed, came after the red scarf like an express train. I drop- ped the scarf and made for the nearest tree. The bull pawed the scarf in the dust, look- ed at us with a bored air, and stood still. Again I resumed my tail-twisting. In fif- teen minutes we had a laughing, jeering, hooting procession behind us. We passed a convent. Three nuns were coming out. Lorenzo immediately stopped proceedings. The nuns stopped, too. After answering satisfactorily their queries as to our bull-fighting proclivities, Lorenzo announced he was going to build a fire under the creature, The nuns laughed and moved on. I twisted the tail viciously, and Satan, as we had by this time so christened him, moved on also. As we were about to give up the ship and retire in disgust-also in partial dis-array- a neighbor hove in sight with a couple of horses and a wagon. Bravo! the picadorl A hurried consultation took place and the bull was tied on behind the wagon. The horses startedg the bull, with feet firmly planted was dragged behind, making deep, little furrows in the ground with his sharp hoofs. A half mile of this and the horses were tired. The sky had darkened and it had be- gun to rain. We angrily untied the animal- quite ungrateful for the tow-vitriolically surveyed him, then despairingly we tied him to a fence-post, three-quarters of a mile from home, feeling that if anyone could make the infernal mass of beef move he had earned three hundred dollars worth of concentrated obstinacy and pedigreed stubbornness. We also wondered why and especially how Noah succeeded in getting a bull into the ark. Sadly we returned home for supper. We were greeted by excited cries of What hap- pened? Did he run away? and the like. We preserved a stony, painful silence. Gloomily we ate: we donned raincoats, and with malevolent faces and Machievel- lian thoughts returned to our task. We untied him. I-Ie ran as though Satan himself were in pursuit. Up the road we sprinted, afraid that he might become dis- couraged or take a dislike to the pattern of the wagon ruts and stop. We arrived home more angry than ever. The bull stood in the front yard chewing grass complacently. A subtle guiding hand was placed on his lead strap. He walked airily to the barn and submitted to being tied. It was a tame end to a bull fight. A CONTENTMENT By WILLIAM BEISANG When the morning sun is breaking Where the eagle's nest is bare, And a weary world is waking To another day of care, When the robins sing in treetops, And the swallows start to soar, Let me linger in the orchard And I'll ask for nothing more. Let me linger in the orchard And contented there I'll lie, While the sun, the Prince of morning, Slowly rises in the sky. Let me step into the dreamland Where I've roamed in days of yore, Give me day dreams in the orchard And I'll ask for nothing more. When the evening sun is glowing In the far off Western skies, And I know the day is going As the moon begins to rise, When the crickets in the twilight Start in chanting by the score, Let me linger in the orchard And I'll ask for nothing more.

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16 'If ' gggg ggggg W gg gg gg M g gg JIJNELIQZ6 Bombs, bombs, as he pointed in the direc- tion of the kitchen. Where? asked the now frightened policeman, Bombs, bombs, came the reply. Rallying a little, the policeman suggested they investigate and dragging the reluctant Mr, Blatton along he went .toward the kitchen, Gpening the door of that room he fell abruptly back against the trembling hubby. There stood Tom in the middle of the room, no longer a sleek young sheik but covered from head to toe with beans-hot beans! Mrs. Blatton gave the two men a with- ering look. A bomb explosion, indeedl You mean a bean eruption! and went on with what seemed an endless task-excavating her son. fi AT NIGHT By IRVING EAHEY I love to lie at night 'neath trees Whose branches sway in every breeze, To glimpse the starry heaven wide, O'er whose vast space the planets glideg To hear the song of nightingale Breathe forth the strains of lover's tale, In melodies so pure and sweet That hymns of heaven seem to beat Against each blade, each bough, and leaf And bring to me a calm relief. Afar I hear the cricket's cry, I hear the owlet's hoot on high, Each flings a challenge to the sky For birds or beasts that walk or fly. I catch an answer to their taunt In howls of wolves that ever haunt The gloomy shelter of the wood, In common steadfast brotherhood. Back in the lily-fested pool I hear the bull frogs teaching school, Where croaking all the live long night They try to best their neighbor's might. I see the stars atwinkling high, Set in the dark blue of the sky. I heed the call of tired eyes, And the weird night's uncanny cries. I bow my head in slumber deep, To wait the bright sun's morning peep. Amor Vincit Omnia A MORALITY PLAY By EDITH RESNIKOFF DRAM ATIS PERSONAE Temptation You and I Wisdom Love Time-Since the world began. Place-A hill overlooking a battlefield in Allover. ACT I. QTemptation and You Y5 I are seen stand- ing on a hill.j Temptation: You know it has availed you nothing. To turn back now would be to show cowardice, You 25 I CI-Iesitatingb : I fear failure. Temptation Qlsaughingj : Do I look like a failure? You can not expect wealth if you fear to take this one little step. You 'E5 I: It is not a little step to fight against Wisdom and his army that has been built through the ages. Temptation fSlowlyj: Remember this, my friend, Temptation is stronger than Wisdom. My followers far out number his, and I have lost very few battles where Wis- dom was my adversary. This will be the final battle, and, You '25 I, with your aid, nothing can prevent our victory. After that there will be riches, glory, pleasures, and a world that is ours to command. You 'E5 I: Long have I sought these things, but I am suddenly weak. Temptation: 'Tis natural before a great undertaking. I shall return for you later. I go now to instruct my army. QEXit Temptation. You S5 I remains standing and gazes vaguely at the ground. Enter Wis- dom.D Wisdom: Ah, You 25 I, I have been looking for you, but you seem to avoid me. You 'E5 I fMurmuringj z I-did not know. Wisdom: You 25 I, I have come to ask your aid in destroying a great enemy of Mankind. You E5 I: Who is this enemy? Wisdom: The enemy is Temptation, the one who destroyed Eden and now attempts to annihilate a world. You must help me to rid the earth of this monster and to make it the paradise it was meant to be. CYou E5 I