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

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T II E M LOYALTY By ERVIN SCHULZ, '29 Bob Atherton had a feeling that he was not in for a pleasant interview as he entered Mr. Wheeler's oiice. Bob was editor-in-chief of the Western Eagle, the student newspaper of West High School, and was one of the two leading candidates for president of the Student Council-the other was Jack Benton, the business manager of the Eagle Where were you last evening, Bob? the principal asked. Why-why I worked on the 'Eagle' until almost eight o'clock. Didn't you go home for dinner? Yes, but I came back. Was there anyone else in the 'Eagle' room with you? Why, yes, Miss Kelland was here in the afternoon, and in the evening Jane was helping me. It might be explained here that Jane Wilson was one of the most popular girls in the school, a member of the Student Council and of the Eagle staff --and one of Bob's most ardent backers in the council presidency campaign. Was Miss Kelland here until you left in the afternoon? No, sir, she left at about four o'clock and I stayed about an hour and a half longer. Did you go right home? Why, yes. 'AAre you sure? Well, I stopped at the Sheldon Printing Co. What did you do there? Why-a--I paid for the posters we're using in the campaign. How much were they? Bob was quite bewildered. I-Ie hardly knew whether to answer or not. I-Iowever he did so. 'AThree dollars. Three dollars, Why didn't you tell me right away that you stopped there instead of saying that you went right home? 'AWhy-I didn't think that you would want to know that-and+and I had almost forgotten it myself, But you went right home then?I' Yes. What did you do between the time you left school until you returned besides stopping at Sheldon's? Tell me in detail. 'AMr. Wheeler, would you please tell me why you are asking me all these questions? '4Don't you know? I'll tell you shortly. I'll answer that and any other questions you may want to ask, but first you must answer mine. Now tell me everything that happened. Well, I went home and while I was there some of the kids called up and wanted Jane and me to come-to join a-a little theater party, Jane and I were going anyway, so I told them to call for us at a quarter' to eight. Well, I stopped at Jane's and then we came up to school together. Was the door of the 'Eagle' room locked? 'AYes, sir. ' 'AI-Iad you locked it when you left? Yes, I'm pretty sure I did. And you locked it when you left in the evening? I think so. 4 4 Page S ix

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THE M MA DILLAR-A DOLLAR' By DOROTHY WHITBECK, '29 HSPRING STYLES FOR MEN -that reminded Denny that he must get a suit for the J. S.-and also, that he hadn't asked a girl, That light suit was pretty classy, but it ought to be something a little more formal, and anyway, Denny thought he never looked quite the same in a suit as did the handsome window beau. Hats, too--but what prices for feeble pocketbooksl Distraction came in the form of Drusilla Landis, whom no one had ever nick-named Si1ly. She was a small energetic brunette, and the boys at school all seemed to be willing to admit they weren't gentlemen, for she was notice- ably preferred Why was it Denny's heart took a flip-flop every time he saw her? It made his teeth chatter, so that he could never say anything clever or funny as his boy friends did, Miserably he realized that she had seen him, and he was caught off guard, with nothing to talk about but the weather. Beautiful-er-lovely day, isn't it? This with a hopeful look which asked her to change the subject, but it was his unlucky day. Yes, it is lovely, but rather warm to be standing out in the sun, or run- ning around without rest. Denny smiled, wordlessly apologizing for the awful sun, and then a bright, original thought popped into his head. Won't you join me in re-refreshments at Owens? This came out before he meant it to, and he was rather surprised at his audacity. Drusilla, however, was very sweet, and accepted, thinking how blue his eyes were when he blushed that way. It sent little chills down her back. They went to an upstairs booth, and seated themselves. Denny, looking at Drusilla, decided that she had the loveliest face he'd ever seen: such pretty black eyes, and such nice white teeth. Drusilla noted with delight his little mannerisms, and the way his hair curled around his temples-it looked so cute, or something. if Halfway through, Denny wondered, ought he to purchase candy? Did he have enough money? He dug into one pocket, and then with a very blank expression, began a painstaking exploration of all his pockets. To his dismay, they yielded but one thin dime! What to do? lf he knew Drusilla better, he might explain, but somehow he just couldn't. He thought of shouting PoliceI of stabbing himself with his knife, and sundry devices for making a getaway, but in such an emergency they seemed silly. He was neglecting his ice cream, and Drusilla, noting this and his pained expression, glanced covertly into the booth mirror. The sight of a large palm, in which rested a very tiny looking dime, explained the situation to her. But what could she do? If she offered Denny money, he would feel hurt or might refuse, and there was no way out gracefully. She turned to her ice cream with a remark which tried to be bright, but which fell flat. Together they gulped in strained silence. In a last desperate glance around fto discover a hole in which to hidej Denny espied-could it be? A dollar billl Miracle age, we welcome thee! Denny was potentially honest, but you know how it is in a case like that. Securing the bill, he felt so full of high spirits, he came to the conclusion that Drusilla was the girl for him, and he would honor her by asking her to the J. S. with him! She accepted, and they left the shop like old friends. That evening Drusilla's sister called her: Drussy, be a nice girl and lend me four bits for the show-all the girls are going. Sorry, old dear, smiled Drusilla, but I spent my last buck today. But, she reflected, it was worth a Bid from Dennis Hewitt. Page Five

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THE MU You're the only one who has a key to the AEagle' room besides Miss Kelland, aren't you I'm supposed to be. You were in the room when Jack and Miss Kelland counted the money, weren't you? Yes, sir. Do you know how much there was? Eh-no, sir. I was busy making up the page and didn't notice. Was anyone in the room besides you three at that time or after that? UNO, sir. No one was in the room and only Jane was in after that. The principal stopped and thought a minute. A'Bob, you've always been honest and truthful, and we've trusted you with large sums of money when you were a manager and I can't believe you're guilty. but your own testimony and some other evidence which I have been given, points very strongly toward it. Perhaps you can explain why nine dollars, the entire paper money, is missing this morning? A'Missing? Money missing- Bob turned pale. He saw his council presidency hopes shattered and foresaw himself branded as a thief. By questioning other members of the previous evening's party, the prin- cipal learned that Bob had broken a five dollar bill and had been very free with his money. At the end of the third period Bob asked if he might go to his locker. Mr. Wheeler gave permission to do so but told him that he should come back. Jane kept some of her books in Bob's locker as it was near her fourth period class. Each day at the end of third period she came to his 'locker at the be- ginning of fourth. Jane was later than usual this day and Bob thought that she wasn't coming. Finally she came down the hallgtalking and laughing with-Jack Benton. Aren't you kind of late? Bob asked her when she came to the locker. Well, I won't bother you any more, she told him curtly, I'll keep my books myself, and I don't think I can go to the dance with you tomorrow night. Bob jerked the locker open, but didn't even look inside of it. Jane reached for her books, but stopped short. Say, what's this? she asked, holding up a key. Bob and Jack jumped forward. It looks like the 'Eagle' room key, Bob said, 'ibut it can't beg I have mine. He looked into his key purse. Yes, the Eagle room key was there. 'Compare them. They look pretty much alike, Jack told Bob. Bob held them together. Yes, they were identical, A'Well, that seems mighty funny-aespecially after last night's occurrence, Jack informed him. Bob didn't have to be told that possessing a duplicate key was not going to help him any. 'Butfbut it isn't mine, he began. Aw, tell that to your grandmother, Jane called back to him as she strolled down the hall, her arm linked in Jack's, So Jane was against him, too. Bob hadn't thought that she would turn against him at a time like this. Well, he was about done for at West. Jack would become president of the Council. and Bob was sure that he would be asked to resign from the Council and from the A'Eagle staff. Everybody would be against him. Just as these thoughts were rushing through his mind Al I-Iern, his campaign manager, came up. A'Say, Bob, what's all this about your stealing the 'Eagle' money? Have you heard about it, too? Why, it's all over the school. 8,1 Page Seven