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

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l THE Sothe, Caryl ,,,,.,...... Waldner, Joseph L Cramb, Agnes ,,,,,,,,. - Englund, Linnea ,,.,,,, L Abramovich, Edith Hoffman. Beverly ..,,,,, L Kienitz, Louise LLL LLLLL Jahn, Julius ,,.....,,,. L Swesey, Euphemia ..AW. LL Schwitzgebel, Irene Rahm, Carol L .e,,,.....- Statland, Abe u,,,,,,.,. Schwartz. Lorraine Hooseman, Harriet Anderson. Evelyn .,,,,,,, Ambler, Priscilla L ,,,, L Kahout, Irene LLL LLL- Hill, Adelaide ,,..., LL Buelke, Darwin ,,nAn.. LLL Morris, Georgia ,,....... L Janes, Robert ,,,d, L ,,,u,, Young, Camilla LL Weber, Rose ..,,,,..,,., Goldish, EstherLL Manning. Irene LLL Amon, Margaret L Hogue, Angeline LL .E,,,, . Hamm, Edward L, ..,,Ya Galuska, Anna LLL Page Four Honor Roll Mechanic Arts High School Class of 1931 Londer, Edythe LL Cottingham, Harry Wentink, Albert L Hille, Katherine LL Ravey, Marjorie LL Nielson, John LLLL Steinbeck, Martha L Guderian, Mary LL Wagner, Marguerite Rector, Julia ,,,, Berg, Phyllis LLLL Kaul. Dorothy Manke, Karl .,,, Risbrudt, Henry LL LaFleur, Eleanor L Gustafson. Evelyn Peterson, Robert LL Weswig, Paul ,,,, Foreman, Dudley L Woolery, Beth LL McCarthy, Bernice May, Catherine LL Manteuffel, Eleanor Levinson, Ann LL Vick, Helen LL,,, Dixon, Eileen ,,,, Michaelson, Betty L Millunchick, Sam L Heagle, Alberta L Pavlicek, Lillian LLL L Todora, Angelo LLLL Baeker, Elmer LLLLLL Johnson, Lucille LLLL May, John LLLLLLLL French, Lorraine LLLL Johnson, Mabel LLLL Young, Harriet LLLL Bergstrom, Ruth LLL Paul, Harriet LLLLL Papermaster, Goldie L Jurgensen, George L Anderson, Eleanor LL Rabinovitz, Celia L Scully, James LLLLL Johnston, Caryl LLL Zinschlag, Bernice LL Copeland, Florence L Drum, Edward LLLL Pearlman, Leon LLL St, Sauveur, Townley O,Laughlin, Thomas Kolsrud, Pearl LLLL DeGere, John LLLL L VanC1uilder, Norman Zeelau, Hazel LLLLL Bruckner, Alice LL. Harstad, Lenore LL,

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f x I I DEDICATION , - To the school he is more than a physics Prof : to the Cogwheel and M he is more than a financial manager: to the faculty he is more than lVlr. Wol- cott. His very gentleness is a factor in his strength and influence. That is why the members of the M staff deem it fitting and proper to dedicate this 1931 M to Harry A. Wolcott. Mechanic Arts, take off your hat to the man who has made the HM financially possible! JV

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THE COMMON PEBBLES Qlfounded upon a true incidentj By CAROLYN GOLDBERG, '31 Of all the places for a penniless boy to be left stranded, Yugas Fountain, in the southern part of South Africa, was the worst. The sun was scorching, the pavements and dusty roads were burning, and jobs for white boys were almost unknown. Bob Rheinwall, a recent high school graduate, became keenly aware of this situation after many efforts to find work. He had left the boat on which he had been employed, to go in search of wealth and diamonds, which he thought could be had for the hunting in South Africa. He found, instead, that the diamonds were located in a few huge mines and owned by a few great corporations. At last he found a job in a little mercantile business, but only after prom- ising to see nothing, hear nothing, and say nothing. His work included clerking .in the afternoons, when business was slack, and doing odd jobs. about the place. A very soft job, indeed, but to Bob, a clean, active, quick-tempered boy, it was not easy. It was not long before he discovered the real purpose of the shop. Diamonds, which must have been stolen by the natives from the mines, were being smuggled into the place, and then sold to illicit diamond merchants. Bob was constantly being searched and cross-examined by mine detectives, who were on the lookout for contraband goods. Outside of that, life was hot, dirty, and dull. After he had been there about a week, Bob, along with the rest of the town, learned that a large bag of priceless uncut diamonds had been stolen from a great Kimberly Mine shipment. Rewards totaling two hundred thousand dollars were posted by the ofhcials. All outgoing boats were watched, and the highways that led into the Orange Free State were closely guarded. On Wednesday of the same week, Bob's employer said suddenly, i'Saddle three horses immediately. Wondering at this terse order from his easy-going boss, Bob went out to do as he was told, When he returned he found a large, loose-boned, bearded man in conference with the squatty, dirty proprietor of the shop, Mr. Grenden. As Bob came in, Mr. Blake, the bearded man, threw an evil glance at him and licked his lips, then he strode outside and mounted one of the horses. Bob's employer, with a muttered f'Come on, shuffled out and also mounted. Bob with mingled feelings followed. The bearded man set his horse in the direction of the Free State and the others followed with Bob in the center. About a mile from the border he was ordered by Blake to set his horse at a slower pace. Then in a harsh tone, Blake said, 'Give me your suit coat. I'll hold it for you. Bob felt a chill come creeping up his spine. Then into one pocket of the coat Blake put a bulging bag marked A'Kimberly Mine Shipment 2023. The stolen diamonds! Bob was stunned, petrified. His face expressed a mixture of anger and fear. What if they were caught with them? He started to turn his horse around but the gun Blake leveled at him made him reconsider his departure. As he reluctantly turned to Blake's lead, Grenden sneeringly inquired, Do you know what's in that bag? Well, as far as you're concerned they're only common pebbles in it. See? And by way of emphasis he jabbed Bob in the back with his gun. Suddenly a detachment of military police came into view and Bob won- dered fractically why the thieves did not run or at least throw his coat away. He gasped as the police advanced withdrawn guns and completely surrounded the three. They searched them one by one and then the leader spied Bob's coat on Blake's horse. Page Five