Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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1-H P 05132 iflllirrnr tween M. Poinoeau, the banker, and Eustaee. The wheel spun amid perfect silence, round and round, past eleven and finally halted at number twenty-three. ' M. Joli watched it stop, he was dazed. The brillianoy of the room blurred, before his vision, into one great darkness. He was slipping- slipping-slipping-. 'lr if 'lf if if If fl ll fl The train lurohed and Eustaoe just saved himself from falling to the fioor of the coach. What a terrible dream! I will never try my numbers at Monte Carlo, said M. Joli half aloud. Let's see, what were they-6, 4, 9? Oh, I've forgotten. Well, I can be thankful for what that dream showed. I guess it is impossible to beat the roulette wheel. ' Eight

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Qlibe jllllirrur years l1ad been steadily growing, had dwindled away, because of re- peated losses at the Market, to seventy-five thousand francs. He could not bring himself to risk that which was all that reirained between him and the poor farm. He held out against the growing desire to play, for three weeks, until at last he could resist no longer, and while riding home on the train from Monte Carlo he finally decided that he would play the follow- ing Saturday, but he promised himself that he would play only one number in an evening. So it came about that on Saturday evening, two weeks before the grand party, M. Joli was announced at Monte Carlo. People were accustomed to see M. Joli, the stock broker, enter the gambling parlor and watch the game, so when he timidly asked the banker, M. Poinceau, if he might take a number, the old habitues of the place looked up in surprise. He laid down seventy-five thousand francs on number three. The banker Was dumbfounded. But-t-t, M. Joh, he gasped, are you not betting a little high, and on an unlucky number at that? , Will you take my bet, or not? asked Eustace. Why, certainly Monsieur, certainly, replied the banker beginning to get hold of himself again. So the wheel was spun. Number three wins l cried the onlookers. M. Joli retreated with one hundred and fifty thousand francs in his pocket. The following Saturday he again appeared and placed his one hun- dred and fifty thousand francs on number seven. Everyone stepped back to watch the play. The wheel was spun and it stopped at number seven. M. Joli hrd won again. He returned home with three hundred thousand francs in his possession. The story of M. Jolils phenomenal winnings spread abroad. People everywhere talked of it. What would happen this week? W'ould M. Joli be pre sent at the annual ball on December thirty-first? Un New Year's Eve Monte Carlo was packed to overflowing. Never, in all its existence had the castle seen such a crowd. Hundreds were there to see the noted broker win again. There were only three couples 011 the dance fioor. The throng swayed back and forth between the roulette Wheel and the hall. Ten o'cl0ck! Was M. Joli never coming? The great clock on the stairs tolled out 10:30 P. M., and still the broker did not put in his appearance. Ah! M. Joli at last, ten minutes to eleven. He made his way into the grand salon and placed three hundred thousand francs on number eleven. The gentlemen and ladies crowded about. It was a battle be- is Seven

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illibe jliilirrnr THE SKY ROCKET E WAS born IH an A1l'16I'1K1I1 city The ultimate results would have been the same, had he lived in Uskosh. When he was three li'5i1lf.i?l years old, he was the smartest kid in town. He started school When he was five. He told his teacher that his name was Dale Linden and some day he was going to be president of the United States. When he Was thirteen he entered high school. Within a month he had been elected president of his class, was wearing a red necktie, and was smoothly telling the world how it should be run. By the time he had struggled through l1is third year in high school, his momentum had ceased so far as an education was concerned. What the world really needed was a business man. High school was all right for school teachers and old fogies, but a real up-to-the-minute'man-of- the-world didn 't need high school training any more than a Hottentot. One night he brought his books home. The next day he obtained his first position. He was to be a grocer's assistant with a salary of fifteen dollars per week. By bed time his parents learned that he was clerk, a partner in the firm, then sole owner controlling a chain of stores throughout the Union. His father spent his time at the club or playing golf, while the good mother called on her neighbors via Rolls Royce. Meanwhile, the son casting his money with either hand, would be one of the most prominent men in America. He lasted exactly six Weeks. When he carelessly lost a valuable order, he was discha1'ged. Vilas he discouraged? Certainly not! The grocery line was small town stuff. It was a blind alley job. He knew better than to get in a rut.', Fellows who became stuck in one of these rutty positions never earned even a respectable livelihood. How- ever, he did not find his next position so easily as he had the first. One day he learned that the Equity VVholesale grocers were training young men to be salesmen. He made an application for the job. Aaron Sproul, one of the Equity's most precious assets, signed up the young rather good looking lad who had stepped into his oliicc. Considering him for a moment Sproul suddenly lurched forward and drilled young Linden with hard steely blue eyes. lf l give you this job, do you think you can stick to it? Dale was sure. Here was something worth-while, a million dollar company was backing him, backing him to win and make good. Well he 'd show 'em. Certainly, I can hold this job, said Dale effusively. The blue eyes neverwavered. You know that when we hire a man, we intend that some day he will be a secretary or vice-president. Great, exclaimed Dale. VVhy in a month l'll bet l'lI be cover- ing twice the amount of territory some of your best men are doing now. You know, this isn't new stuff. I have worked in this line before. The CHARLES PARISH in 'll 1 l Nine