Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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ill HI ll I Eighteen p The jllflirrnri l - - - B. F. Jones gazed at us' as only a self-made millionaire can. Now, wasn't that queer! You see that was a dream that really happened. How do I know? We-l-l, I was the foreman. He beamed upon us with a beatific, a benign and all comprehensive smile as only a self-made man can smile. I-Blakesly and I just dissolved, before that smile. VVe evaporated, dispersed-fled! At a safe distance I turned to Blakesly with a gasp: 'HIT NEVER really COULD happen-COULD it? Blakesly gave a sort of groan and feebly returned: Dreams ARE funny-AREN'T they? l li YY ..',- -L-

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The jllllirrnr Not an instant was to be lost. The pathway to the door was already blocked by the roaring furnace. Creeping hack to the stranded elevator I almost forced the poor sobbing child back into it. It was but an instant's work to enlarge the hole so that it would admit me. For- tunately the space where I had been Working was free of paper and debris so it took longer for the fire to creep up in my direction. The half-wrecked car could always be started from the inside, even when stranded, so sliding the levcr over to the proper notch, we started downward for the basement. As slowly, almost inch by inch, the lift dropped, I could hear voices yelling. I knew that it was the men who evidently not finding me out- side remembered too late what had happened to me. Above all I could make out the frantic, distracted voice of the ' Boss' fearful for his child. Making my voice heard as wcll as I could over the now roaring flames, I told them briefly what I was doing and that nothing but fate and the old elevator's whimsical nature could save me and the child now. What a relief it was to see the Hames disappearing and finally after heart-rending anxiety to reach the basement, where the fire had not yet touched. To pass to the great free out-of-doors was but a moment's work through an out-side cellar door. 'tilt' course I was made foreman on the spot as with tears in his eyes my employer thanked me. Rather unappreciatively and with cool presumption, I thought, he reached down a11d picking up a pail of cold water threw it over me to 'wash off the smoke,' as he said. H But the water was rain, pouring in through the cracks in my alley mansion, and I awoke to the cold reality of every-day life, minus romantic rescues of the lives of employers' curious. and investigating daughters. h l ll leave it to you, aren't dreams funny? Now wasn't that queer? murmured Gregory, with an abstract dreamy look that told me as plainly as Words that he was thinking of his latest sweet-heart and his appalling lack of both kinds of patience. Of course it never really could happen, I said. No, it never could, agreed the self-made millionaire, with a specu- lative wry little smile and once more stretching l1is legs straight out and taking to stroking his chin with his left hand. The next day I was talking to B. F. J ones, another self-made mil- lionaire. Happening to mention his contemporary, I told him of the fishy little story the rich man had related. Of course it never really could happen, I repeated my remark of yesterday. Blakesly, who was with me, did the same thing by chiming in with: 'Yes, aren't dreams funny? GSK Seventeen vi 2

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illibe jlillirrnr THE DECIDING POINT LUCILLE HOWE AMES LAWTUN awoke with a start as his alarm eloek set at four o'eloek went off. He struck an inquisitive toe out of bed to test the temperature of the room and then sat up. He thought a moment and then it all came baek in a rush. This was the day on whieh Jaek and he had planned to go skiing. Jimmie was a young man of seventeen, a Junior in the Westiiell High Sehool. His only pal was Jack Fulton. Jimmie was tall and of slender build. He had light eurly hair and sparkling blue eyes. Jaek was just the opposite: he was short, but slender, and had jet, blaek hair and flashing brown ey-es. . After Jimmie had dressed, eaten his breakfast and fed his calf, for Jimmie, by the way lived on a farm, he sat down to wait for Jack. Soon he heard a shrill, sharp whistle, and upon looking out of the win- dow he saw two boys. When they eame in, Jaek introduc-ed the other as Bill Reed. Bill had just moved into VVestfield and was going to enter Westfield High Seool after the vaeation. llis looks are hard to deseribe. He was tall, had brown hair and eyes. His eyes were what held your attention. There was something in them that you eouldn't read. Jimmie, who believed himself a elever reader of eharaeter, thought that fellow doesn't amount to much. The boys earried their skis and luneh, and started for the hill, whieh was two miles away. Upon reaehing the hill they had a fine time eoasting. After many attempts that ended in spills, Bill gave up his attempts and spent the rest of his time tripping the others. That set- tled him with Jinnn'ie. Jimmie was a lover of elean sport, so l1e gained a very poor opinion of Bill. After spending about three hours on the hill the boys went home. Vaeation flew by as if it had wings and Jimmie had to go baek to school. The second day of sehool Jimmie found out that Bill was a Junior too. Tuesday evening basket ball praetiee eame. Jimmie was playing eenter on the team on the hill, Jimmie had not thought that he was sport enough to eome out for basket ball. Bill was fast and had an almost uneanny way of shooting baskets. About the only thing Jimmie had over him was the jump. Jimmie began to be worried. Wlia.t if he should be put otic the team! He tried to put this thought from his mind. The day before the big game with Atlanta, Westtield's rival, the eoaeh took Jimmie aside, and this is what he said, Jimmie, old man, Pm sorry but Bill has worked up great in the last few practice games, and I'm going to give him a tryout tomorrow night. He will start the game as center, but I may put you in at half time. Jimmie was so Nineteen -