New Bedford Institute of Technology - Fabricator Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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19 3 3 THE FABRICATOR is more, Tubby Munroe owns the Lazy Bar X. He made a wad on some mer- cerization scheme of his and sunk it all with a worthless piece of land. Charlie is foreman, Dave York and Billy Clarke milk hands, while Barney Cohen, Fred Geyer, Gordon Hall and Cierpial ride herd. Oh! yeah, Edith Morris keeps house and cooks down at the ranch. How come you don ' t seem to fear the law, Al? I asked as it occurred to me. Law? Haw! Haw! he roared with delight at the relish of the joke. Bill McArdle is sheriff and I pay for protection. Right now I ' ve got Ruth Viera, a captive in my cave held for ransom. She inherited a lot of do-re-me. How about the rest of the gang? I asked. Well, Ray Williams runs the Cut Throat Barber Shoppe down the street, right next to him is Stra- hoska ' s place, the Greasy Bean House. Further down the road is the Red Dog Livery Stable run by Giluk, Bergeron, Ed Sullivan and Bates. Just then a little, short, worn out man with a shabby Western Union uniform came in and called Wire for Ray Warner . Were the surprises never to cease? The old man was Frank Mikus. He gripped my hand with his and nearly shook my own off. Upon opening the message, its contents appeared before my eyes. Gone broke stop shift for yourself stop . J. C. Lague, President Rejuvenated Oil Co., Inc. What rotten luck , I growled. How am I to get home? Why go Home? Demi asked as he finished the message I passed him. Yes, why go home? chimed in Gobby and Mike. But what will I do? I asked. Come along with me , Demi offered. ' The work is easy and it pays well . O. K. I grasped the opportunity. I know I will feel at home; but let ' s go over to the General Store and get me a real outfit. We all walked across the street and entered the Red Dog General Store. Right then and there I passed out. It was too much for me. The proprietor of the General Store was none other than Bill Smith, himself. 31

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THE FABRICATOR 1933 CLASS PROPHECY BANG! Bang! Bang! I was awakened from the half sleep, into which I had fallen during my all night ride on the Red Dog Stage, by gun shots and blood curdling roars. My coach pulled up to a groaning stop in front of the Golden Nugget Bar. The thunder of hoofs grew louder, and then a band of horsemen swept down the one street of the desert town. The place became miraculously deserted as everything in sight was shot to pieces. The door was jerked open and a bewhiskered, grizzly, dirt-covered face was jammed inside. The owner bellowed, Up with your hands and step out here, you mug. As I took a second look at the bandit, something familiar caught my attention. Could this be true? How impossible. Demi, you old dog, how in the world did you ever come to be out here like this? It is Demi, isn ' t it? I was highly excited. Ray! Ray Warner, you old son of a sea cook! he yelled as his face lighted with recognition. It was my dear friend, Al DeMarest, and after much babbling and back slapping he told me how he became a bandit. It seems he had married a certain girl back east, called Lil. She kept him so close to the straight and narrow path he just had to run away, and circumstances led him to his present pre- dicament. Well , I said, a great many things have happened in 17 years. That is all it is, you know. We left dear old Textile School in 1933. Then I told him that my company had sent me out to investigate the claim made by some Hanson of the Lazy Bar X ranch that there was oil on that ranch. Lazy Bar X? Hanson? he exclaimed. Have you got a surprise coming? Why? I queried. Well, let ' s go into the Golden Nugget and I will tell you. As we walked up to the bar, he led me directly to the bartender and said, This is Norman; I ' m sure you remember Gobeil. He came out West with a couple of tank cars of solution he made for water-proofing fabrics and made a fortune selling it here in Red Dog, Arizona for the Red Eye. After Norman and I had re- newed our old friendship, we talked of all the other fellows at school and strange as it seems fate must have gathered them all in this God-forsaken place. Demi had a bunch of cut-throats in his gang. He called them all in and intro- duced me to my old friends. Many I would have never been able to recognize. They were Al Malick, his cook, which explained Demi ' s dirty disposition; Steve Delano, Roger Gentilhomme, a most vicious bandit; Lou Brody, and Henry Gatonska. Do you know that Hanson on the Lazy Bar X is Charlie Hanson? Demi asked, before I had completely recovered from my first surprise. And what 30

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We, the Class of 1933, dedicate this page to the Loving Memory of our former classmate GHprams 3L Cirro Athlete, Scholar and Man Tom, during his stay at Tech , endeared himself to us and we are bestowing this symbol of our affection in his memory.