New Utrecht High School - Comet Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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2, s UARE PEG 3 By DANIEL SEITZMAN f R HENRY NDVINS paced furiously like a caged beast up and down the whole length of the office of the VVestfield Sentinel The short, angry from his cigar were a trustworthy index to his troubled mind. The Wreaths of smoke which had filled the room hung lazily, motionless, in the air, but at the first indication of his approach, they began to boil violently about his head, leaping nimbly, away as though they feared that his troubled mind was contagious. The editor of the Sentinel', stopped abruptly in the midst of his feverish pacings, hesitated, tore on again, and finally decided to sit down. Mr. Nevins had every reason for being distressed. He had come to the small town of Westfield and established a daily newspaper a few years before. Fortunately, he had been able to secure financial support in the person of Mr. Barron, whose extensive business interests in that region had made him as powerful as a feudal lord-or rather baron, to continue the simile of his name. The paper had prospered, but not sufficiently to enable him to become a part owner. The interview he had just completed with Mr. Barron had com- pletely marred his happiness. He frowned as his mind reviewed the circum- stances attending that interview. Mr. Barron had brought his son with him, a tall, awkward youth, who, like the sons of many notables, did not attain the mental standard of his father. In the course of the conversation, it developed that Mr. Barron had ambitions for his son, William. The latter and had some experience as editor of his high- school paper and so was competent to be an associate editor of the Sentinel which didn't have a very large circulation. Nevins laughed bitterly. He knew what that meant-ultimate removal when young Barron had acquired enough experience to run it himself. Oh, the irony of it, he though, to lose a newspaper, built up by my own initiative and my own sweat, to a brainless scion of a shrewd family tree. Suddenly a though flashed upon his seaehing brain. His receptive faculties expanded to grasp every thread of hope. His face beamed with sunny radiance. The blue, hazy smoke caressed his cheeks affectionately as it slowly mounted up in delicate, shimmering threads. He would teach that sneeringly complaisant young Barron! His very ambition would be his ruin! He leaped at the telephone exultingly. Yes ............ yes, Mr. Barron. Urgent business dQU13ndS my presence in Nashville to-morrow. Your son will report for duty early to-morrow morning and take over my duties. Mr. Barron rubbed his hands joyfully-so did Nevins, The evening of the next day saw Henry Nevins hastening into the office of the HSentinel. He had spent a restless day in a nearby town. XVith nothing Ten