Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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TZIF. 3HJ£. aI-TL JHITL Athletic Kight (C o nt i a.u ed) VTe left the booth, laughing. Hot t:.d for a high so bool mid, said Barbie, a pi :-tty good 1 ine , We sat down in the Auditorium just befrre the first feature ent on. T..is was a one-act ; lay, giver, cy the ’’Thespians, entit-.ed Spvoo Liitg Wae Nev.'s . I was just becc.rr.ing interested when there was a scroa. and I heard a woman cry out, He’s read.”’ The place was in uproar, everyone . and ling toward the dour. ' h to the front f the room and shouted, «juirt, Please’ „uiet J Uil3. everyone please remain se vt d.”’ I stationed two men At the doors and '.rent buck to .the victor.. He was a ..an of about 40 years cf age, dressed in a darlc tray suit - f expensive make. His throat was a horrible- gaping wound. He knife was in sight . That fortune teller was ri Hut, ’ Bernie said, This la cr.e murder you can’t so3.ve. There’s nr evidence at all and you can’t get anything with a crowd like this. Oh, yeahJ I said, Well , if that’s not °vider.ce, .Hat is? I.cokI And I 'pointed tc a Zon, ye3J.©w streak cr. the dead nan’s coat. That is just the evidence we need to convict the murderer. ’’Yeah.’ I suppose you even kn- the nur.erer. Well, just about.”’ I replied. Irat that nan ’ ’’ Who? , yelled Eernie. The fortune teller, you foci, i.cok at his hands They’re covered -with bronze paint. When xhe fake mystic was handcuffed Eernie said, 'Halt, I still can’t figure this out. I slapped him rn the tack. I) n 't try to, my toy. That fortune teller killed this man to learn where the .Pen-I-arvis levels were. But who is this dead nan? That—is the man who st le the jewels—ar.d here th y are”' I replied. The ? enlarvis case is c'.rsed. Ar.d aov. , get goin’, youJ’’saiu Baruie to the mystic, ”'.7hat a stur.t you pulled.”’ Don’t threw away ycur muddy shoes. Have them cleaned and polished at. Chas. I “Luc a Lcvrprioc sice Repairing lack’s shoe shining stand or. the square. £27 market at. 1. F. Eentzol H. 1-.. Cuj belj , L iirvican Raw Furs Dealer’s Lots a Speciality Qas Buffalo Ir.r. fil Hilk and Cream Tel. Millerstewn 3PI fit Phcr.e 932

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-4 THE BLUE A'l Y.iir17: I, Peepin'' Walt Winchell, the world's greatest detective, sat In nay office meditating on aty latest sale •—the Fendar is Rr tery, ne the Ma st oas°s rf earner. Suddenly there came a kncok rn the decr and before f had tjr.;e or rise, r.y ,foa friend, . Mousetrap Pernre', busted in. Hcllc, Walt, he s aid, gratbin , a handful rf chc ie« c arenas from lay private stork, ’’What's ailing you? Yen ] orl sert of peaked.” I’n a]] iJight , Ramie, I replied, I’ve just beer, werking pretty hard rr. the Pendarvis case.” IJrv; yon listen to me, Walt. You can’t keep it up aihe this. Why, J’11 hot you haven’t been - ut of this office all iay. Have yr.uv —I replied in the negative—’’We] j , v vr and we’ll gc up td Me High School. They’re having a Stunt Night and it will take v'nir mind ff business Crro or., the walk rill dc you good, and this cool, night- air ia just what you need. Maybe you’re right, B«rr.ie, I have r °n goihg prettv strcngly. Wait til], j set my hat and coat and I’ll he with you. We left my office; and walked up th® stre t. The cc l evening breeze f«].t good or. my face. Abc.ve us the stars twinkled and the moon shcr.C dov;r. upth us. But try as i v: uj.d, I could not ‘get my mind off business. We entered the BChoclJiruse and mad i’r way through the throng that jammed the halls. ,, the walls at certain points were arranged booths ever which onesided or mere students. In a° booth I saw bi Juicy hamburgers; in another, valentines another, baileens, candy, etc. Here was a museum through which you could go for the small, sum rf one o«nt. And hero was a ra th witi a sign which read Iladame Mysterj , famrus mystic of The Crieni W® entered this booth and found before us an old hag in mysterious robes whe held a crystal in one hand. She -7as quite painted with various colors, a saffron hue predomigat- irr. In a very sepulchral voice she told me— x jao blood yh viced—a rr.an—he is dead—with a knife in his threat this is one murder ycu will not solve.» Continued on Page,

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THE SLUE AND Y KITE 1 ; f) lh i W| u ■ - My brilliant career v ac launch-V • ed by stupendous ideas brought into the limelight by members cf the student body. ™ hen the students def--— initely decided my ide.s i ere really worth while, the latter were transferred to ■ a icr and wer brought before the advisor for censoring. After be in-” cri lcized, I '. as carried to the stenciling room where I was placed in a machine, which, when keys were struck, left their repression of my ideas upon my newly-created pacer. This pommeling did not last long, however, and I felt m-;self be- mg carried to the Office, where 1 was placed uwcn a revolving cylinder called the mimeograph. I was whirled around and around; each tine finding myself b einr; trrns-ferr«d to a nother of the hundreds cf sheets of nice.’clean ' v; ;lte jp oer T lis couldn't go on forever, I thought, and presen } m3 thought was justified; for, the machine stooped, I was pic.ced up, and when I finally va,s placed t rest, I found myself lying upon a long table in the Manuel Train-stacks' ' •SWift’ly 1 v.'crking hands sorted me in nice, orderly „„r,1V' ha..t v fs his? A group of boys and girls playing, Follow the Leader? Me ! They were only walking by the table and arranging my paged in order from cover- to-c ver. I next found myself in a position which proved very trying A cruel machine forced staples in nv cider.- t.he«» 1 J used to held my pages together. J-my distribution to the expectant student triuUted in a manner like this 10 of me went to Grade 7 aides; these being Last came the day fer -body. 1 was bis- 14, went to Grade 8 22, went to Grade 9A U, went to Grade 9D 25, went to Grade 10A 19, went to Grade 10B 47, went to Grade 11 49, went to Grade 12 14, were town deli vered 18, were ua i led 22, went to advertisers And so I cone tc the end of t . veer cnaoter in ny .aventurcus career. And to think, that I must ore mare ray-self for another issue of ideas, to be brought forth the coming month. —Warren Oris C'