Newtown High School - Bugle Yearbook (Newtown, CT)

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THE BUGLE 9 Slowly Gert sat down and swept the room with a practical eye. Gradually she made out the figures of at least four other men, still and silent, menacing. Mug Rileyls gang! Using her as a decoy, the dirty crooks. She started involun- tarily as the outer door opened and shut. Suppose that were Joe! Sheld have to warn him. But that dark blotch by the doorway was one, of the most cold- blooded murderers in the city. When a feminine laugh tinkled in the hallway, she was so relieved that she almost fainted. 4 The next second renewed the ordeal. The front door opened and shutg a masculine tread approached the cloakroom. mln here, you say? . V Yes, sir, hang it on any hook. The young lady is waiting for you in the main sitting roomf' , The knob rattled. In a second, handsome, iiashily dressed Joe Williams would be weltering in his blood upon that spotless carpet. If Gert screamed, he would come to avenge her-get killed himself! No, she must not scream. She jumped up. A spurt of flame cut the murk. The walls rang. Outside there was the sound of retreating footsteps, the slam of a door, silence. Two a. m. struck in the church tower. Four shadows detached themselves from the denser shadows of R. B. F rank's warehouse and advanced stealthily toward the closely shuttered house. Suddenly one of the shadows threw itself on the ground. Duck, Joe! The short stocky shadow turned fiercely. 'fDuck? Duck from that? Illl break him in half with these two hands, the dirty sneak! He broke into a run, convulsed with fury. Rat-rat-tat-tat-stumbled, staggered, fell. He moaned, 'tMurder my dame, will he? I'll kill with my-hands-dirty- WILLIAM EDYVIN CUTLER, '3O. :Qi Q W E Z I V fi uf X If X .-57, ff to A F

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i l . iv. 'x 8 THE BUGLE TheGunmcm CProse Parody on tfThe Highwaymanw of Alfred Noyes.D SHORT, stocky man opened the door of Celan's All-Night Restaurant 1 w and entered warily, stepping quickly out of the frame of light that was the doorway. The air was dusky with smoke and strongly tainted with i a mingled odor of fish and cabbage. A girl in a dirty apron had been sweeping with her back to the door, at the sound of his entrance she turned. Hello, Joell. U lLo, Gert. Get me a ham and coffee, will ya? Tell that lousy white-faced cook to snap to itl'! left ii v ' L? 9:1 tkgga The girl raised her voice. HHam and coffee, Slinky. She turned to resume her sweeping, but the loudly dressed man recalled her. UGertf' f'What d'ya want, pie?'7 f'Naw. Lissen, will ya come with me to the dance at Stonils tonight?l' HCan,t. The old man wouldnit let mef' tfCouldn't ya sneak out or somethin'? 4'Say, I could pretend I was goin' to the movies with Mabel, then leave her at the dump over to 50th street and slip over to Stonils. I'd have to start early, though, 'cuz the movies begin at tenfl 'KWell, I couldnlt be there till half past, but ya could wait fer me, couldnit ya, kid P 'fSure, Illl wait. Sh- herels my old man. Want pie?'l Not tonight. How much for this? Fifteen, He rose slowly, laid a half dollar on the table and left. Half an hour later Slinky Smith stole from the kitchen and threaded his way through the slum district to a shuttered house beside the warehouse of R. B. Frank and Co. Gert Celan showed no hesitation as she approached the dark and seemingly deserted building that was Stonils, and dropped a slip of paper into the mail slot. A moment later the door swung back revealing a semi-dark interior and a very stiff butler. The girl slipped inside, the door swung to, and Gert was in- side the most exclusive night club in Chicago. 'fHas Scarface Joe got here yet? she queried. UNO, madam. Do you wish to wait for him in here? indicating the cloak- room. Sure, I'm not fussy. She walked slowly into the room. Faintly from far down the hall came dreamy music. 'fGee, wish joe 'ud hurry. V A figure materialized from behind the door and advanced slowly, gun in hand. The figure spoke, Keep your trap shut, see? When Joe Williams comes, don't try to warn him. If you do-V' He tapped the little black thing that he held. And don't forget, Mug Riley don't never miss, see, never!

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O 10 T H E B U G L E A Psalm zn Geometry ,J C, HOEVER is my teacher, I shall not pass, QUAUP She maketh me to explain hard propositions, jf And exposeth my ignorance to the class, She restoreth my sorrow. figs? She causes me to draw parallelograms For my class' sakeg yea, tho' I study till midnight I shall gain no knowledge, For originals trouble me, Pyramids and prisms distress me, She prepareth a test before me in the presence of the Freshmen, She giveth me a low mark: Surely, distress and sadness shall follow me all the years of my life, And I shall remain in the Class of Geometry- I Forever. School Calendar Monday morning: Late to Class. Tuesday: A quiz--I didnlt pass. Wednesday: Considered a two-hour date. Thursday: Found it didn't rate. Friday: Flunked another test. Saturday: My day of rest. Tomorrow I shall sleep till one, Another week of toil is done. School !.' F ierce lessons L ate hours U nexpected company N ot prepared K icked out. ELIZABETH ROCKWELL, '30