Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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WANTED Y Sophomore Class 7A Maxim Silencer. By Margaret A. A completed outline. By Virginia B. A laugh. By Mildred 0.7More wieners. By Martha D.vA fact. By Sallie G.-A shorter petticoat. By Sara M. Five minutes plus. By Louise N.-An olive grove. By Frances C. A lower key. By Dorothy D.7A mouse trap. By Marjorie T.7An understanding. By Miss Crane A fresh air farm. By Miss Benedict A class to teach. By Miss Metz A night-shift. POPULAR CONTEST EST Dancer Mary Louise Ewan. One Who Eats LeastiLouise Parish. Best Giggler Marjorie Tietig. Liveliest Dor0thy Hunter. Most Dignifiedelizabeth Hinkle. Most Easily Embarrassed Elvira Miller. Best Singer Sallie Grant. VainestvMary Louise Ewan. Prettiest Mildred Carpenter. Neatest Louise Newburgh. Wittiest Alice Baur. Most Romantic Mildred Carpenter. Worst Speller Katherine Trevor. Most Practicalisallie Grant. Most Athletic Char10tte Vail. Loudest Yeller-Charlotte Vail. Best Blulfer Virginia Kemper. 24

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waited for a train to pass under them through the tunnel. Far in the distance, they heard a shrill whistle and, as quick as a hash, they all sprang up, and Tommy got ready to jump. Soon the train came into sight and, in no time at all, the mighty engine started through the tunnel. So long, and Tommy, shutting his eyes, jumped down. After the smoke had cleared, the boys looked for him, but he was no where to be seen. III say we go home as fast as possible, said Jack, and started on a run down the street. He acted per- fectly naturally all evening, until the telephone rang. ttGee! was all he said, but they noticed him turning paler and paler. Jack, said his father, Mrs. Macklin wants to know if you have seen Tom? No, Dadiaiae Well, what is it? Oh, nothinl. Come on, speak up. I can see something is behind this. She says she has called several people, but no one can give her any satisfaction. Wellia. I honestly didnlt see him. Jack heard his father repeat what he had said, and thought 23 the agony over, but his fatherls next words nearly finished him. HDid you say umbrella, Mrs. Macklin? Oh, Dad? called Jack, HIlll tell her where Tom is, and he went to the iphone and started to tell how Tom jumped from the tap of the tunnel onto the train, when he heard a thump at the other end of the line and the receiver was hung up. That night, Mr. Macklin, the police and many of the boys, fathers searched and searched for Tommy, but in vain. For two days and two nights, the whole neighborhood looked for him. Then, on the third evening, about eight olclock, the door-bell rang and, as the maid opened the door, there stood Tommy, his clothes torn, with the umbrella in one hand and holding his stomach with the other. lth, Maimy, Ilm hungryfl was all he said. llWhere under the sun have you been? Gimme somethinl to eat first. As he was eating, with the family all about him, he said: Never again, after this I prefer to ride in the car instead of on top. You see, I was scared to death of Mama, so I stayed in the barn as long as I could. M. TIETIG.

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THE HIGH EXPLOSIVE HE man paced the length of the long, green labor- atory, with its rows and rows of curious bottles, once, twice, then paused to gaze fixedly out on the square. It was Sprinngpring, with bursting buds, warm sunshine, blue sky and joyous, limpid note of the robin. But the man paid no heed; his thoughts were far away over the seas with countries that were grappling in the death clutch, empires, kingdoms that were clumsily being swept away, hustled out of ex- istenceeyes, that was it--by the crude use of shrapnel and swordithe sword, that primitive weapon of man. Pah! Science and invention had been slow! Those countriesewhat they would give for something which would make hundreds, thousands, of their enemies not dead, but helpless; simply living, helpless bodies, which would drain the country; a burden which would go groping its way from place to place always taking, taking, never giving; what they would give! And he, Aaron Eliot, a poor American chemist, held this power in his hand! The thought was so overwhelming that, at times, his mind refused to believe it. Then he would go to the laboratory and, with fascinated horror, gaze at the peculiar greenish liquid in a long, transparent vial on the table. What they would give! He knew now. There on the table lay the contract of one of the greatest powers in Europe, waiting for his signature. With hands that trembled, he picked up the bit of paper and studied the figuresi$100,000,000. No one could 25 know what that meant to him; his long struggle with poverty would be over, he would be free, free to devote all his time to his experiments with precious metals and liquids, to buy priceless books-all would be his, all, through the signing away of the secret in the green Vial. He slowly picked up the pen and, with deliberate care, signed the contract, placed it in the envelope, took up his hat and descended to the square. Reach- ing the corner mail box, he hurriedly raised the top, as though anxious to have the matter out of his hands. Then, suddenly, a hand was laid timidly on his arm and a voice said, ttOh, I say, would you mind helping me across? The man let the mail box close, the letter still in his hand, and turned to gaze at a young boy of twenty or so, whose one hand was stretched out appealingly. The chemist noticed that the boys eyes were grey and had a strange,far-away look, as though they saw through him. The man noddedifor some reason, he couldntt speakwand, taking the boy's arm, he started across the street. As they went, he wondered at the boys firm, erect bearing, for he had at first thought himself accosted by a cripple. The sun was slowly sinking behind the tree tops, coloring the sky a brilliant, golden red. Here and and there hung little, purple clouds, the curled edges of which were tinged with gold. The fiery ball plunged