Paris District High School - Yearbook (Paris, Ontario Canada)

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PARIS 'HIGH SCHOOL 'YEAR BOOK, 1943 ll headquarters to send a squad P. D. xQ. Then the blue-coat ducked back into the house through the low, wood- 'en door. Like grey, ghostly shadows in the semi-darkness the crowd spread .around the front and down the alley, watching for the murderer. At the :same ti.me the squad car, siren screaming, and tires shrieking on the wet pavement, tore up to the house .and four blue-coats jumped out. Two .dashed into the house while the oLh- 'er two stood guard outside The suspense and anxiety deep- vened. The crowd remained motion- less and silent, watching the house and the two policemen. Inside the now deserted room one, lone crimin- al and three policemen were playing a hide-and-seek of life and death. The Watchers on the street did not know what was happening. Fearful- ly they waited in the misty dark- ness. Suddenly there was a crash of glass, a few hurried footsteps, and then silence again. The crowd shuf- fled uneasily and backed up a few steps. Again they heard footsteps, this time of a man .running on the roof. One of the policemen that had gone into the house shouted, Stop or I'll shoot! But the hurried footsteps kept on. Every eye turned fearfully to the roof of the live-story building. A :dim grey shadow appeared at the edge, groping for the fire escape. A gasp of terror rose from the crowd. The criminal stopped and looked down. For the lirst time he saw that there were 'people below. Quick- ly he scrarnbed back on to the flat roof and crouched hesitantly on the edge. Then he took a last look behind him, poised himself on 'the roof's edge, uttered a horribly pier- cing scream, and jumped into space. At the same time the three police- men appeared, guns in hand, bull: just too late to catch him. A few minutes later the ambulance the battered, smashed form that a moment a human being. carried away and bleeding ago had been melted away into the The crowd clainmy darkness. Zine fuwuif By Don Stickland im Asterbilt furtively held the apartment door open with his foot while he fumbled the key out of the lock and into his pocket. Then he slipped inside and closed the door softly behind him. Quickly he step- ped towards a long, winding stair- case across the hall, and hastily clambered up the carpeted stairs. Reaching into his pocket again, he pulled out another key, which he hurriedly inserted into the keyhole of apartment B B at the top of the stairs. With a lunge he threw open the door and rushed over to the win- dow on the opposite side of the room. He was breathing hard. He carefully parted the curtains and peered into the street below. Im- mediately beneath the window was the entrance he had so recently en-

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xo mais Hroascr-roon YEAR BUCK 1943 Ulm Cuz By Willard Price Sally Othwhite swept into the liv- ing room, She halted abruptly before the imitation fire-place. Her eyesl glued themselves upon a' par- ticular object on the mantelpiece. It was a photograph of a. rather hand- some rnan in his early thirties. Her dazzling' blue eyes glared men- acingly, and an unbecorning sneer came over her well-featured face as she said, Yes, Aloysius Gadabout Othwhite, you have ruined my life. I, who have slaved for you for years now have been hurled aside. I-ler whole body seemed to quiver, and she blurted out tearfully: Have I not reared nine beautiful children for- you? Have I not taken in washing in the thin years? In ad- dition to running a cutting press a', Massey-Harris, have I not given you half my coffee ration? At this she slumped over the oak-- en table in the centre of the room- The streamlined figure of Sally Oth-- white turned limp. The tears that. followed seemed to neutralize the bitter acid off misfortune and dis- tress, A, suave, dark, tall, young mann glided into the room. Looking at. Sally' Othwhite sympathetically, he: said: Yes Sally, your man has done you. wrongl But just how?-how will, you and the children survive? What will that. cur Aloysius Gababout Oth- White do next? For answers to these questions, don'f miss the next adven- ture of Sally Ofhwhite, brought tow you by Fuz, the new sensational laundry soap that makes the Wash- ing of dirty shirts a delicious de- light, Sheet' SCENE By Robert Hough al wet mist swirled across the gloomy city, making the late afternoon seem almost like- night. The dark streets were almost desert- edg but a. small crowd gathered quickly along the front and sides of the large tenement house. An air of hushed quietness and fear pre- vailed, although many in the crowd were chattering excitedly. Men and Women, most of them shabbily dress- ed, were gathering together in lit- tle groups, talking and glancing fear- fully at a ramshackle buildingg A. few minutes before, seemingly from an upper story, a muffled shot had broken the silence. Immediate- ly a policeman had rushed up and entered the house with drawn gun. The inmates had come tumbling, out, excited and afraid. , Suddenly the policeman appeared on the rickety, wooden ire-escape that hung' from the side of the build-- ingp Surround the house, he shout- ed to the crowd. There's a murder- er in the house. You, Joe, ring into

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12 PARIS HIGH SCHOOL YEAR BOOK, 1943 tered. Not a soul was visible on the lonely Boulevard. Surely his suspicious were un- founded! Yet even then he felt that a pair of sinister eyes were closely watching the apartment house. Sud- denly, far up the street, he saw a vague form flitting in and out be- hind the long line -of trees bordering the roadway. Closer the figure came, until it was right in front of 'the building. It appeared to be that of an old man dressed in a shabby over- coat. Breathlessly Jim watched the man creep cautiously up to the door. Timidly at first the fellow knockedg then he tried the handle. Finding the door locked, he quickly Whipped out a small object and placed it on the step. Then, to Jim's amazement, he turned and skooted away as fast as his heels would carry him. A panic gripped Jim's heart as he watched the mysterious figure dis- appear into the distance. His heart 'jumped into his mouth when he re- called how countless characters of his favourite murder stories stories had been obliterated by an innocent looking time-bomb. Speed was essential now. He quick- ly retraced his steps and rushed back down the stairs, grabbing the fire extinguisher from off the wall as he dashed by. u There it Was, a small white object sticking under the door. Cautiously his fingers reached down to grasp it. He half expected to be blown into small pieces the moment his fingers touched it. But strange to say, no explosion occurred! Slowly and less fearfully he drew a white envelope from under the door. He gingerly peeked inside, now expecting a threatening letter. To his surprise a peculiar sort of tin- type photograph fell out together with a letter. As you passed our Studio down town this afternoon we took a candid photograph of you. If you are pleas- ed with our work you may acquire other copies at the studio by enclos- ing 25c in coin with this coupon. A marvellous offer! The Blurrem Studios. Hmm, mused Jim as he stared at the caricature of his more or less handsome face, no Wonder the fel- low ran away. Uh! Oh! By Robert Butcher ,ohn Jackson came briskly into the living room. Good morning, good morning, he cried eifusively as he grasped the hand of his visitor, a slight, meek-looking man. Yes, very nice. I am . . . Yes, yes. I was expecting you,' replied John heartily. It really is a nice house, isn't it? Couldn't de- mand anything better. Yes, beautiful, replied the man timidly as he looked around the well- furnished room. But I . . . H I know what you are thinking about-the walls in the nursery. Well, you know how children like to draw on walls. It is really n-ot very noticeable, replied John hurriedly in a slightly apolegetic voice. I wouldn't worry about that for you see . . . I know. You want to know about those paint streaks on the outside of the house. You understand these children, he interrupted hastily. Doesn't concern me in the least,