Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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THE MISSILE. 7 to allow this, and I beg you to dismiss Miss Wilson and punish me.” A smile curled on the principal’s lips. He looked at one and then the other. Drawing his hand across his forehead, he said; “Young man, you have had a lesson to-day from this young lady which will make you feel the despicableness of your sin far more than any punishment I can inflict. You have shown by your unwillingness to let her suffer for you that the instinct of manliness is in you. Believing that this will be a lesson for you, I am going to dismiss you without further punishment. Now you may both go.’’ Each heaved a sigh of relief, and each bowed stiffly. Slowly they left the office and disappeared around the corner of the hall. For some time they did not speak. Finally the young girl said in a soft voice; ‘‘Would you cheat again, Mr. Arthur?” “Never, Jane,” he answered, as a tear rolled down his cheek. Meyer Lavenstien, ’i6. It is not the breakers that cause a fellow to go broke at the seashore. Mr. Cobb recently married Miss Webb. He knew he had found the right one as soon as he spider. TOUCHING. Spinster — Why can’t women have trousers pockets into which to put their hands ?J Bachelor — They have — the married ones I mean.

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6 THE MISSILE. Hamilton was interrupted. A slim girlish figure stood up in the rear of the room. It was Jane Wilson. Staring through the window, then turning to the teacher, she spoke: “Mr. Hamilton is innocent, sir; I put the paper on his desk.” “Miss Wilson, no, you ” Hamilton was again interrupted, this time by the prin- cipal, who ordered Jane Wilson to his office. Everyone was amazed at the girl. To think that a girl like Jane Wilson would help Arthur Hamilton to cheat. It seemed impossible. She walked down the aisle, and casting a pleading look at Hamilton, closed the door. “Does he appreciate this?” she thought to herself. Something seemed to tell her, “Yes.” This was sufficient. The prin- cipal, enraged, seated her, and began his lecture regard- ing her act. In his room Hamilton was miserable, “The girl shall not stand for it. Even if I am a coward, there’s too much manliness in me to let a girl shelter my sin .” At this thought, without hesitation, he advanced from his desk and walked out of the room, “Do you realize the significance of your act?” the prin- cipal said to Jane Wilson, who was seated before him. “Do you know what you have done?” Jane Wilson did not speak. Every word seemed like the roar of a cannon, beating against her brain. At that moment the door opened, and Arthur Hamil- ton entered. Pale, his face drawn, he looked first at the girl and then at the principal. The words seemed to be forced, but he meant them from his heart. “Miss Wilson is innocent, sir; she did this to protect me, but there is too much of a gentleman’s spirit in me

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8 THE MISSILE. IHE MISSION OF FLOWERS. AVE you ever noticed how some people al- I [ ways ascribe a profit-making or selfish mo- 1 I live to every action? Well, old Mr. Ed- wards was just that sort of man. Tell him anything that any one had done, and he would give a short, unpleasant laugh and say, “Yes, and she got so-and-so for it;” or “Surely any one would if he got paid enough.” Such was his philosophy of life. Long years of confinement to a rolling-chair had made him a cynic. He believed that no one ever had any ob- ject in view but his own advancement; and as for doing anything out of pure love of doing it, — why, the idea ! He had never heard of nor seen such a thing. So when the society was formed to clean up the town, and get each citizen to beautify his own grounds, and Barbara Crewe undertook to see Mr. Edwards about his yard, she realized she had undertaken no easy job. How- ever, she had taken a fancy to old Jim Edwards — why, she first became acquainted with him in her childhood; and he, in turn, had liked her and had made her his fa- vorite; so she trusted to a certain amount of freedom she might take with him with impunity. When she reached the old, rambling house in its refuse- scattered yard, she ran quickly up the steps and knocked on the door. Juggins, the only servant the old man would have, answered the knock after he had ambled up the steps from the basement, and Barbara was asked into Mr. Edwards’s room. He seemed pleased to see her, to tell the truth, and looked far more pleasant than usual. But