Potter School - Shield Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE POTTER SHIELD of a smile fiitted across her Mix Brady, she said, while just the suggestion face, I want to try and express to you my deep gratitude and appreciation for what you have done for me. I knew you so slightly in Chicago that the interest and effort you have put into helping me is all the more generous and noble in you. ' d and then said, '4lVIiss Carrolyn- Brady looked longingly at her for a secon ' t l no' enough in Chicago to realize that in you was the Barbara, I knew you Jus o D ' d th I had to leave. When I saw that you woman of my dreams, I loved you an en here, I felt that God had thrown us together again' for a reason, 77 and that I had an opportunity to serve you. ' ' ' I nder if we mi ht A id now dear, he said, drawing her close to him, wo g ' 77 1 J glide down the great river of life together-just letting me serve you all the way? were in trouble BERNHARD DOHRMANN, '19, - x ff ? Twenty-eight in A15 Si' Saillli' is tha om fhelllgh More Pep? tellfwnm Cali' UP' , , boy- wifi THE he Qgaflllng on fell0W in lb The se Alston. H' 9r1'0l'. Slld i was M115 body knew He W3 He had plf 3 good this was Pete S vhrd fir and star. .lndg was semen live wire. bait. The 5111105 an High the ll0il09d 1' 593S0u. vs hliting 31 little qi, The H0011 the .lt 1 mllfheil Pitcher 5 ln: Plmr W an elm demhis' Wie. ii Wills?

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'-Me' ti I laik I Jlbfsiw tiring junk X G Sfhhv .le ki. ',' x t rzL11t.t,,.,,m W .u uh, QR' I - 9 h . ' Hee 1-flip' hp lark 'Tvs Q ' ' 'mfiltlsj .ghj ff IH il!i'I with me? -. I iuulii. ON ull. farmlynzl in your mm w'0rdg?lY jfvs Illlligln ll! lfilluw how. te-:ers streamed down Healy and mind were :mul stretched himself 2 5' 1 le vue? Worked?- ws. But what was ilu- Bxirbarzfs-llis - e-vielcm-c was clear, ms sm for tomorrow. 'hat had he forgottell - im-r his mouth, 351 uvniing of the trial. gil 4-xpresion. ' rave .lu p0l'pf?Il1i1lll C lm .nf-w of the Carrol Q Vllpilflty' f uH10 wcvli, and 3h , S nvnts of whispenng ,-45 l f X- .i iiilPfffff' wif tl ,flllilfyf all ng 2 THE POTTER SHIELD The voices died away as George Brady rose to be sworn in. For the first time Barbara began to take notice of her surroundings. Your Honor, 'Gentlemen of the J ury- Brady's voice was low, but possessed remarkable carrying qualities, I will take the liberty of acting as the defendant's attorney, insomuch as my testimony contradicts that of the prosecuting attorney. According to statements made by recent witnesses on the stand, the known facts of the case are about as follows: About midnight of Saturday last, the officer on the Divisadero street beat heard a shot fired, one shot. It came, apparently, from just around the corner. As the officer hurried in the direction of the sound, he heard a distinct crash, as of breaking glass. A moment later he stumbled over the body of a man, still twitching. Death had been instantaneous, the bullet entering the brain. The officer, after calling for help, noticed broken glass on the pavement, and traced it to a window above the scene of the crime. When three men from the adjoining beats had arrived, the four went upstairs to the room with the broken window. The defendant was found in bed with a smoking revolver in her hand. Am I correct in my statements so far? The judge nodded silently. The jury were whispering among themselves. Barbara shifted a bit in her chair as Brady continued: A The assumption is, then, that the defendant shot at and killed the deceased from her bed-room window. The revolver found in the defendant's hand, as well as the broken window, seem to point to this conclusion-but-where is the motive? It is absolutely certain that the defendant was unacquainted with the deceased. Why, then, Your Honor and Gentlemen of the Jury, should a young girl of unquestionable character, shoot an absolute stranger, for no apparent reason? The thing is absurd. , But here is the point that absolutely proves the defendant's innocence. The bullet, on the coroner's own testimony, passed through the throat of the deceased, and entered the brain. Now, I ask you: is it possible for a bullet shot froman elevation of approximately twenty-five or thirty feet, to enter the throat and pass up through the brain? Your Honor and Gentlemen of the Jury, I think you cannot help but agree with me when I say such a thing is impossible. Brady stopped for a moment and swept hiseyes over the hushed courtroom. Then, taking a deep breath, he continued: Your Honor, may I suggest that you detail proper authorities to investigate my statements? Thank you. And in the meantime, would it not be possible to- PIC Pk Pk Pk :lf . Twenty minutes later the jury filed back into the box, silent and reserved. Benches creaked as people bent forward to get the verdict. I j George Brady sat with a peculiar smile twisting his mouth, but Barbara remained expressionless, as in a trance. The foreman of the jury rose awkwardly and cleared his throat. Your Honorf' the man fumbled for his words, the court-er-returns a verdict of 'not gwlltyf and recommends- His voice faded away as a sigh of relief burst from a hundred throats. wk Pk Pk PIC ik As Brady slipped her cloak over her shoulders, Barbara turned and touched his arm. Twenty-seven

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' it - . M rugs her 3 Tr- -. - n l ldilgyn for il, . ' lnrw, l HUM' . iii! Xl: i H! 5'011. A 15N i all Yuki w:Ntl1G I W i .1 Fi !h:!!!'0l1 ' xi . !e'!' li- wp might , , r P 4 Ihr! H-av-ju X! XXX' , THE POTTER SHIELD 1 Plodding Pete Ats a ole pepper, kid, knock it a mile. You can do it. What? Strike one? Say, Mr. Umpie, take my glasses, you need 'em. Aw, what do you want to hit at tha for? Way above your head! Ball one? That sounds better. Lay low on the high one's, kid. Ball two? Yea bo! Come on, now, pepper, pepper, pepper! More pepper on first there. Strike three. Ye gods and little horn toads! didn't I tell you not to strike at the high one's? That's two down. Oh! baby, look who's up-'lil ole Ploddin' Pete. Look at him hit it! Run, kid, run 5 slide, slide, atta boy. Safe on third? Hooray! you hit in two men. Take a lead. This lively line of chatter was coming from Live Wire Alston, who was coaching on third base, and who was recognized as being the liveliest and peppiest fellow in the school. ' The second man referred to was Plodding Pete Sharks, an exact opposite to Alston. He played right field and had gone through the previous season without an error, and hitting .346 5 yet somehow no one took any notice of him. Perhaps it was because he wasn't always fighting and getting into trouble, like Alston. Every- body knew Alston. He was a good student, but was nearly always in trouble of a minor character. He had played quarterback on the football team for the past three years, and was a good third baseman. He was full of speed, pep, fight and fun. On the other hand, was Pete Sharks. He was a fine student and was scarcely ever' in trouble. He had played right guard ever since he had come to Whittier Academy, five years before, and guarded right field without criticism, and yet somehow he wasn't considered a star. And yet somehow or other Alston came to the front, not for his playing, which was sometimes faulty, but because he was always a real red-hot twisting, peppy, live wire. He threw his bait of bull, to speak crudely, and the boys swallowed the bait, sinker, leader and yards of line. A The baseball team had gone through a very successful season, winning ten games and losing only two, and on the day before the final game with Bayville High the averages of the players were posted up. On examination it could be noticed that Shark's fielding had remained at the 1.000 mark through the entire season, while his hitting stood at .364 Alston's fielding was listed as .748 and his hitting at 284. Although his mark of 1.000 had been noticed, it had created very little stir, because after all it was only Plodding Pete. The next day was the great game with Bayville High and early in the after- noon the crowd of eager spectators began arriving. At three o'clock the game commenced, and from the very start it was a well- matched contest, neither team scoring during the first three innings. Then the pitcher seemed to lose control of himself and Bayville got in three runs. Until the seventh inning the score was unchanged, but by one good hit and an error Whittier managed to get in two runs, making the fever of excitement rise to an alarming temperature. Both grandstands were fairly creaking under the wild demonstrations of an excited crowd that had their whole hearts and souls in the game. At the beginning of the last half of the ninth the score was the same. Then something happened. Live Wire Alston got up to the bat, and got hit by the Twenty-mlne