Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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86 THE TECH REVIEW 1928 elevator downward. The next morning, upon coming to work Beverly found a note awaiting her. With eager fingers she tore it open. It was from Wilbur, it ran. Dear Beverly: I got the job all right and am working hard so I wont have time to write more but will see you Saturday night and tell you all about it. Your friend, Wilbur M. She read with eager eyes and all that day went about her work with unusual zest. Saturday night came at last as Saturday nights have a habit of doing and Wilbur kept his word. Promptly at 8:15, he pressed the door hell button at Mrs. Standish’s was admitted and warmly greeted. Me told Beverly all about this new job, looked into her eyes more than once and received some valuable informa- tion on thrift. Saturday night followed Saturday night and Wilbur was no more a stranger at Wheeler St. He called her “Billy” now and Saturday nights were not the only times he saw her. On one particular night they were re- turning from a theatre. The summer night was warm and the roadster top was down allowing the breeze to fan their flushed faces. Strangely enough the car found its way to the park where it drew up to one of the lakes and stopped with its lights dimmed. There was romance in In the Melting Pot: “Next.” Who, me?” “Born?” “Yes, sir.” “Where?” “Russia.” “What part?” “All of me.” “Why did you leave Russia?” “I couldn’t bring it with me.” “Where were your forefathers horn?” “I only got one father.” “Your business?” “Rotten!” “Where is Washington?” “He’s dead.” the air. A full moon shone down on two majestic swans as they proudly swam along. '1'he moonlight was reflected as the gentle breeze made little riplets on the lake. Both sat in silence admiring the beauty of the scene before them. Then slowly Wilbur’s arm crept along the back of the seat until his finger tips just touched his companion’s shoulder. She did not move away but seemed to relax and sway nearer. Both looked straight ahead. Wil- bur's heart was heating double time. Sud- den he whispered nervously, “Billy there’s somethink I’ve had on my mind. Some- thing I want to tell you. Something I want to ask you.” Why go any further I may he heartless in leaving them here, 1 am quite aware but all these sorts of things end in the same way, so why should 1 tell yru som- thing that you already know? If this were a moving picture the final sub-title, I think that is what they call them would probably read somewhat like this. “And thus with two hearts heating as one they strode hand in hand down the pathway of Life each shar- ing, loving and forgiving, until the end.” However this is not a moving picture and what is more it never will he, so with perfect frankness I shall simply say, “They lived happily ever after.” “I mean the capital of the United States?” “They loaned it all to Europe.” “Now, do you promise to support the constitution ?” “Me? How can 1? I’ve got a wife and six children to support.” Did you hear about the Scotchman who fried his bacon in Lux to keep it from shrinking?

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1928 THE TECH Here Wilbur interrupted. “Say is Irv. Mason your brother, why we went to high school together.” “Indeed,” she responded, “and I hope you didn’t flunk out with him too.” “O no I contrived to graduate. That is in time.” “Where was 1. Oh yes, I was going to tell you that I work here as a companion to Mrs. Wilson the millionaire widow. It’s not a bad job, that is when she is feeling good. There that’s all,” she exclaimed brightly. “I’m not such a very mysterious person, am 1 ? It's your turn now,” she added. “Oh no.” responded Wilbur “it wouldn’t be interesting.” “Yes it would, come on now.” “No.” “Yes!—Say is this a duet.” “Yes-er I mean no.” “All right then go ahead.” “Well” hesitated Wilbur “er I was l orn—.” “Really,” with a twinkle. Starting on a new tack. “In School they used to call me “Squash”.” “That’s interesting, don’t stop.” Warming up. “My parents are both dead too and before I moved here 1 used to live in Pittsburg, and that’s all I can think of he concluded lamely. “Why! I was just really interested when you stopped. There must be more. Where do you live and what do you do?” “I live with my uncle.” “All right, and what do you do.” “Why I just live with him.” “No, no, what do you do, where do you work.” “Oh I sec what you mean. I don’t work.” “What! Do you a perfectly strong healthy man, mean to say that you don’t work ? That you live on your uncle ? That you reap the harvest of the money that REVIEW 85 he earns by the sweat of his brow?” “He doesn’t sweat getting it,” was the best Wilbur could do. He couldn’t im- agine Uncle Charlie sweating over any- thing but a golf game. “Just the same,” returned his com- panion heatedly “for any man who is so lazy, who has so little ambition that he prefers to sponge on a relative rather that support himself I have no respect. Who do you think you are anyway, John I). Rockerfellcr? I suppose your Uncle bought that car of yours too.” “Well, if I knew where to get a job,” responded Wilbur weakly. “If I really thought you meant that,” she responded dubiously. “I think I know where you could get one.” “Honest I do mean it, that is if I could come and see you once in a while,” eag- erly. “Oh I suppose that would be necessary. You would need someone to keep you straight, I suppose. “Done then,” said Wilbur. “Where do I go to get the job.” She wrote rapidly on a page of Wil- bur’s address book and had hardly handed it back to him when the voice hailed them again from below. “Hi, there,” it said, “the motor’s OK now try it.” Wilbur did, the elevator moved. Sud- denly coming abreast of an exit Wilbur’s companion pressed the button and the elevator stopped. “This is my floor,” she exclaimed as she swung oj en the door and stepped out. “You needn’t wait to take me home,” she added. “Oh yes,” he remonstrated “I can wait.” “Such a man,” she replied “I said no, now go see about that job.” “You are a better man than I am Gunga Din,” murmured Wilbur as he re- luctantly shut the door and started the

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