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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88 THE TECH REVIEW 1928 Through a College Window Jerome Forman, ’29 “Coming to the show?” demanded Thomas Waite—better known as Tom— as he rushed into his room at the dormi- tory. His room-mate slowly looking up from his pile of hooks, muttered “No,” and then resumed his studying. Tom, disgusted, sat down on his heel. “Say, what’s got into you lately, Bill? All you’ve been doing for the last two weeks is study, study, study. What are you trying to do—get a hundred in all your classes? Bill, no doubt, was used to this talk, for he continued studying, through the speech. When, however, Tom had finished, he took time to say, “Don’t forget mid-year ‘exams’ start tomorrow.” “Ah ! 1 know that only too well,” sighed Tom, “but what about the show?” Bill now sat up and leaned hack in his chair. “Every day you’ve been flunking class work. You’ll never pass the ‘exams’ if you don't study tonight. Now, don’t wake up too late—study now! Don’t for- get what Franklin said: ‘Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today’.” “Oh hang Franklin!” exclaimed Tom, and continued laughing, “That saying was all right in his day, hut now it goes: ‘Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow just as well’.” Nevertheless, he took his hooks and l e- gan to study—or at least he made a great effort to do so. He became dazed—well not exactly dazed, hut he was really think- ing hard, and thinking dazed him. “Let’s see, there’s a history ‘exam’ to- morrow. Now was the battle of Mara- thon 490 B. C. or 490 A. D. ? Oh yes! Whom did the first Triumvirate consist of? And—Oh! What a good show I’m missing!” Bill broke the silence. “Who was the runner at the battle of Marathon ?” Tom, half to himself and half out loud, murmured, “Oh, Lon Chaney's play—” “No.” quickly responded Bill, “It was Phidippides. Who was Phideas?” This question brought Tom hack to reality, and with “Oh dry up,” he again tried to study. His memory retained several interesting things, such as: Han- nibal was the greatest Roman General that ever lived and Alexander the Great was a great Grecian King. His com- mon sense and history had no authority in these matters. Tom knew that they were correct—why, he could remember just as plainly as day, reading them. He had information of many events of his- tory in his mind, so that he could write something about them, even though his facts might surprise his professor. The following day was bright and clear. As usual, Bill was up first, but Tom was close behind him—an unusual occurrence. There was the regular hurrying in wash- ing and dressing. Bill, perhaps, was a little more quiet than usual; he always was just before an “exam.” But Tom, on the other hand, was just as active as ever. I f he passed the “exam,” he passed —if he flunked, well, he would have done his best anyway. Within an hour, both hoys were in their classrooms. At first, the professor gave the usual lecture on the wrongs and dis- advantages of cheating. Finally the “exam” began. Bill found it easy, and working at a