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

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1930 THE TECH REVIEW 07 over the crawling line they discharged bombs and flew up to safety again. After several such operations, a smouldering heap was all that was left of the train. Then the two boys headed for home. I he double victory held no thrill for them now. It was a sorrowful pair that climbed out of their planes at the field. They walked with bowed heads to the house. Yvonne, seeing only two familiarly- marked planes on the line, ran into the house and saw two grief-stricken lads at a table. She went over to them and sat down. Where ees Georgiee?” she asked, look- ing from one to the other. He—he was— down!” replied Bob, huskily. He ees not dead? Oh, no! Yvonne cried, yet knowing full well what the an- swer would be. A nod answered her. Bob arose and strode into his room where he threw himself on the bed and cried bitterly. How he cursed those Huns! After a while he got up, washed his face and stepped out into the room again. Across the room was Yvonne and Jean in each other’s arms. Jean was kissing her ten- derly. Bob stepped back into the room and softly closed the door. Would this streak of bad luck never stop? First, it was George, and now it was Yvonne. God, how he loved her. Then he stood up. He’d be a man and not a cad! He had lost in the battle of love and now he would con- gratulate the winner. He found it very hard, however, to shake Jean’s hand and smile at the beautiful girl. Next morning. Bob was awakened by a commotion in the big room. The place was bristling with excitement! Upon inquiry Bob learned that a German Ace had been raising havoc with the American Overland Transports. Truckload after truckload of Doughboys had been blown to bits by this fiend of the sky! No one had been success- ful enough to stop him. It would have to be a fast, clever, dare-devil to down him. Bob’s division had been called upon to furnish a man to try his luck w-ith the Ace; and Jean volunteered! Bob found him packing up and trying to quiet Yvonne, who would not listen to his going. Bob also pleaded but to no avail. That night Bob sat in his room thinking. Why should he try to keep Jean from going after this fiend? Hadn’t he volunteered to go on this dangerous mission? If Jean never returned, and there was little hope for his return, Yvonne would be his. Why should he save the Frenchman? Later in the evening a grin overspread his face as he went over the plans for the affair he was about to put through. Pres- ently he looked at his watch, yawned and got into bed where he fell into a troubled sleep. Just before dawn, an aviator walked through the midst and fog of the early morning to a waiting plane that was warm- ing up. He started early so as to avoid the heart-breaking parting from his fellow officers. He climbed into the cockpit, snapped out a muffled Contact to the waiting mechanic, and roared across the field just as the men ran out of the house. I hree hours later the men of the Divis- ion were listening to a thrilling piece of news. The German Ace had been downed by the Allied flyer after a terrific battle! I he flyer had lost his life in the conflict, though. The Division Commander just finished the message when a great banging came from Bob’s room. The men opened the door and there on the bed, tied hand and foot and gagged, laid the struggling Jean!

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 » THE TECH REVIEW 1930 Three Musketeers of the Air By Merrill 5. Faxon, '30 “Viva la France!” ‘ere’s for Hold Hengland!” “For Old Glory!” Three airplanes sped across the field and rose simultaneously into the air. A Frenchman, an Englishman, and an American, the famous “ 1 hree Musketeers of the Air” had taken off on another ad- venture together. The mere sound of the name struck hor- ror and deadly fear to the breasts of the enemy, and sent a thrill of pride to the hearts of the Allies. Death and destruc- tion followed hand in hand wherever these three went. The trio had fought, lived, flown and done everything together except —love! There were three heroes but only one girl. None of them would confess their love for her publicly, but each had secret yearning for her. As the flyers took off. this girl, Yvonne, stood on the edge of the field and gazed with thoughtful eyes after the disappearing planes. Each time the boys had gone away, they had bidden her goodbye, but this time Bob, the American, had not even raised his eyes to her when he left. What had she done? Had she offended him in her fun- making with the other two? With a shrug of her lovely shoulders she returned to the farm house. Meanwhile, high up in the sky, the three flew along at a rapid clip. Jean, the Frenchman, was whistling a ditty; George, the Englishman, was polishing his monocle on his coat sleeve. (He and his eye-piece were inseparable) ; but Bob sat staring moodily ahead. He knew how his two friends loved the French girl and he also knew that he couldn’t live much longer without her. Suddenly a terrific roar crashed upon their ears! Looking up he saw nine big Fokkers bearing down upon them! A glance to the side showed him that his fel- low-pilots had also seen the enemy. 1 he German formation broke up and cut loose with their guns. Flashes of fire spit forth and riddled the three Allied planes. Bob played his Vickers upon one of the Huns and let out a yell of triumph as it fell out and burst into flames. Then he centered his attack upon another plane. His finger pressed the gun strips and the hostile pilot slumped in his seat, his crate whirling over and over as it careened to earth. Mean- while, George and Jean had each accounted for two ships. The remaining planes then turned and scooted for home ground with the three Musketeers pounding after them. Suddenly one of the fleeing planes dove and came up on George’s tail! Before George could kick his ship out of danger, a round of Tracer bullets imbedded them- selves in his neck! With one terrible gasp the dying man jerked his plane around and locked wings with the enemy ship. Down both planes hurtled and crashed far below! Bob and Jean stopped chasing the other planes and circled down to the flaming wreckage. There, amidst that burning mass was the cremated remains of a plucky Brit- isher who had avenged his own death! Sadly, the remaining two gained altitude and flew on to their task. I heir hearts were heavy as this was the first time a bat- tle had been fought without the three be- ing present. I hen, far below them. Bob saw what they had come to destroy. An enemy am- munition train was carrying supplies to the Boches. Bob wagged his wings and he and Jean flew down. When they were directly

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08 THE TECH REVIEW 1930 Out of the Storm By Kenneth L. Godfrey, '30 On a December afternoon a skating race was in full progress on a small frozen lake, situated far up in Maine, near the Cana- dian border. A short distance away was a winter camp, which during the Christmas vacation was being patronized by a large number of college students, groups of which now lined the shore of the lake, laughing, shouting, and urging on their favorites. On the lake six bodies, swayed, six bodies skimmed through the intense cold, each with his eye on the finish mark, a scant fifty yards away. In this particuar race none of the weaker (?) sex were participating. Suddenly one of the six racers accelerated his speed, his stride lengthened, and he sped across the line ten feet in advance of his nearest rival. No outburst of cheering accompanied the finish; the conversation of several boys and girls on the shore might have enlightened the uninitiated. Oh, Bob’s won again! said a girl named Roberta Mead, stamping her foot. Joe Summers spoke. “ I he trouble with Bob, he said, is that he knows he’s good. Bob’s a good scout and a likeable sort of fellow, and if we could cure him of his conceit in some way. . . . “I wonder,” mused Roberta. Suddenly she emerged from her reverie. Listen! I know just the thing! There’s a girl coming here tomorrow who’s. . . .’’ 1 heir voices sank to an indistinct mur- mur, which lapsed into a discreet silence as Bob Rogers, the topic of their conversa- tion approached. I all, dark, good looking and debonair, he might, even as Joe had said, have been extremely popular but for his conceit. Hi! gang, he greeted them. Taking a girl, Ruth Manning, by the arm, he walked off. See you later, he grinned. When out of sight of the group, Ruth halted. “Bob, she began earnestly, ii »» you— Yes,” he interrupted, “I’m good and I know it. Haven’t we had this out be- fore? Ruth sighed. She knew from experience the results of an argument with Bob. They disappeared among the trees. I'he next afternoon Ruth, accompanied by another girl, met Bob. “Meet Barbara Jensen,” she said. Bob bowed. He found himself comparing Bar- bara with Ruth. She was pretty, he admit- ted, but side of Ruth. . . .Aloud he asked, Skate?” “Somewhat.” Ruth interrupted. “Take her on the ice. Bob, and see, she laughed gaily, but the troubled look in her eyes belied the laugh. And so ten minutes later found Bob on the ice with Barbara. A large crowd had assembled but Bob did not seem suspicious. After skating for some time he said to the girl, “I’ll give you fifty yards handicap and race you once around the lake.” All right, agreed the girl, but no handicap. Bob grinned silently. He’d start off slowly and then. . . . He never liked to think of the rest. Bar- bara reached the finish line ten yards ahead of Bob, who never stopped when he crossed it, but continued on up the lake. Far up it he stopped and removed his skates. Cries, cheers, and jeers drifted up to him. He burned with rage and mortification. To be beaten by a girl! He walked slowly back to camp, anger and disappointment searing him as with a red hot iron. Nearing camp