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

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70 T II E T E C II R E V I E W 1930 plucking at the walls, the roof, whistling in the chimney; and the cheery crackling of the fire in the great hearth. A clock chimed six. There was no thought of sup- per. All were waiting for—for what none dared expect. Suddenly there was a pound- ing on the door. Joe rushed forward and tore it open. Then all gasped. Silhouetted by the flickering fire-light against raging storm stood Bob, carrying Ruth on his shoulders. “Found her. . . .Woods. . . .redeemed myself,” he muttered and then collapsed on the floor. Two days later Bob and Ruth sat on the veranda of the dining hall. A large moon shone clearly through the frosty air. You forgive me?” whispered Bob. “Yes.” “You love me?” “Yes.” “You’ll marry me?” “Yes.” He drew her to him, enclosed her in his arms and—but just then a cloud drew across the face of the moon. When it shone forth again the boy and the girl were again sitting in silence; but a brilliance in their eyes proclaimed that not only destruc- tion had come “out of the storm.” “THE MINUTE THAT SEEMS A YEAR” 1. When there’s just one chicken sand- wich left on the lunch-counter and you think the person in front of you is going to take it. 2. When upon returning to your home room at 2:30 and beholding a pile of pink slips on the teacher’s desk, you suddenly remember that you talked in study period that morning. 3. When you’re having a perfectly mar- vellous dance with some shiek at a Stu- dent Dance and you discover that the shiek thinks you’re somebody else. 4. When you’re trying to decide wheth- er you’re losing something, or whether its just that new-style long dress you have on. H. E. K. Hotel clerk: “I found that ‘Not To Be Used Except In Case of Fire’ sign those college boys stole.” Manager: “Where?” Clerk: “ They had it nailed up over the coal bin.” AIN'T IT A GRAND AND GLORIOUS FEELIN'? 1. When you get your first ad for the l ech Review. 2. When your advisor says you don’t have to take Nutrition. 3. When you get “A” in Civics. 4. When you’re at a banquet where the toastmaster is telling jokes on all the Scotchmen present and he passes you by. 3. When you have on a Princess dress and somebody doesn’t ask you where your belt is. 6. When an adoring little Freshman looks up at you and says, “Oh. she’s a Senior, ain’t she?” H. E. K. He was telling her about the members of his football team. “Now take Ted Seymour for instance, in a few weeks he’ll be our best man.” And then she lisped, “Oh, Adriance, this is so sudden!”

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1930 TUE TECH REVIEW 09 he idly picked up a scrap of paper lying on the ground. He absently started to read it, suddenly started, and bent intently over it. For he read: Dear Barbara: Knowing that you are the girls’ Eastern skating champion I think you can do me a favor. Come over to my cabin at ten A.M. R.M. So it had been Ruth Manning who had disgraced him! And to think that once he had even dreamed of marrying her. Grit- ting his teeth he arrived at his cabin and entered, slamming the door. Almost immediately it reopened. Ruth entered. “Oh, Bob,” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry.’ “Really,” he gritted, and stalking past her left the cabin. Ruth started after him, then stopped, biting her lip bitterly. A sob caught in her throat. She turned and walked slowly away. The next morning dawned cold and bit- ter. A bleak wind swept down from the north, driving the snow before it. At ten o’clock it stopped, but the ensuing silence was more ominous than the storm. At elev- en it broke out in all its fury. Snow whirled down from the low-hanging leaden clouds. 1 he wind howled and rushed and shrieked through the swaying trees. Darkness came at three but brought no cessation of the storm. Bob had sat all day in his cabin, re- flecting bitterly. At five o’clock Joe Sum- mers burst in. “Bob!” he exclaimed, “Ruth Manning went out for a walk through the woods this morning at ten and hasn’t returned!” “Well, what of it,” snapped Bob. “Why tell me, after what she did to me before everybody. Oh, I know,” he con- tinued, checking Joe, “ I found this note with her initials.” He passed the note to Joe. Joe read it silently. Then he turned on Bob, his eyes ablaze. “You cad,” he ground out, “You big-headed, chicken-liv- ered, contemptible cad. Why, that note was written by Roberta Mead in an at- tempt to cure your conceit, and Ruth Man- ning was the only one who opposed the plan.” Bob suddenly turned gray. He seized Joe by the shoulder. Joe,” he said hoarse- ly, “you wouldn’t kid me?” “Of course not,” replied Joe coldly. “Hey—where are you going? Man alive! It’s death to go out there! Even the guides who know this place like a book don’t dare! You—” But Bob had gone. Through the woods he reeled and stag- gered, buffeted by the wind and blinded by the driving snow. What a cur he’d been! Minutes lengthened into hours, hours seemed years. He grew unconscious of time, knew only that he must press on, on, on, he must find Ruth. At intervals he shouted her name but the shrieking wind whipped the words away and carried them down its empty alleyways. Guided by Providence, Kismet, Fate, what you will, Bob found Ruth. On the sheltered side of a giant pine she lay, half frozen. But for the shelter of the tree she must have perished. Bob removed his out- er coat and somehow put it on her. Then, carrying her on his shoulders, he started off. He knew not in what direction camp lay, knew only that it was to seal their doom to remain still in one place. Through the night came the swish of falling snow. Trusting in the fortune that had so far at- tended him, he pressed forward, for- ward. . . . In the large dining hall all the members of the camp were gathered. No one spoke. Each was busy with his own thoughts. I he only sound was that of the wind, howl- ing around the corners of the building.

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1030 THE TECH REVIEW 71 Slim of the Air Mail By Merrill S. Faxon, '30 Forty uniformed men were “whooping it up as the 5:15 came puffing into the station. These men were student-pilots at a government air mail field. They piled into the cars and sang songs. Slim Turner, one of the pilots, went into another car and gazed meditatingly out of the window. At the field he had a habit of coming in late with the mail, and each time he had received a stiff boiling-out from the com- mander. Turner had returned from the recent war with a little French boy, an orphan, whom he adopted. Colonel Adams knew that Slim liked to go home over the week-end and see the boy and had not revoked the privilege, even though Turner had been late several times. Slim determined to be on time hereafter and be fair with the Colonel. As the train started Slim turned from the window and observed that a very pretty girl sat opposite him. He proceeded to flirt with her, much to her apparent dis- comfort. He drew pictures of his com- mander as a little cranky schoolteacher and held them up for her inspection. Presently a conductor announced that the next stop was Rockington, one stop before Turner’s town. The girl gathered her things together and walked to the door. Slim followed her and begged her to tell him her name. As she stepped off the train she handed him her name card. A quiet smile drew in the corners of her mouth as she turned away. Slim waved goodbye as the train pulled out and then he read the card. With a drooping jaw he read: June C. Adams Box No. 6 Rockington, M—. The Colonel’s daughter! Slim picked up a newspaper and looked over the Help Wanted columns. The assistant commander of the airport. Lieutenant Robert Fulton, had spent a very strenuous week-end. He awoke Monday morning later than usual and dressed, ate and drove his yellow roadster in great haste to the airport. He knew that the new, big Fokker plane was going to be flown by Turner — a signal honor to the lucky man, Fulton had wanted to fly the ship, but the commander had as much as told him that Slim was the better man for the job. As the car sped along, a plan formed in his mind that would “fix” Tur- ner. So well was he pleased with his plan that the accelerator met the floor boards suddenly. Upon gaining the field Fulton went in the hangar where the plane was housed. He came out a few moments later, glanced around cautiously and went toward the office. Half way there he met Colonel Adams, attired in flying togs, headed for the hangar. Is Turner here, yet? asked the com- mander. No sir. He is late again. replied Ful- ton with an I-told-you-so air. “Humph! snorted Adams, “I’ll take that Fokker up myself. The grin left Fulton’s face and a look of fear took its place. But, Colonel Adams, you can’t fly that 9» I can’t fly what? There isn’t a plane on this field that I can’t fly. Here, Harris, the colonel said, hailing a passing flyer, tell the chief mechanic to warm up that new plane. I’ll want her in a few minutes.