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

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74 THE TECH REVIEW 1030 the cry and saw the body drop. With a roar of rage he ran toward the boy and the man ran into the cabin and locked the door, where he stood cowering at the sound of that terrorizing yell. With a heart-breaking sob. Slim gath- ered the dying boy into his arms. A feeble smile crept over the child’s white face, then death reached out eagerly to claim its victim. Inside the cabin this mysterious person- age tore off the strainer from the sink and desperately felt for the bonds that he had seen put in there. The sink yielded no such treasure, how- ever. Then as he was about to force Slim to tell where the money was, a heavy pine log descended upon his head. When Turner crashed through the door. he stood astounded at what he saw. In- stead of being greeted by a ruffian cover- ing him with a gun, he saw Fulton laying in a heap on the floor! Standing over the body with a log in one hand and a package of bonds in the other, stood Colonel Adams! Many things happened after that. Poor Jackie was buried with the whole airport attending. Fulton was convicted and given life imprisonment. Turner was made assist- ant commander of the Atlantis Airport. June Adams became his bride, and years later the retired colonel delighted in telling his grandchildren about how he was forced down in Greenwood Forest through a loosened joy-stick, and how he lived, un- known to Slim at the cabin, causing the shortage of food. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF Mary Crowell grew fat. “Ray” Westcott talked fast. Ruth Drew stopped “cutting capers.” “Dot” Skirrow forgot to smile. Esther Almy didn’t blush. Linda Anderson grew small. Leila Briggs stopped flirting. “Howie” Scholz lost his “school girl complexion.’’ “Tut” Ferrara was lost for words. “Mim” McLaughlin wasn’t bashful. Evangeline Jerald was seen without “Mim.” Helen Kinnecom couldn’t write “pea- chy” stories. Howland and Umstead didn’t go “out” to lunch. “Kay McCarthy didn’t chew gum. The girls in 3-4 didn’t have morning exercises. Somebody didn’t drop his dessert in the lunch room. ? ? ? ? Jessie C. MacKinnon. “The gum-chewing girl, and the cud- chewing cow. Are somewhat alike, yet different some- how. What can it be?—I see it all now, —It’s the look of deep thought on the face of the cow!” Hear about the Scotchman—who filled his fountain pen when he fell into the Black Sea?—who gave his “lassie” moth balls to put in her hope chest?—who licked his spectacles after he ate his grapefruit?— who, when he found a package of cornplas- ters, went and bought a pair of tight shoes?

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1930 THE TKCII REVIEW 73 it came to him that Fulton could have easily gotten rid of them for the night’s business. When Turner got to the hangar he found, to his dismay, that the huge doors were closed and locked. He ran to all the hangars, only to find them all securely locked. He happened to glance at the hospital and saw a plane, with its engine idling, in front of the grounds. In desper- ation Slim bounded over to it. It was the paint ship! Without hesitating longer, he climbed in and took off. The warm en- gine gave him the advantage over the other ship which had just left the port. The cans of paint, stowed in the fuslcage, jumped and banged around as Slim banked and turned. Then he gained altitude and straightened out after the other crate. I he tall pilot, musing over the darkness, felt a can against his heel. With a yell he struck upon a plan. Somewhere in the fuselage there was a can of luminous paint. If he could find a can he might get near enough to the other plane to dump the contents upon it. He had read of such a thing being done. Slim flew along, opening cans of paint and spilling some on the floor to see if it was the right stuff. In order to bring the cans in the tail down to him, he dove down until a number of them slid forward, then he would straighten out. Suddenly he yelled. He had found a can of the paint. Putting the can in his coat front, he zoomed upward at a sharp angle. The cans clanged and bumped back into the tail of the plane. This moving of articles was dangerous business and it took a good pilot to keep the ship from rocking too furiously. He had an idea the other ship would fly until dawn. As he urged his ship a little faster, he saw a big, black object loom up in front of him. With a jerk, he kicked the ship over in time to prevent a crash! The dim outline of an airplane was barely visible. The plane he was chasing! Frantically he gunned his crate which responded with a burst of speed. Turner’s hands flew as he ripped off the cover of the can of paint. Slim gained on the other fellow slowly. Evidently the other pilot couldn’t hear Slim’s motor. Then as Slim was up and in back of the other, he let the can go. It sailed down and splashed over the fuselage and streaked the sides of the plane ahead. Sud- denly a white spot dove, banked, slid, and did every kind of stunt in an endeavor to loose Slim. But it was simple sport just to follow a white, conspicuous batch. Tur- ner crowded, and “rubbed wings” and at last forced the pilot to land. Just as the wheels of the two planes skimmed across a grassy meadow, the first, faint, gray fingers of dawn pointed high up into the heavens. Slim did not recognize the pilot of the spotted plane. He released the boy who told him that the aviator had the bonds with him. A short time later, a little boy and a tall, blonde aviator took off in a white spattered ship, leaving behind a bound and gagged pilot with a paint ship for com- pany. In Slim’s cabin, the two pals hid the bonds under the strainer in the sink. “I’ve got to buy more food. Somehow I have lost a lot of it, lately. I have got to see if its safe enough now to return the money. I’ll be back soon,” said Slim, the next morning. Slim left the cabin and walked toward his plane. Jackie was watching him when suddenly he saw a man round the corner of the cabin and aim a revolver at Turner’s back! Screaming a warning, the boy dashed out of the cabin and threw himself in front of the gun just as the trigger was pulled! I he boy spun half way around and slumped to the ground. Slim turned at

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