Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

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6 THE ROUND TABLE How she loved the small bit of paper which represented the one romantic event of her life! “Rosemary, Oh, Rosemary, -she heard her father call. “Yes, father, I It 'be right down.’’ Again hiding the precious paper she frantically brushed back her many bobbed curls and ran down stairs to the lonely dinner with her father. Since both were occupied with their own thoughts, there was very little conversation between father and daughter. At last the dinner was over! Rosemary’s father seemed as anxious to leave the house as she was to get back upstairs. Tonight was to mark the end—or was it the beginning of her adventure? Since he had begged her in his last letter, she determined to elope that night with her very sentimental lover whom she never had seen. She noticed black clouds in the east but what did she care for such trifles at a time like this! Even when it grew dark and 'began to rain she had little thought of the weather. The old mill was to be the place of meeting, for such had been romantic- ally suggested by Rosemary’s lover. It was far over by the river, but in spite of the increasing clouds, after she had dressed again, she started hap- pily forth. At last she reached the place, and, she recognized the faint outlines of a human figure coming towards her. The only sound was the patter of rain! Her heart gave a queer little jump as he drew nearer. She had hoped to see him but no, it was too dark. He gallantly helped her into his car. Why, how familiar that seat felt, but of course there were thousands of the same make. Anyway she couldn’t see clearly enough to be certain. They drove on, blissfully content and per- fectly at ease, for did they not know each other thru their many letters? How easy it was to be near him; his presence seemed almost familiar. He was an ideal lover and she was satisfied. Presently the car stopped with a jerk, and Reginald lovingly assisted his ■sweetheart to the ground. They started up the steps to the minister’s house. The minister expecting them, had left the porch light on. At last she could see the face of her beloved! Moving closer, she looked up expectantly------- “Why—why—why father!! ” —D. H., ’23. -------o------- A LITTLE EXCITEMENT Lieut. Dick White was busy! For two days he had been very carefully examining a new plane which had ar- rived at the flying field that week. He was now ready to try it out, but before doing so, he wanted to become thor- oughly familiar with it. This plane was the first of its kind. It had a gyroscopic stabilizer and auto- matic controls, so that the pilot could set it in a certain direction and it would hold to its course. It was also pos- sible to set the control so that in a certain time the plane would land itself. A few minutes later Dick put away his tools, satisfied that on the morrow, if anything went wrong, it would be no fault of his. After getting out of his overalls and cleaning up, he went to the bungalow near headquarters, which served him and his bride as a home. As the afternoon was hot, Helen and he decided to take a short flight in a plane Dick had just bought from the

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THE ROUND TABLE 5 STOP! LOOK! READ! WRITE! Don’t forget the Story Contest! ! This contest is to get' material to be used in every issue of The Round Table. One story was handed in for this number. Isn’t is possible that from a student body of three hundred, at least ten of that number are willing to write and can write stories? Surely, no one wants the contest “called off’’ be- cause of inability to write a story or lack of interest in writing one. If you don’t know all about this easy way of making yourself rich, read about it on your assembly room bulletin board. If you don’t know all about it then, see the editor. DOUBLE-CROSSING CUPID Another letter had been carefully smuggled into the house for Rosemary without the knowledge of her father. Having received it, Rosemary ran quickly to her room where tsbe eagerly tore it open with a hair pin. “Oh, what a wonderful letter! He’s just like the knights of olden times,’ she breath- lessly exclaimed. Then crossing the room, she drew from its hiding place in the bottom of 'her jewel case a creased and worn little newspaper clip- ping, and again she read— “I am a prosperous business man with no predominant faults. I would like to correspond witb a respectable young lady having matrimonia] inten- tions. Signed, Reginald Clair.”

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THE ROUND TABLE 7 government. Helen was in the obser- ver’s seat and Dick had just started the engine when an orderly came up and said that the commandant desired to see him. As Dick went off, he called back to Helen to shut off the gas. As she climbed into the pilot’s seat to do as he had said, she thought “Why not surprise Dick by going up alone?” Ac- cordingly, she gave the plane sufficient gas and made a pretty jump off. When Dick came out to the field again and saw the plane circling overhead, he was more than surprised, he was scared stiff. He knew that although Helen knew something about flying, she was by no means an experienced aviatrix and furthermore she had never flown alone. Dick didn’t stop to think, he just acted! He ran to the hangar in which the new plane was being housed, wheeled the plane out, had the engine going, and was in the air almost in less time than it takes to tell. By this time all the men, not on duty, were watching to see what was going to happen. Slowly Dick rose until he was above the other plan, then 'he maneuvered until he was flying about ten feet above and a little in front of the other, at the «same time locking the controls and setting the landing device of his own plane. Those below saw him climb out onto the wing and then down onto the undercarriage. For an instant they saw him hang by the hands then drop into space. As he let go a cry was wrung from the lips of all on the ground, because at almost the .same instant that Dick released his hold, the other plane for some unknown reason headed straight up into the air. Death at that instant stared both Dick and Helen in the face, for if the propeller hit Dick, as it seemed it must, he would be cut to pieces, the propeller would be shattered and Helen, Dick, and plane would crash to the earth. Dick must have been born under a lucky star be- cause the propeller just missed him and as he fell, he felt something hit his arm. As he grabbed at it his hand closed around a bar. He held tight, although his arm was nearly yanked from its socket. He had caught hold of the undercarriage of Helen’s plane by some good fortune, lift was then a simple matter to climb into the observer’s seat and land the plane by means of the duplicate controls. Helen had fainted. That was probably the reason the plane had changed ibs course so suddenly. A little water and smelling salts soon brought her around and a few minutes later the other plane landed, guided by its automatic controls. —J. M. K., Jr., ’23. -------o-------- THE REFORMATION OF A PESSIMIST The Zenida Club had just finished its nightly game of poker. The men were lounging around, smoking and laugh- ing. All their jokes were directed to- wards poor Jones, who had just lost nearly a hundred dollars in the game. “Well, Jones, old sport,” said one of them, “You do look rather down in the mouth. What’s the matter?” “You’d feel just the same, if you were I,” said Jones. “Just lost my last cent and the old man won’t give me any more for two weeks. I wish I were dead!” he added bitterly. “Ah, but Jonesy, my boy,” laughed the other, “You’d have a hot time after death!” “Nothing could be worse than this,” growled Jones, as he flung himself