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

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TILE ROUND TABLE 9 around here.” The next day Tommy was kept in the house, but toward noon he man- aged to slip out the back door un- noticed by his mother. Prince knew that Tommy was not supposed to leave the house. Running up and catching him by the sweater he pulled in the direction of the house and tried to get him to go back, but it was of no use. Tommy’s eye had been caught by a bright butterfly, and he started out in hot pursuit towards the woods behind the house, with Prince following him. Diamond Back, the old rattler, had slept all night in the little woods be- hind the Hunter house. Now that the sun had become hot, he uncoiled his seven feet of glistening length and started to push his blunt, ugly head through the underbrush and grass to- wards an open space where he intend- ed to sun himself. He was interrupted by a crash in the underbrush. Instantly he coiled and as a small child emerged in front of him his venemous eyes fairly blazed, and he drew back his head to strike. At that instant there was a rush and Prince was upon him, sixty pounds of solid muscle with snarling jaws and gleaming teth. Diamond Back struck. Before he could strike again Prince had him by the back of the neck. Tommy’s mother who had missed him and had come in search of him, arrived just in time to see the whole incident. She snatched up Tommy, who had remained unharmed, and rushed into the house. As swiftly as possible she telephoned for a veterinary, for she knew that Prince had been bitten. It was several hours later. “So you think that he may pull through, doc- tor?” asked John Hunter. “Yes,” replied the doctor, “with good nursing he will come around al- right.” “I certainly am thankful—excuse me a moment, doctor, there’s the door- bell.” When he opened the door, John Hunter encountered Mr. Smith. “Good afternoon,” said he. “I am sorry, Mr. Smith,” said John Hunter, “but I’ve reconsidered my de- cision. You couldn’t buy that dog for a million dollars.” W. M. T., ’25. -------o------- OUR GYMNASIUM To the Board of Education of Red Bank, N. J., which we are proud to call “Our Board of Education,” who in their work conceived the idea,—to the tax payers in Red Bank, N. J., who by their vote made possible the carrying out of that idea, to our Faculty who we feel assisted with constructive criti- cism,—and to the engineers and crafts- men who are making the idea a real- ity, the pupils of Red Bank High School wish to express their apprecia- tion for the gymnasium now under construction. The need of a gymnasium in the Red Bank High School has been great for years. With advanced education, athletics under proper supervision, has stood out more and more as indespen- sible. While other municipalities have provided well equipped gymnasiums. Red Bank has, until now, been without one. To our instructors great credit is due for the place Red Bank High has attained in Athletics, but it is reasonable to assume that our position would have been impregnable had we had better and more equipment.

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8 THE ROUND TABLE PRINCE Prince was one of four bird dog puppies. At first he looked very little like a prince, and there was nothing to distinguish him from the other puppies. They were chubby little balls of fur with square little noses and very wabbly legs. It is at this age that a puppy becomes curious. From the first Prince was the most adven- turous. There was a small runway which led up to the kennel, and several times his master was awakened by a feeble wailing in the middle of the night. Upon investigating he found that Prince had come down the runway, but his puny legs were not strong enough to enable him to climb back. There he sat, with his little nose point- ed straight up at the sky, and howled. As the puppies grew it became ap- parent that Prince was the largest and most intelligent one. When they were six months old his master, John Hun- ter, sold the other pups. A few weeks later Prince’s mother went also. Prince was the only one that his master kept. That fall Prince accompanied his master many times into the fields. He learned to point, charge, heel, retrieve, and come to the whistle. As Prince grew up he developed into a magnificent specimen of English Setter. He was truly a Prince of dogs. He was of a creamy white color with a few quite large black spots and many “ticks.” His face was black with a narrow strip of white down the middle, and over his eyes arched a brown eyebrow. His legs and tail were heavily “feathered.” Prince was very dignified, and he had a habit of sitting upon his haunch- es with a most solemn expression, and gravely offering his paw to shake hands. He was also very fond of his master, and was never so happy as when allowed to accompany his master in ranging through the fields. In the evening he liked very much to lie in front of the open fire with his head upon his paws and his eyes upon the face of his master who sat smoking and looking at the fire, or reading. Next to his master in Prince’s affec- tions was Tommy. Tommy was nearly five years old. Prince realized that it was his duty to stand still and gravely endure the most disrespectful treat- ment at the hands of Tommy. He must have his ears or tail pulled, or else be used as a saddle horse. There came a time when things did not go well with John Hunter. The mortgage upon his little house was due and he did not have enough money to pay it. A dog as good as Prince brings a high price, and when Mr. Hunter was offered $400 by a man named Smith, he consented, much against his will, to sell Prince. Mr. Smith was to come for him in a month. The days slipped swiftly away. Prince noticed a change in his master, for whenever his master spoke to him there was a note of sadness or regret in his voice. One evening as he was reading before the fire John Hunter spoke abruptly. “To-morrow Mr. Smith comes to pay me and take Prince away. You know, I half wish that I hadn’t consented to sell him. But what else can I do?” “Nothing,” answered his wife. A few moments later he spoke again. “I think it will be a good idea to keep Tommy in the house to- morrow,” he said, “I see that a large rattle snake has escaped from the cir- cus and is supposed to be somewhere

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IO TUE ROUND TAKLE It is true that the problem of hous- ing Red Bank Students has demanded the attention of Our Board of Education; therefore, they are to be especially complimented upon their execution of a plan at this time that provides more class rooms as well as a gymnasium. We understand the gymnasium will be ready for use February 1, 1925. The Class of 1925, although apprecia- tive of the benefits they will receive, regret that they will have but five months to enjoy the new gymnasium, but they and all who follow the Class of 1925 wish to thank those who made it possible for Red Bank High to have a gymnasium. H. N. T., ’25. -------o-------- CLOVIS THE GREAT It was a dull, dreary day in Septem- ber. The rain was coming down in torrents, and a biting wind added to the general discomfort of it all. Such a day had Mr. Clovis Loso chosen to sail for Europe to secure material for a story. He had always been unlucky with everything he had attempted, having served as taxi-driver, detective, carpenter, mail-man, policeman, and what not, especially the “not.” But now fame had come to him. His poem “To a Dickie Bird” had been bought by THE FAIR HAVEN CHAT for seventy-five cents, and so, with his wife and small son he was sailing for Europe. He was dressed as befits an author—dark suit, flowing tie, and horn-rimmed glasses. He didn’t need glasses and they hurt his eyes, but he solved the problem by removing the lenses. “Have you everything, Ruth?” he asked. “Yes, I guess so.” “Then come,” and he took Junior by the hand and walked up the gang plank of the steamer awaiting his arrival. “Clovis!” With a slight frown, he turned, “What is it?” “The water,” she gasped, “did you turn it off in the kitchen?” “Why—why, I tho’t you did that,” he said. “Oh dear, what a man! My floor will be ruined. You go right back and turn it off.” Meekly he obeyed. When he open- ed the door of the apartment he was greeted by a flood of water that darted swiftly past him and cascaded down the stairs, carrying several articles of furniture with it. By climbing from chair to chair he finally reached the sink and shut off the water. Then fishing out the telephone, and hanging the kitchen table on the chandelier to dry, he made his way back to the ship. Alas:—he was greeted by the fran- tic waving of two pairs of arms and a cry of “Clovis—the boat is pulling out! ” What to do? Oh, he had it. He would take a run, a jump, and land gracefully on deck. He stepped back, made a dash forward, and landed— where? I blush to tell it. As he leaped, he missed, and fell—but on his downward trend a projecting nail caught him by the region of his trous- ers used for sitting purposes and he hung poised between sky and sea. “Let me go,” he yelled, kicking wildly. A mighty rip repaid his efforts and he went into the water. A life line was thrown, and in a few minutes he was on deck, surrounded by a group of glowering mortals, somewhat like dragons about to