Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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Page I4 THE SENIOR DOME ficienf for Gleep, who pushed her fo fhe floor- board unfil fhey were fairly flying. The speed- omefer regisfered fourfeen miles an hour and fhey confinued af fhis maddening pace unfil fhey were fhree blocks away, where Omar or- dered his pals fo fake Mary and Con fo a hid- den rendezvous whose owner he had previously bribed. The Evil Four wifh fheir remaining prisoner fhen fold him of fhe infenfion fo send him fo Omar's mud furfle farm where he would puf collars on fhe animals all day long. The Indian upsef fheir plans by confessing fhaf he was 'collar blind,' and fhey drove fo fhe docks in- sfead of fhe farm. 'We'II have fo drown you now,' explained Omar, 'As long as you would be useless wifh my mud furfles. 'Twould have been a more beau- fiful ending among fhose wild beasfs, buf musf be shall be, and now I shall gef a more biffer revenge.' Affer much sfruggling, fhe five men gof fhe old Indian info a burlap boffle and approached fhe edge of fhe dock. They were abouf fo hurl him in fo desfrucfion when, wifh a dramafic whoop, he broke ouf -and spoke heafedly fo fhe asfounded Omar. 'Ugh, fhinkum can gef away wifh heap much, yes? Ugh, no can dol' As he said fhis he sfepped up fo Omar, clipped him preffily on fhe chin and downed him. Omar picked himself up and wifh a look of confempf and hafe said: 'Think you're sfrong because you had onions for dinner, don'f you? Well, here's your finale.' Af fhis poinf fhe ofher assassins subdued Francisco, buf nof before he had awakened a policeman who was faifhfully freading his beaf. The bluecoaf rushed up and demanded fo know fhe reason for fhe uproar, buf spied Omar and knew by his mousfache fhaf he was a deep-dyed villain. 'Come wifh me, you guys. I know your game and if ain'f parchesi.' Omar waved a one-pound nofe before fhe bobby and wifhin fen seconds fhe laffer had done a mysferious disappearing acf. 'Lucky dal' wasn'f no American Dry Agenf.' venfured one of his pals. Whaf was fhaf crevice?' queried Omar. 'Lucky daf was no American Dry Agenf.' 'Why? WouIdn'f a Dry Agenf accepf money?' 'I-Ieh, heh, sure, buf nof one quid.' Omar fhen offered Francisco fen or fwelve shofs of Scofch fo keep him in good spirifs, and fhen, wishing fo gef fhe deed over, fhrew him wifh fhe help of his pals, info fhe Bosphorus. lpawdon, fhis is London: fhe Thames.l Francisco swamf . . . fo fhe boffom . . . and was drowned. The vile villains refurned fo gef Mary and Con and broughf fhem fo a palafial shanfy where Omar had some special process deer hide wifh which fo fie fhem. When sfrips of fhis, which could wifhsfand fhe ordeals of fire wafer, and soap bubbles, had been fasfened around fhe capfive pair, fhe arch-devils proceeded fo a deserfed saw-mill oufside of dear ol' Lunnon. This mill had been used fo cuf wafermelon rind insfead of wood, so fhe floors were ankle deep in fhaf vegefable producf. Omar fook fhe unconscious form of Consfanfine, fied if fo a large piece cf rind, and sfarfed fhe buzz-saws buzzing! Too bad, foo bad! In fhis case fhere was no sheriff's posse in fhe nick of fime or no good miracle, so, regardless of his feelings, Con- sfanfine spaffered around fhe Iiffle mill-room, and when fhe 'four devils' Ieff friumphanf, fhere were assorfed pieces of Consfanfine and wafer- melon rind on ifs floor. They fhen refurned fo fhe car and began a frip fowards fhe greaf open spaces wifh fhe idea of forcing Mary fo wed Omar. Before, when she had been asked, she had replied: 'As sure as my name is Mary Samel, absolufely nol' . . . Buf if would be differenf now: Omar would see fo fhaf. They were riding along when one of fhe sliffhroafs forgeffully fook ouf fhe folding bed fhaf he had sfolen from Consfanfine's house and began fo examine if. Omar, seeing fhis in fhe mirror, became furious because he knew fhaf

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THE SENIOR DOME Page I3 AnoTher person, however, was noT celebraT- ing . . . The villain oT The ploT, Omar Sleep, who was Mary's reiecTed suiTor solely because he did noT suiTor. Sleep had sworn To wreak vengeance on The love birds and alThough he had already poisoned The wedding-cake, chop- ped oTT Con's Thumb wiTh a cleaver, and slain Mary's Two-Third aunT, he desired more revenge. Accordingly, aTTer cudgeling his halT brain Tor a number oT weeks, he had hiT upon The plan oT exiling Con's lndian grandTaTher To his mud-TurTle kennels in ScoTland. ln The meanTime, There was greaT happiness in The home oT ConsTanTine. l-le had re-named The lndian Francisco and The old man had proved quiTe valuable and inTelligenT. l-le was only nineTy years old buT could already Trans- laTe SanskriT, Tind misTakes in Euclid, and con- sTrucT a B baTTery ouT oT Tishbones: however, he had one serious drawback. He had made no 'cuTe sayings' and caused no embarrassing mo- menTs', Thereby depriving Con and Mary oT Two dollars neT Trom The Tabloid dailies. DespiTe This, They sTill managed To love him and liTTle suspecTed Omar's Toul plans. The nighT which Omar had selecTed Tor The enacTmenT oT his deed Tinally came, as mosT nighTs do, and he, accompanied by Three vi- cious underlings, crepT To The house oT Con- sTanTine in The cenTer oT London and Torced an enTrance. They had liTTle diTTiculTy Tinding Francisco as he was sleeping downsTairs while repairs were being made under The radiaTor where he usually resTed To remind him oT his naTive climaTe. Francisco, however, was noT asleep, buT siTTing up in bed smoking Con's besT buTTs. Swear words, Tizzed Omar Through TighT lips, l wanTed Them weeds myselT. l-lereupon he began To Tear ouT his hair. Francisco smiled angelically and said: 'Be nonchalanT, old chap, smoke a herring.' Omar, Tearing ThaT his words had been heard by ConsTanTine, The Elder Berry, ordered a hasTy reTreaT. The Tollowing morning when Con came down The lndian, in sign language, Told him whaT had happened, and Con suggesTed ThaT he sleep in Their room in case OT repeaTed aTTack. Omar Sleep, alThough The villain, and There- Tore aT The auThor's mercy, had 'bulldog quali- Ties' and had resolved To geT even. ThereTore, under cover oT moonlighT and a slouch haT, he and Three OT his vile companions again soughT The liTTle green house. The TerriTic quarTeTTe Tound no Trouble in geTTing in, and being ex- perienced made no noise, save Tor The knocking over OT The radio loudspeaker and Two Tloor lamps. One OT Omar's broThers in DevilTry, when The leader's back was Turned, slipped a parlor suiTe and a Tolding bed inTo his pockeT, which illusTraTes The TruTh oT The old proverb: 'Thar ain'T no honor beTween crooks.' Omar Then led The Trio up The carpeTed sTair and aTTer each had Tripped, They arrived saTely aT The bedroom. The Tour desperadoes Then crepT inTo The room and observed The peaceTully-sleeping Mrs. Berry and The resTless ConsTanTine. Omar decided To acT quickly, so wiTh abouT TorTy-six deTT movemenTs he reached The bedside oT The snoring lndian, grabbed him by The TeeT, and was abouT To be oTT when Francisco awoke and began To yodel a Navaio war song. Sleep, wiTh characTerisTic presence oT mind, snaTched an apple ThaT was growing on The cloThes-Tree and sTuTTed iT inTo The ln- dian's mouTh. ConsTanTine, disTurbed by The noise, opened his Three big brown eyes and gazed abouT The room. l-le saw Omar and The sTruggling capTive and was speedily rising To score a knockouT on The demon, buT . . . alas and a laddie . . . he had Taken some oT Dr. Seevle's lnsTanT-AcTion Sleep- TableTs aT The opening oT The Spanish-American War, and as This was The beginning oT l932, They were sTarTing To acT, and he Tell back powerless! Omar seized This opporTuniTy To have his underlings bind and gag Mary and carry The limp Torm oT her husband downsTairs and inTo a car which was waiTing. They sped silenTly Through The ciTy as The moTor roared deaTeningly, buT iT was noT suT-

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THE SENIOR DOME Page I5 he had been Triple-crossed and haTed a sneak, so he sTopped The car, pulled his underlings ouT by Their necks, and began TighTing Them'wiT'h noThing buT a gaT, a s+iIIeT+o, and Two pairs OT brass knuckles wiTh which To deTend himself. 'Aw, gimme a break, boss,' whinecl The guiITy Triple- crosser. 'Okay, keed, whaT do yo-' wanT broken, your neck?' sneeringly reTorTed Omar . ATTer This wise remark, Omar puT on his slick- er as a proTecTion Trom The TorrenT oT abuse and shower of oaThs which rained TorTh Trorn The oTher's lips. I-Ie soon killed Two oT The ruTTians and The Third, having given him a IiTTIe Trouble, became enraged and Tinished him by sTabbing him wiTh his Cold model 'I' 77-I, and Therefore, The poison sinking in, hung him by The neck un- Til he was dead Trom The heaT. In The meanTime, Mary having seen her chance, Took a deep breaTh, broke The unbreak- able deer Thongs, and sTarTed The car. She had gone abouT a mile beTore Omar was Through wiTh his adversaries., Seeing whaT had happened, he sTarTed ouT on a run Tor The car, and as he was only on his Third carload OT Old Zincs his wind was sTilI good and he soon caughT up wiTh her and hopped on The running-board. 'Why did you run so TasT?. For me?' she asked. 'Oh, I'd run a mile Tor a Samel, anyTime.' he coyly replied. 'Give me ThaT sTeering wheell' he ordered, wanTing To drive in case They should be chased. Mary immediaTeIy Took ouT her I-Iandee- KIT, unscrewed The wheel, and handed iT To him. 'You won'T Teel so comical when I Tell you ThaT your handsome hero has iusT been saw- milled To pieces.' he gloared. She looked asTonished Tor a momenT buT Then answered, 'Oh, ThaT's all righT, I never did like him much anyway, and besides I'm Tired oT him as I've' been living wiTh him Tor a year now.' 'Will you marry me?' 'Sure, old pal, old paI.' So They drove OTT To his mounTain in The hearT of Philadelphia and lived sappily ever aT- Ter, concluded The wild-eyed young auThor as he looked proudly aT Miss Schnops. WonderTuII she breaThed, buT a noTe oT doubT crepT inTo her voice as she added, BuT are you sure ThaT iT's absoIuTeIy True? You know we prinT only genuine dramas of IiTe in True Files. The wriTer looked injured buT his Tace Then IiT up wiTh inspiraTion and he exclaimed: Cer- Tainly iT's True, and I have proof! I-Iave you, she echoed, WhaT? I arn Francisco! FranI beamed Miss Schnops, IT may be your genius ThaT inTrigues me, buT I guess, above all, iT's your naTuraI honesTy and TruThTuIness . . . I love youI CurTain R