Sacred Heart High School - Vine Leaves Yearbook (Vineland, NJ)

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lowered his hand and took ten dollars from his wallet. “Now show me something interesting.” The lawyer reluctantly led the way to the dining room and was just al out to open the silver drawer when the front door l ell rairg. Racket didn’t know what to do. His first impulse was to run. A had break on his first job! At last he recovered his self-control. “That’s-that’s my wife coming home from the theater.” said the victim in a low tone. Well, listen. l egan Tier, “you open this drawer; then let her in. and l oth ofl you keep out of here for five minutes. I’ll l e watching; so l e careful or wife will l e a widow”. The last was added to throw off any suspicion of his nervous- ness. The lawyer started for the door and Racket peeped in through the curtain to see that his instructions were carried out. 'Hie man opened the door and let in a woman who aj j eared younger than himself. “Oh. Jim”, she liegan. “You should have come along to the show; it was so sad, everyone died in the end”. Then in a peevish tone. “ You work too hard anyhow, jim”. Jim was inwardly nervous,: but he knew that the burglar was watching him every moment, and one false step might be his last. In as natural a voice as he was able to command, he said, “Well, I’m glad you liked the show, Bess, but I really had to finish this brief, tonight”. Bess hung her wraps in; the hall and started for the kitchen. Just a minute, Bess”, said Jim. taking her. by the hand and pulling her into the parlor, “I want to ask your advice on an important point, here”. Well, it must l e in |x)rtant to’make you so nervous”, said Bess, beginning to notice his actions. Jim kept her in the parlor for a good five minutes, asking for unneeded ad - vice. “Well. I hoj e my advice will help you”, exclaimed Bess, finally. “And now for a bite to eat”. “Wait. I’ve a surprise for you, Bess. I’ll bring it in.” Jim did not want his wife exjx»sed to any danger. In fact he was very careful himself in walking into the dining room. The drawer was closed. “Quite a considerate burglar.” thought Jim, but when he opened the drawer, he found that the burglar was more than considerate. The silver was not even disturbed, and in the prongs of one of the forks was his ten dollar note. He wondered if he had fallen asleep at ‘his work and had lx en dreaming. The ten dollar bill in the fork proclaimed the adventure to lx? real. I guess the surprise is on me, he said as he returned to the parlor. There he told Bess the whole mysterious story. She was equally amazed and together they searched the house, but found no trace of the visitor; nor could the police help them. 'Hie mystery was never cleared to the public, until John Tier, President of the Tier Drop Company. Inc., manufacturers of cough drops, ca’led at the home of his sister on Landis Avenue, five years later, and explained why a certain burglary had not been completed on a Noveml er night five years Iwfore. and incidentally that the burglar had never continued his occupation, two people congratulated an ex-housebreaker on his success. K. HILLMAN M. KEARNEY 28

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WHAT IS SUCCESS? It’s doing your job the best you can, And being just to your fellow-man; It’s staying true to your aims and ends; It’s figuring haw and learning why, And looking forward and thinking high, And dreaming a little and doing much; It’s being thorough, yet making speed. It’s going onward despite defeat And fighting staunchly, but keeping sweet; It’s 'being clear and it’s playing fair; And looking up at the stars above. It’s struggling on with the will to win, And it’s sharing sorrow and work and mirth It’s serving, striving through strain and stress. And doing your noblest—that’s Success. CATHERINE ERHART -------o------ THE INCOMPLETE BURGLARY Eleven thirty of a cold November night with a heavy blanket of “fog settling over the town. Up Landis Avenue slouched a lone figure. It could J e seen to approach an intersection, dimly lighted by a flickering arc-light, where dozed an arm of the law and John (Racket) Tier had never liked men of that profession. As far back as he could remember, when his parents had first come to the city to make their fortune, he had had a fear of policemen. Perhaps it was lo- calise the crowd with which he had l een associating instinctively dodged them. His thoughts ran back to his home town, he wondered now his sister was. She had been adopted by a neighl oring family when he had come to die citfr. Except for some few uncles, she was his only living relative. She was younger than he, but in spite of that could always do his hardest problems at school and always helped him out of1 his various scrajos. A cold gust of wind brought his mind suddenly back to the present. That was 10 years ago. Tonight he was on his way to any dwelling which might yield something valuable for his coffers; he was to promote himself from a common pick-i ocket to the more refined posi- tion of burglar. Nervously he pulled his coat collar up for further protection. As he came to 11th St. where there is no longer pavement and the houses scattered, he started to look for a good house to work upon. He passed al out ten lighted mansions, but finally came to a darkened one. Cautiously he walked around to the back and to his surprise found a rear window unlocked. Quietly he raised it and climbed in. His flashlight showed him to l e in the kitchen. With continued caution he flashed the light around and finally worked his way into the parlor. In one corner was a man busy at a desk lighted by a small electric lamp. Surprised, John quickly extinguished his flash and jumped l ack. He took the man to l e a young lawyer about his own age. Making sure no one else was around, he walked into the room, and, in as hard a voice as he could master, said, “put ’em up, Bud’’. Immediately the young man complied. “Now,” ordered Racket, “dish out the valuables”. Slowly the young man 27

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BRETON SONG Oh the kingdom by the sea Is the place for you and me Where the ocean rolls great breakers on the shore— Where the sun shines bright all day And the graceful sea-gulls playv And the tide keeps rolling, rolling ever more. And when the sun is low And the golden lamp lights glow And the ! eacon streams its light upon the sea Along the shore I roam , Till the fishing fleet sails home Bringing home the long day’s toil for you and me. But when the sea is high And the waves dash to the sky And we sit about our fireplace cheer and bright Ah. then our hearts are sad And our thoughts turn to the lad Who is fighting the mad sea this awful night. But when the new day breaks And the moon her slumlier takes And the sea is calm as was her wont before Just a blackened spar drifts home As along the shore we roam With heads bent, the fleet will sail the sea no more. D. A. -------o----- “WOULDN'T IT RF STRANGE IF------------------ 1. I.)olores Arnade failed to use a large word in her speeches. 2. Jeanne Bacque got excited. 3. Adelene Cavagnaro wasn’t seen giggling in school. 4. Donata Cirelli forgot to ring the bell. 5. Thomas Dellorifice had wavy hair. 6. Veronica Downey came eariv for school. 7. Catherine Erhart liked Vineland better than Millville. 8. lean nett Fiori failed to get “her girl” in a game. 9. Anna Giacalone kept silence at a Boys’ Basketball Game. 10. Kathryn Hillman didn’t care for sports. 11. Mary Kearney was always in a grouchy mood. 12. Helen Langley missed going past a red light in her car. 13. Edward McDonald without a joke to crack. 14. W illiam Pearsall got high ”G’’ on his cornet without a flaw 15. Carlo Quairoli had one pencil to write with. 16. Veronica Rafter couldn’t relish D’Ippolito’s bread. 17. Charles Reilly took; size five in a shoe. 18. Marion Van Hook wasn’t seen at Phil’s on Friday night. VERONICA M. DOWNEY, '31 29