Scarborough High School - Four Corners Yearbook (Scarborough, ME)

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THE For I! CORNERS 15 (Jerald: Where am I? Where are they ? u London ( ' hnrlie ' s! Diane! Claire! Robert: What do you mean, old chap? Have Diane and ( ' laire been kidnapped ' (Jerald: Oh, yes! I remember now. Two thieves tried to rob us and when they tried to lake Claire ' s ring, I jumped on one f ' em hut the other one hit me over the head and they grabbed ( ' laire and Diane and went off. 1 rt member one of ’em said : “London (’harlie’s.” I have it ! They must have taken the girls to “London Charlie ' s (’ale. (’all the police, quick, and we ' ll go after ' em. ( Reherr steps to the telephone and takes down receiver.) Robert (over phone): Police Head- quart is. please, and hurry. ILdlo. Police 11 adquart( rs ' Semi some men up to two t v niy-two South Street, (puck. (Slams down n reiver. ) Wouldn ' t 1 just love to have diem both by their necks. I ' d knock d e Millin ' out of ' em. If they dare take Diane ' s pearls I gave her. I ' ll kill ' em. I bex’ll j rnhahly hold ' em for ransom, i A knock en the front door.) 1 here’s the j ' I ieenu n now. drab your gun. (.Jerald, and come on. (Jirald: I don ' t feel much like it, but I ' ll do anything for ( ' laire and Sis. Robert (impatiently ' ) : Hurry up! The aii ' ll do you good. (Tliev run out.) (( ' urtain) ACT II Soi wk: At ‘ London Charlie ' s Cafe in the underworld of London ( Diane and (’laire are sitting in chairs, bound and gagged. The robbers arc sit¬ ting around a table, talking and drinking.) Diamond Jimmy: I’ll tell you what we ' ll do, Chief. We ' ll hold these wimmin for ransom. You sec that party one? Well, she ' s old guy Conway’s gal. He ' s a millionaire. We ' ll git the million, boy, or we ' ll keep the gal, eh? Night-hawk Johnny (approaching the girls): Well, my pretties, let ' s see what valuables you got on them purtv little fin- gcis a yourn. (Takes Claire’s hand.) Oh, my, if here ain ' t a diamond. Now, s ' posen you just give me that .for a Christ¬ mas present er suinpin’, eh? (Claire struggles vainly. Somebody pounds oil the door and the guard enters.) (Juard: Heat it, quick! The cops are coinin’. A whole carload of ’em just stopped out here. Diamond Jimmy: Hullygee! Hide the wimmin. (Jit cha guns ready and— (The door suddenly bursts open and the policemen enter, pointing their guns at tin. robbeis.) Policeman: I lands up, all of you. (The robbers hold their hands up while the policemen put the handcuffs on them. Robert rushes to Diane and Gerald to ( ' laire. They cut the ropes and the girls fall into their arms.) (Curtain) act i i i: Suicnk: Conway’s living-room (Mr. and Mrs. Conway have returned and arc waiting for their children. Mr. Conway paces the Hoor nervously, while Mrs. Conway sits weeping.) Mr. Conway (breaking the silence): Where under the heavens are those chil¬ dren? They knew we were coming at half-past eleven and here it is twelve o’clock.

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14 THE FOUR CORNERS (( ' nils over shoulder as she runs off stage): Wait till l get my wraps, like a dear hoy. (Jerald: Yes. forever, 1 suppose. Diane enters. Diane: I ' m all ready. Gerald: Let ' s go. (And they both run off stage.) (Curtain) Scene II. ( ' on way ' s living-room Same night. (The lights are otf and iht moon is shining in through the win¬ dows. Night-hawk Johnny and Diamond Jimmy enter through window.) Jimmy: Sh-h! If this ain ' t some swell chance. I wonder where that pretty little ‘‘million is ? Johnny: I ' ll say this is our chance, a wright. The old man and his dame ' s gone and we seen the kid go. I ' d like to lay my mitts on them pearls of Mrs. Con¬ way ' s. Oh. boy! And how! ( Both go around the house on tip-toes.) Johnny: Hey! Gimme the flash. I want ta see what time ut is. The kids ' ll be home bv half-past nine. Yumpin ' yim- miny! It ' s twenty past now. Jimmy: Pst! Duck! Quick! Here comes the kids. (They hide behind the piano just in time.) ( Enter Gerald, Diane and Claire.) Gerald (switching lights on): Well, girls, seems nice to be home again, doesn ' t it ' Diane: Yes, and Mama and Daddy will be home soon. Jimmy (poking Johnny): Some pips, eh ' Boy. look at the diamonds. Say, when do we start Jolmnv: Leave ut ta me! 1 11 turn the lights off, and let ' em scream a while. Then—well, you know the rest. Claire: Oh, 1 had such a wonderful time. ( ) awns.) Oh-h-hum ! W bat s that ( Oh! (She screams.) Diane: What — what ' s the matter, Claire ? Claire: Oh, 1 saw something; I ' m sure 1 did. ( Lights go out.) Ob, oh. nb. Ger¬ ald. what ails those lights ' Jimmv (coming out from behind the piano): Don ' t make a noise. (Claire starts to scream but he claps a hand over her mouth.) Jimmy: Better not scream ! (Gerald, seeing Jimmy about to take ( ' laire ' s engagement ring, forgot the re¬ volver and springs at Jimmy, only t get a smashing blow on the head from Johnny.) Johnny: Guess you ' ll know U m t next time, old top. ( Diane runs ever to (Jerald bu Johnny catches her and shouts to Jimm ' : Hurry to “London Charlie ' s. (They run off stage.) (Curtain) Scene III. Conway ' s living-room Same night. (Gerald is lying uncon¬ scious on the floor. Somebody knocks on the front door and receives no answer. Robert Ward ley enters.) Robert: Hello, everybody! (Sudden¬ ly he spies his friend.) Aha. what ' s this ' Gerald, Gerald, what ' s happened? ((Jer¬ ald only sighs. Exit Robert. In a little while he re-enters with a glass of water. He kneels beside Gerald and places the glass to his lips. Gerald sits up, dazed. He looks around him and sees Robert.)

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1C THE FOUR CORNERS Mrs. Conway (between sobs) : Oh, dear, oh, dear, w-what will we do? Where can they he? Oh. maybe somebody ' s kid¬ napped them. Oh. oh, oh (and she bursts into fresh tears). Mr. Conway: Good heavens, woman, don ' t sit there bawling:. Do something. Mrs. Conway: William, why don ' t you call the police ' Mr. Conway: Hang the police. They ain ' t no good! Mrs. Conway: Why, William Conway, vou just said “ain ' t. ' 7 on use the worst English and you ' re one of the richest men in England. (Somebody knocks on the door.) Mr. Conway: Good heavens, what ' s that ( ( Rushes to door and opens it. Some policemen and Diane, Gerald. Robert and Claire enter.) Well, of all things. Where have you children been ( Tell us all about it. Gerald (scratching his head) : M i ll, when we came home, two robl ers stepped out from behind the piano and said: ‘‘Don ' t you make any noise. But of course, the girls had to scream and one of ’em tried to take Claire ' s ring and I jumped for him, and the other one hit me on the head. When I came to. Bob was standing over me. Then we called the po¬ lice and raided “London Charlie’s,” and now the whole gang of em s in jail and we ' re sittiir pretty once more. Mrs. Conway (gasping): Gerald, what have I told you about using better English, and your father one of the wealthiest men in England. What will our social friends think 1 don ' t know what— Mr. Conway: Oh, for heaven’s sake, hang the English now. can t you ? 1 11 tell the cockeyed-world we are si11in pretty. (Mrs. Conway faints as the curtain falls.) F. E. L. and II. M. F.. ' • 1. UNKNOWN RICHES All old houses have some tradition that is dear to someone. This house was a beautiful old colonial house. 1 hen was everything attractive about it. It sat hack from the main road of travel nearly a quarter of a mile. A wide graveled path led straight to tin front door. On cither side of the path were tall maple live that dropped their shadows on it and in whose tops the birds chattered, seeming ' bid you welcome when you came in. I be bouse itself was pure white with lmuc pil¬ lars on either side of tin door. hi tin left side, overlooking a narrow st n . m ot water, was a large piazza. ( oni ' lWrtable chairs and several tables wen o,itrend about on it. All around tin house were wide, (veil lawns and more shade ' trees. Behind it were two large barns, also sev¬ eral small cabins, where the slaves lived. The old place bad an atmosphere of wel¬ come and of cheerfulness about it. This was tin home of Thomas Greene and bis family. He was not a poor man ; nor was be bv anv means rich, but be was very proud. He had reason to he proud, lie had a splendid old southern homestead, whose value was much increased by the traditions surrounding it. Ir was said that George Washington had often visi ted here. To Thomas’ grandfather lie had made some trilling gifts still treasured by Thomas, who would not have parted with