Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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to the little party. One of the bullets found its way into the temples of the sergeant. Another missile struck Bacon on his thigh on the very spot where his right palm had been resting. His foref-inger was almost severed. The Germans, fortunately, did not attempt another shot. The next day Bacon found himself at the base hospital. After half a month of treatment he was moved to another hospital for the recuperat- ing, but he went minus his wounded forei-inger. The new sanitarium, as Bacon was entering it, seemed brighter, more homelike, sunnier. The morning after his arrival here the disabled soldier was sitting back on his bed, resting his back on two bulky pillows, eagerly waiting for his First breakfast. At last a white clad nurse appeared on the threshold, she walked directly to his bed. His heart leaped! If Barbara ! he exclaimed. Jimmie! Of all things, Barbara-Miss Thomas--are you in this game, too? Where else could I be? she answered simply. Well, how do you like it? he asked. As much as anyone could like war. But, Jimmie-you-you don't enjoy it, do you? Oh, as for me, it makes little difference, Miss Thomas. X Jimmie, what makes you talk so? You used to be so different! I have grown different, Miss Thomas. But, Jimmie, Barbara said softly, why do you call me Miss Thomas? Have you forgotten everything-everything? I've tried my best, replied the stoic. But I must beg your pardon -I should have-I didn't stop to think about you being married. I only knew your maiden name, you know. Married ! she exclaimed. I never thought of marriage ever since you went to France. You ought to know that, Jimmie. Since I came to France! he thought to himself. Since I joined the army! Seven months ago! But what are you going to do, now that I am leaving the army? They won't keep me any longer. I'm use- less-to them-my trigger Finger is gone. They tell me they are going to ship me to England on the fifteenth. How much longer are you going to stay here, Miss Thomas? God knows ! she said. But, Jimmie, oh, Jimmie! please don't call me by that name. Have you forgotten my first name--what you called me before that foolish quarrel-have you forgotten my name? The soldier started up suddenly, as if an idea had struck him: an idea altogether new to this world! He leaned forward and whispered: Bobby-will you sail with me-will you start life over again--with me ? Yes, Jimmie, yes. My! but I thought I never would get you to ask that question again! Cl -George Tsiros, 8. zz

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l ,Is gi.-v - -.4-f-L,-.st-:Ji:.fT.A. ..:Y,-,-gi.,-1,'?, W - riff? 9 , KFL . ss -fi 34 L, '5'-..ig .s1f,fr, .W- I, 'what in the deuce are you doing out here at night? Advance and be recognized? I recognized him all right! It was Lieutenant Cunning- ham, and he dispatched me hither this morning ! On a dark night a couple of months later a party for laying wire entanglements was preparing to go into No man's Land to reinforce the impedimenta, as Julius Caesar used to say. One of the six that were going to make the perilous and hazardous undertaking was Bacon. By this time he had been thoroughly hardened, he had forced himself to become a disciple of fatalism-he reveled in any obstacles and reverses which fate might choose to hurl against him. Besides, Bacon had all the qualities of a real man, minus ambition. The barbed wire squad jumped over the trenches and they were soon at the place of their destination. They quickly got down to work, and for the first hour much was accomplished, then a strange tap! tap ! was heard. Bacon stopped pounding for a minute Che was the post driverj. At first it was thought that the sound was merely the echo of Bacon's sledge-harnmer. But the echoes went on long after Bacon's pounding was stopped. Soon it dawned on them that it was some Germans, not far away, engaged in the self-same work! Huh! said one of the men. I hope those Huns don't begin shooting. I wouldn't be surprisedf' added another. It would be just like them, boys, whispered the sergeant, but we've got to Finish this job. On with the work! said the grim and dauntless American, as he raised the ponderous hammer and took a full swing at his post. But he struck too hard, and the handle broke in such a way as to render the hammer useless. Well, said Bacon sardonically, I've done it! And this is the only one we brought with us. Gentlemen, we shall proceed no further in this business. I move we adjourn ! Sir, reprimanded the sergeant, parliamentary procedure will not help to tangle up the enemy. Give me that broken handle! Meanwhile you had better have a seat before one of those Prussian gentlemen on the other side chooses you, admonished another. That reminds me, said Bacon, not taking the least heed to his fellow-soldier's suggestiong those fellows have quit hammering, too. Maybe they don't need their sledge. Shall I go over and ask Fritz if he can spare us one? Private Bacon! retorted the sergeant, that will be enough fool- ishness from youg lie down and wait for orders ! In accordance with his superior's commands, Bacon stretched out his body on the ground 3 using his elbow for support, he rested his head on the palm of his left hand, while he laid his right on the length of his upper side. just then a volley of missles was rapidly making its way 21

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Candidates for Graduation, january, 1918 A born lcmlcr of men'- XVOITICH, too. Clam Prmii llllf '- i Tennis T1-am, '15, '16, '1' . 1 , 16 C. GORDON FENNELL RUTH HARKINS C. WILBUR KNIGHT As sho sings, shi- laughs: up A business man, indeed. and down the scale. Clam T,.L,aXm,L,,, Vive-I'r1-.vifieuf Forum, '15, '16, '17 Clzamiuadc Club, '16, 'I7 Piuafore Tennis Clzampfon Forum, '14, '15, '16, '17 '16 Debating Tram Bur. .Wanager of Srrifw, '16i '17 ,I7 Nathan Hale, Trarle Team, 1st, IJ. Soldan Batlalion ,U 17 Clam Day Co1111111'H1'C RALPH EMERSON ETHELYNE SWARD JOHANNAH LUCILLE. WALLIS 'Tis a merry life. WEIL He can't evcr make those Dra,natiCG1t1'ld 117 Her hair is like thc rippling Cycs behavu. ' waters of Niagara. 23