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

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fr T .127 A- A he ,-v AIT 5:1-' ga-A .ff-as-1-'M Two Twos for a One AMELS, please. Q51 i'1i joe, the owner, janitor, clerk, and general what-not of joe's Smoke House , at this moment was star-gazing Eg-fe ' out into a bleak, dismal October day, which showed no 'A signs of weakening. Rain had been falling in a slow, aggra- vating drizzle for the two hours since lunch. He got up from his seat by the blurred window, and complied with the request. This sure is a mess of a day. joe said this merely to break the silence of the smoke house. It is, and-U But here his speech, and the silence was disturbed by a big, burly man dashing through the door, and across to the counter. Quick, Brother, two twos for a one! There's my bus! As if hit with a whip, Joe leaped into action. He banged the No Sale key on the register and made the change. The stranger scooped it up and with a Thanks called over his shoulder, was gone. Always like to help a guy like that, said Joe, to the lone cus- tomer, I was in the same Ex once myself. He chuckled, The Way that bird dashed in here! Two twos for a one- He shot a hurried look at the bill in his hand. Why-why that guy! He dashed out of the smoke house, yelling like a mad man. Stop, thief! Hold that man! He's a crook! But as he reached the sidewalk, he saw the bus already in the distance. ' joe dashed back into the store. Quick! Closing up, he ordered to his only customer, who was already on his way to the outside to watch developments. joe turned the key in the lock, and was running off as though a man-eating lion were behind him. A yellow vehicle parked at the curb gave him an idea. He jumped into the cab. Catch that bus, he ordered. Caught, came over the driver's shoulder, as he sped off. As Joe drove away he did not notice a puzzled man trying the locked door of his establishment. The cab shot forward at a hazardous and law-breaking speed. It gained rapidly on the bus. Pass it up and let me off a block ahead. O. K. 114