Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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THE TOWER LIGHT Hank was certainly puzzled now. Thoughts followed each other in rapid succession. What were these fellows doing with the other one? They looked almost like young kids with their old, unkempt, mud-caked clothes and the torn shirts and pants. But look at that livid, sinister cut under the eye of that one standing over by the case-what's he leering at me for? I bet I know what they are. Tough gangsters. Probably taking this kid for a ride. I've seen it in the movies. Or maybe they are kidnappers. The papers have been full of that kind of stuff lately. Who do they think they are kidnapping citizens of this country? They won't get away with it, though! I'll stop them- But what shall I do? There are three of them here and one out in the car, four against one! What should I do? At this point in Hank's reflections the prisoner finished his call, and as all walked out of the store, Hank stared helplessly after them. The black car sped along the road with four very jolly men and one sullen, dejected one. The chief topic seemed to be centered on the gloating words, They'll never catch us now. They won't even trace us where we are going. Don, who was driving, suddenly slammed on his brakes and ex- claimed, What's wrong here-look at that car drawn right across the middle of the road? Before anyone had time to answer their car was surrounded by men yelling, Put them up. Don't try to get away. State cops , came weakly from one of the occupants of the car. The more original driver began with, Listen, officers, we were not doing a bit over thirty-five-- No, that's not what we want you for. Come along to the judge and explain the handcuffs on that young man. We had a call that you devils were coming along this road. Well .... l, it's like this .... Tell it to the judge. Four very confident young men stood in front of the judgeg the look on their faces implied- this is going to be just too easy. The other man stood off to one side while the police tried diEerent keys to remove the handcuffs. One of the policemen who had aided in the capturing of the gang was talking, We received a call a little while ago from the storekeeper in Pleasantburg. He said these men came in his store and acted like kidnappers, so he called us up. Why, surely. It's like this. This is the season of the freshmen- sophomore banquets at the college. The freshmen try to hold the presi- fContinued on Page 231 20

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THE TOWER LIGHT ions covered with very select French leather. The desk was probably the 'most interesting fixture in the room, for although it was apparently like other desks, its make after close examination was quite unique. Its finish was mahogany and the entire upper surface of heavy plate glass enclosed -a map on pressed mica of the United States and a portion of Canada. By this arrangement Colonel McCormick could remain seated at his desk and trace the story of his treasured forests to many listeners. The entire office seemed to be in daylight, although there was no glare as from the sun, this of course being due to a highly perfected method of indirect lighting. Imagine one having an office in which decorations alone cost 325,000 and visiting it only a few hours a month. Start saving your pennies now! JOHN F. WHEELER, jr. 7. cafiiifap Reward Unwanted . T was one of those towns in which everyone lives on one street. It was a very pretty street lined with huge old elm trees whose upper branches met and formed a perfect green canopy. On this particular afternoon the thoroughfare was deserted except for a large black touting car that raced down the street and jerked to a stop before the store of the town. Hank Applegarth was very much surprised to see four young men enter the store. It was not exactly the men that astonished him but rather that one of them was handcuffed. Have a telephone in here ? inquired one. Why-yes-over there-, the staring Hank pointed. O. K. I'll take off those handcuffs and then you call up your folks and tell them you won't be home for awhile. Tell them you'll get in touch with them later on. Don't try to trick us now. As the man was speaking he ran his hands through his pockets in a seemingly vain effort to find the key. With a look of disgust he finally turned to the others and exclaimed, I can't find the keys. I must have given them to one of you. ' After searching their pockets the others protested that none of them had the keys. Don, for he seemed to be the leader of the gang, almost shouted, I remember. I gave them to Buck and he stayed in town. Well, 'kid', it seems you'll have to call with those things on. Make it snappy. 19

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THE TOWER LIGHT The Library - - - At Your Service Welcome A new face greeted us this year upon our first visit to the library. Miss Stitzel has gone back to college for a year, and in her stead is Mrs. Netchaeff. Mrs. Netchaeff spent two years at the American Library in Paris where she was first assistant cataloguer. She also worked at Enoch Pratt. Mrs. Netchaelf likes Towson for a residence and her position at State Teachers College. Yes, there were other new things about the library this year, too, industrious new students who have lost no time in making use of it. If you don't believe it, try to break through the line of those who are getting books checked, soccer veterans, too. It is an everyday occurrence to find every table and chair being used for useful study. How many of you have been attracted to our new delightful corner devoted to many and varied high class magazines. Look these periodicals over and see if your favorite is not there. Read them. It is the only way to keep up with our ever-changing world. To help us choose wisely, we have posted in this corner the ten outstanding articles for each month chosen by a Council of Librarians. We have many new books to add to the 30,000 already in our library. Don't wait, read them. Perhaps the following will be suggestive: 1-Kaye and Smith's Superstitious Corner , a gift of Miss Van Bibber this year to the library. 2- Southern Albuml' by Sarah Haardt QH. L. Mencken's wifej. B. ROYSTON. 4555630 Caddie Woodlawn BRINK, CAROL RYRIE- Caddie Woodlawn -1936-New York: Macmillan 84 Co. 32.00. PD. 270. Caddie Woodlawn settled herself contentedly between Maggie Bunn and Lida Silbernagle just as the class in the one room school was about to begin. Across the aisle sat Obediah jones, the bully of the class, who now stretched his long, lanky legs across the passageway and put his feet on Maggie's desk. L Stop that , said Maggie indignantly. Who says so? snerred Obediah, stretching out more than before. I'll tell teacher, said Maggie with anger in her voice. Who cares?', said Obediah. I ain't afraid of anybody in this school. 21