University of Missouri College of Engineering - Shamrock Yearbook (Columbia, MO)

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at - r s l ?iQ'!? l'0fk f r - 1'QL9- hand. Weinie who had be . ' C11 st d' ' . m an obscure Comer of the ro an 1158 But what was it I saw You Playing Om ma e ' ' . , with in your ofiifcey' The question was one dive fo th - , rl e frightened Fuzzy, directed at the innocent Cocky. grabbed the object caressed it and ' . ' Went Nothin b 15 1 awa mutt 8 H a urnen. Ithou ht u y erxng. knew all the time. g yo Seventy-Five lil til til i V Qtaking Q9ut y What is that, Mother? The Rodman, my child. His footsteps are weary, his accents are wildg His hair, how disordered! l-lis eyeballs, how hlear! And see where his necktie hangs under his ear. Rod up there! Hold her steady! ! Go down the hill! ! ! 7.8 Cut 2.2--No, hegosh, it's a fill. Half the roadbed, 13+ the slope l :l 9 No, it's lyq though, as sure as a gun. Well, that makes--!et's see-O! stick her in there. It'll do. Perhaps the contractor will swear. But no difference: We're the big dog in this light. No matter what's wrong, just swear it's all right. t donit know a beefsteak from a bone. A contrac or - H Now pick up your tools, and let's pull out for home. ' 1. I-I. K. B., Laurel Hill Swamp Angel. From the S. P., R. R. Transit I

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4 R ' sfiffyoci f some reason, known only to himself, slipped into the laboratory under the cover of night and taken the missing volt. Moreover, the object of theft was in his possession. It 'is true Hot Wad had not seen it but he had climbed through the Library window and watched Cocky through the transom leading into his oliice and had seen him slyly extract a small wooden box from an obscure corner of the small room, open it and, bending over his desk, fondle the contents with intent eager- ness. Although it was impossible for the sleuth to determine the nature of the contents it was evident that it was of a mysterious character and of ex- treme importance to its possessor. At last, the end was fast approaching. The crucial moment was at hand. The time had arrived for the inevitable arm of justice to reach down and clutch its human sacrifice. The stage was set, there only remained to seize the villain and wring from him a confession of his sin. Could this be accomplished by the usual third degree methods? Would the prisoner yield under a mere batter- ing of words? Although the con- catenated evidence was without a single flaw the eflicient detective reasoned that more than a mere attack of words was necessary to force the prisoner into sub- mission. The tools that were to aid in a more rapid solution of the problem had been selected and arranged. Oflicers Miller and Spalding strode heavily into Cocky's office. Cocky who. at this time, was sitting at his desk greeted the visitors with an expression of awe and solicitude. Deputy Spalding broke the embarrassing silence. As representatives of the law it has become I our painful duty to place you under arrest. Arrest-I don't understand-why, what have I done? Bearing a far-off forlorn expression, Cocky arose- from his seat. It is not our capacity to discuss the matter here, sir. You must come with us, sternly broke in one of the officers. Cocky, with bowed head, followed the two officers out. He was quickly ushered to the high tension laboratory. Inside all was dark, except for a cone of light which Hooded a chair sitting in the center of the room. The prisoner was thrown roughlyqinto the chair and the bombardment of words begun. A spot played over the stern face of the detec- tive as he stood bending over the cul- prit. On and on poured the unceasing How of questions and denials. Each question being punctuated with a shriek from the high tension Tesla Transformer. Cocky, although worn and haggard from the strain, refused to give under the con- stant pounding. Five long hours had still had one elapsed. The detective trump left to play. But I saw you with it-saw you fondling it-you have the volt hid in your office, bellowed the detective. No, what you-. As the prisoner's eyes brightened and was on the verge of relating, the do'or opened and Fuzzy calmly walked in. 'q I heard you were having some trou- ble about a volt. I am sorry-I borrowed it some time ago-during the cold spell. I needed it for the Light and Heat Sta- tion. As he spoke he held a small ob- ject on the palm of his outstretched S t l

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' MICHAEL, Cr the Misdemeanors of a ascot HE idea of Shamrock Hall, the being without a mascot! When being without a mascot, When Bob Sands mentioned this glar- ing inconsistency to our little home cir- cle we stood aghast at the astounding fact. Such appalling lack must no longer be tolerated if we were to preserve our prestige. Q The sense of the entire meeting being unanimous in favor of immediate ac- quisition of the missing mascot, the only matter for real discussion was the choice of kind. In his usual generous spirit Bill Spikes offered his services and we all agreed that his Simian features and un- usual bent for mimicry were especially adapted to fill the bill of a certain kind of mascot, but his insatiable appetite for popcorn and peanuts frightened us from accepting his offer. As mascot, Bill, of course, would be exempt from ever treating himself. So there was method in his madness. True, with a hand organ he might prove a profitable investment but as Babe Williams pointed out, QBabe comes from B,ill's home townj, some one would always have to be along to see that the mascot didn't graft. However,', says Terry James, what care we for money? To this and a timely suggestion from Hank Morey we owe our wise selection -a choice that we considered mostirep- resentative since it led to the purchase of Michael. What, indeed, could be more appropriate for true followers of St. Patrick than a real Irish goat? And what an asset he would be to our initia- tion paraphernalia! Also, the saving in the hauling away of tin cans alone, would more than offset the purchase price. What a docile goat he was, as we led him home in the gloaming! So at- tentive to all we said-an attitude that promised ,much in regard to his amen- ability to instruction-instruction that would be so necessary to his education as mascot of a Hourishing institution like Shamrock Hall. He accepted food and drink in true meekness of spirit and it was this becoming manner that so en- deared him to each of the twenty En- gineers who stood watching in admira- tion. Sorne goat! was the unanimous verdict of the jury that saw him grow sleek and fat on the daily fare provided at our hall. And nothing but deep appreciation from Michael-naught save the most ex- emplary behavior from our mascot-a course that we now suspect was mapped out with malice aforethought, his sub- sequent actions bearing put our belief that this subdued preliminary training was for the sole purpose of conserving energy for future mischief. Our first perplexity arose when Mich- ael, in addition to the ample fare pro- vided, persisted in consuming ten-foot lengths of hempen rope, which left him free to choose his own digressions through the neighboring yards. The loan of a chain by a long suffering neighbor failed to solve the problem, and we have always suspected, but never have we been able to prove that Bridget Seventy-Six 1 l l I 1 l I W +51 A' Tn lm MS J' Elin latin It W IM ?:ni Ea RS lid .ix Eli -ai :d 3? S TSI 35 iii 2 A-2 'Wu Z'- gm 151 V1' E1-.. iw 551 .W 34 it l. wi l l