Walkerville Collegiate Institute - Blue and White Yearbook (Windsor, Ontario Canada)

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BLUE AND WHITE to run away. His preparations made, hr waited until it was dark. Then, while everyone was sleeping, he Left the dormi¬ tory, and approached the gale. He stopped, horror-stricken and bewildered. He could not believe his own eyes. There, standing in front of him, was the one person lie dreaded—the master. What was he to do? Was he to give tip all hope of freedpfn ? Robert lived through a million years in that one des¬ perate moment, Xu, he would never go back to that dreaded place. Somehow he must escape. While Robert s mind had been racing, the master had been standing in front of him, his expression a combination of anger and smug satisfaction. “Til teach you to try to run away from me 1 he cried producing a whip which Robert knew only too well. He lashed it furiously down upon Robert ' s shoulders. Stunned, Robert fell back, and the master raised the whip again. In that brief moment Robert ' s hand fell upon a cold object lying on the ground. It was a lead pipe. He grasped it and leaped up at the master with the fury of a tiger. He might have hit the master once, or he might have rained a dozen blows upon him. He did not know. His mind was blank ex¬ cept for that one thought, to escape. Hut, after touching the Cold body of the master, he knew one thing for cer¬ tain, that he, Robert Jones, at fifteen years of age was a murderer. You may find it hard to believe that a bov fifteen years of age could be a mur¬ derer. but I think that you could not find it as hard to believe as Robert did. Rob¬ ert was scared, there was no denying it. He thought to himself, what can a mur¬ derer do in this case? Run away? No, he would first get rid of any evidence. He buried the lethal weapon then dragged the now cold, limp body of the master to a clump of bushes and hid it. Satisfied that no one could find the body, he turned around to take one last look at the only home he had ever known. Then he set out down the winding road to seek his fortune. He hopped a freight train for the wild, windy city of Chicago, As soon as he arrived he started on the wrong foot. Joining a gang of killers he helped them operate a series of robberies, kidnap¬ pings, and murders, and soon became a full-fledged gangster. He was getting more money than he had ever dreamed of, and at the age of twenty, he thought that he had experienced everything that life could offer a person. Robert was very much mistaken, for he had yet to ex¬ perience the most wonderful thing in life—love Laura Carson was her name. She w as a stenographer in the Acme Furniture Co, Robert met her at a party, which she was attending with her fiance, Fred Acme, Although he did not mention her to any¬ one, all he thought of from that day on was Laura Carson. His colleagues in crime noticed a change in him, and began to distrust him, Robert had taken Laura out a few times, but had never told her how he felt about her. One day, on the spur of the moment, he proposed. When she told him she was engaged to be married, he was stunned, lie left immediately. Entering his car he drove around for a while in a daze. He could not believe that the per¬ son he loved, loved someone else. He felt hurt and cheated. He had never known any happiness before, and now that it was so close to him it did not seem fair for him to give it up without a fight. Lie decided that if he could not have happi¬ ness, Fred Acme should not have it either. With this thought in mind he drove to his gang ' s hideout. He found them planning to kidnap Fred Acme Fate, he thought, was on his side. For every per¬ son the gang had kidnapped had been killed sooner or later. The kidnapping, strangely, took place on Friday, September LI Acme left his office with Laura Garson. When they reached the sidewalk, two of the mob¬ sters approached and ordered them to enter a car waiting across the street. Thev were then driven to the hideout and Page Thirty-Six

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BLUE AND WHITE placed in a large, dimly lighted room. Robert did not know that Laura had been brought along with Acme, so you can imagine his surprise when he walked in, Laura pleaded with Robert for their release, but Robert was not going to he cheated of revenge on the one person who was in the way of his happiness. At last, in desperation, Laura begged him to let Acme go, and kill her. When Robert heard this a change immediately took place in him. Laura was risking her life for the man she loved. He would show his love for her by risking his. Untying them quickly he told them to leave. As soon as the back door closed the gang walked in, Robert tried to hold them off till Laura and Acme got away. Fie suc¬ ceeded. but was killed in the attempt. And thus ends the story of a man who lived in tragedy and died in tragedy, a man who was a victim of life. FRANK KRAMIETCH, 9K WINNERS OF THE BLUE AND WHITE POETRY CONTEST First Prize FLIGHT The airscrew whirls, the engine coughs, and whines, Then hursts into a roaring sea of sound. Yearning the prison earth to leave—all signs Of bonds to lose. Forward, inch by inch it crawls at first— Faster,—the stick pushed forward— ' tail is up— Faster, the ground shoots by-—for flight I thirst-— I’m off the ground ! The craft gains height in leaps and hounds, and flies, A thing of grace, a bird set free to seek Ether ell freedom in the windy skies. To live again ! Soaring up and up through heavenly blue Of timeless, boundless, weightless space. all mine. I ' m free to fly, forgetting grief 1 knew When hound to earth. Flying high, so high above the earth Immune from all the cares I knew below Untouched by strife Lve known since birth. ' Tis then ! live! RILL ORO, 13B Second Prize THE LONELY PINE On a high and rocky mountain Stands a tall and gnarled pine—- Her branches of green, many sights have seen As she grows on the mountain alone. Her friends one by one have fallen Beneath the blow of the axe. But alone now she stands And guards her lands Like a sentinel at a gate. The winds have slashed at her branches. The storms have torn at her sides. Rut she stands and laughs at their mighty staffs As she grows on the mountain alone. In the quiet cool of the evening The birds come to rest on her boughs. And she lulls them to sleep In the quiet deep Of evening, when all is at rest, ANNE SMUTCH, IIA Third Prize ODE TO OUR TEACHERS Their ' s is a job most tiresome, One that ' s fatiguing and hard. They have to battle the jokers. Those guvs w ho are quite a card. They try to control their tempers. But alas, quite often they don ' t, W hen opposed by some dumb student. Who seemingly can ' t or won ' t Do all the homework assigned him ; He gives some flabby excuse. Like forgetting to take his book home, Or living away out in Puce. Page Thirty-Seven