Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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24 THE lvtlRROR while experimenting with the rotating of the F. dimension, or something like that, that the Olympians had caused the whole class of 1925 fexcepting myselfl which had been at that very moment holding a reunion on Prospect Hill, to leave Earth and fall on Olympia. As the experiment could not be reversed, my class mates had been obliged to remain. The Olympians had received them into their society, taught them new things. and helped them found a colony. I had arrived on this new world by a repeti- tion of this same experiment. IVhen I asked Bob how they had been able to converse with the Olympians, he said that no language was necessary because the Olympians carried on all communi- cation by transmission of thought. On looking over the side of the plane, I saw that we were approaching a huge city of white, well-matched buildings, situated by the side of a large lake. On the outskirts of the city was a great field, surrounded by enormous barn-like struc- tures, and dotted here and there with aer- oplanes. Evidently we were to land there, for Bob turned off the motor and the great fbird glided downward. NVe struck the ground with a slight bump and rolled swiftly past a huge bulk to which my companion threw a rope. As the plane came to a sudden stop, the bulk disentangled itself from the rope and came towards us. It was Eric Is- aacson. He told me that as the planes were not built large enough to occom- modate him comfortably, he was em- ployed as landing ballastf Bob then ex- cused himself and hurried away as he said that he had an appointment with Phil Dubin, who was selling gold bricks for building purposes. I started to walk towards the city alone, but I had not gone far before a small, ramshackle automobile, whose rightful place was in a museum, drew up beside me. In the front seat I recognized Mike Marshall and Squeak Pierce. Af- ter shaking hands heartily they told me that having just bought the car from Rudden and Kearsley, promising dealers in worn-out automobiles, they had gone on a fishing trip. Although they had not caught any fish, they said that they had picked one up on the road. Sure enough-there was Bud Donahue in the back seat.I jumped in and we started for town. IVith Marshall pushing the car up hill and Pierce chas- ing it down hill, we made pretty good time. XYe entered the city and stopped be- fore a huge white building. Donahue told me that it was the court of justice, and invited me to go in with him as he was a witness in the case being tried. I entered and took a seat near the door. Alton March was pleading in a loud voice for the culprit, Irving Lohnesg but words seemed to have no effect on the stern- faced judge, whom I recognized as Carl Mullen. It seems that Irve, while sipping tea with Nigel Pattershall in the Parrot Tea- room, which was run by Bertha Pollay and Doris Dickey, had been seized by a fit of jealous rage because Nigel had beaten him at a game of checkers. In his wrath Lohnes had thrown a sugar bowl at Nigel, but had missed and had hit Elma Davis, a waitress, on the head. Bertha was suing Irve for breaking the sugar bowl. The jury, headed by Roy Petrie, was about to deliver its verdict when I was aroused by cries fire out in the street. I rushed from the building and looking over head saw the aerial fire department winging its way to a house a few blocks away, from which belched clouds of smoke. Even before the plane had half landed in the street an excited individual, whom I recognized as Paul Linthwaite jumped out and rushed into the building. I reached the place just in time to hear Paul say disgustedly, False alarm! It was only Honus Hicks and Dick Sut- ton enjoying their after-dinner pipe. I walked up to Paul as he started back for the plane. He informed me that after following his natural inclination, fires, for several years, he had finally been ap- pointed Chief of the Bull Durham fire department. His friends had generously presented him with a handsome pair of red flannel Ear Muffs. He had sworn in Fred Nies and NValter Brown as Deputy Chiefsg but as Fred was having his hair marcelled at Bernice Glycartys Beauty Parlor, and as Brownie had sprained his back trying to lift one of Bernard IfVolf's shoes, he had been obliged to fight fires alone for the time being.