Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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TIHII ' T1I©EIK. This, replied the brother, pulling out the letter Tom had written him soon after his arrival in Warsaw. I hae come to take him hame wi ' me, he said, so that I can help pro- tect him frae ony foreign spies. The workman stared at the stranger, con- vinced of the truth of his statement. I ' m afraid you are too late, he said, Tom saw you this morning and took you for a British spy. He ' s gone — I don ' t know where. Roderick Gray immediately began a search for his brother. He remained in Warsaw and the vicinity several days, in hopes that Tom would return. But he did not. When at the end of a week not the slightest clew had been dis- covered as to the direction the refugee had taken, Roderick sadly returned to his home. Weeks passed, and his Warsaw friends heard no word from Tom Gray. Was he somewhere apprehended b} ' spies from the old country and arrested by them? Did he go into hiding uiider some other name, waiting till such time as he might feel safe to seek his brother? Did he drift to Chicago or some other large city, there to be swallo ' ' ed up in its maelstrom of poverty-stricken hu- manity? We do not know, for as far as we are concerned, he is enveloped by a silence as of the tomb. VIOLA C. NEHER. lExrpHS laggag Nn. 13 OLLY was just an ordinary girl, full of fun, and ready for any ad- venture which might turn up. Tho ' not unusually pretty, she pos- sessed an attractive face with a saucy little nose and merry black eyes. On this particular morning, the girl, standing at the window looking out over the back campus where AVillow pond lay spark- ling in the morning sun, was thinking of the past four years spent in the southern college from which she had graduated last night. Now she must return to the great city with all its bustle to make her bow in society, with nothing to do but attend a ceaseless round of gaity. Suddenly she Avas recalled from her thoughts on hearing her room-mate re- mark with her slow drawl, Molly, you ' d better be gettin ' yo ' trunk packed if you intend to leave on the next train. ' ' Indeed, when looking at the clock just two hours remained in which to finish packing, reach the station, procure a ticket and check her baggage. Putting aside all her aireastles, Molly fairly threw things in her trunk but on looking for the key, it was nowhere to be found. She hurriedly unpacked things ' till the missing key came to light; then replacing them tried to turn the key in the lock only to find it broken. At this critical moment in came the baggage man whereupon Molly found some rope for him to tie around the trunk and after tying the lid down he took it aAvay. By this time fifteen minutes remained to reach the station. Leaving the biulding, Molly paused a minute to take a farewell glance at the old buildings, and the long avenue of locust trees, now in full bloom, making the air frag- 1 1 T 133 more] Only two thing ' s keep some g ' irls from ' beingr good dancers — their feet

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THE TIOEE stor-ics of far ' -off Scoliand. One cNciiiiiLr as ho sat thus, his employer ' s sixteen- year-old (laii iht( ' i ' canic tionic Ifoin a walk with a f ' cifiul, a few minutes after dark; Tom opened his eyes wide in astonishment. Aye, aye, lassie, he said Ri-avely, Tis na weel far youn folks to he out sa late. In bonny Scotland we could na do so. Ane time whin I wis young, eoui ' tin ' my sweetheai ' t, i look her hame sa late as fifteen minutes pa.st eight, we found hei ' niither greeting:; as a punishment far eausing her sa muekle t rief, 1 wis for ' hidden to see my sweetheart agen fai- a whole week. Tis na weel far lassies to be out sa late. So all who knew him, learned to like the friendly Seotehman, hecause he seemed to take such personal intei ' est in all with whom he was associated. Many a good counsel he gave to the little boys, who loved to follow him ahout while he was at work, — listening to him sing sf)ngs of Scotland in his rich baritone voice and broad Scottish accent, or telling stories of his boyhood, so different from their own. Don ' t ye ever be onything but gentlemen, laddies, he would .say, Keep yer hearts an ' yer lives an ' yer lips clean. This world has too nnickle need o ' clean men fer bonnie lads like you to grow up to be onything else. This worl ' s garden is too full o ' weeds now. Do ye be u.seful plants. In his own land Tom had been a landscape gardener, and much of his conversation was tinged with imagry learned in the garden. As the weeks passed, Tom ' s interest in his new home seemed to increa.se, until suddenly one Sunday in August he saw an item in a Chicago paper, that the country was full of spies, looking out for men who might belong to the armies of Eui ' ope. Then Tom ' s peace of mind was gone. I ' ve talked too much, he said to his employer, I ' ve told too many peo- ple my story. I fear some one will tell those spies about me. He became nervous and fearful of every stranger who came to the place. Then one day in October he suddenly looked up from his work to see a stranger intently watching him. That mon is a British spy! was the first thought which flashed into his mind ; he at once found duties to carry him into another part of the building. A short time later he again saw the same man enter the door and stop to look at him. Tom was tei-ror stricken! He did not stop to i-eason or inqiiire : his employer was absent, and there was no one in whom he wished to confide. Slipping away to his little room, he changed his clothes, came hack and told one of the men that a spy was after him and that if caught, he would have to die. And without stopping to even draw the wages that were due him, Tom disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him up. An hour after his disappearance, the stranger whom he had seen walked boldly into the garage and addressed the first workman he came to. Where is that bran Scolchniau 1 saw here this morning? he asked. 1 don ' t know. replied the man. Why. Because. the stranger said. Unless 1 am mistaken he is Tom Gray, my brither whom 1 have not seen far fifteen years. The workman looked at the man keenly. Your brother! he said, What makes von thiidv he is your In-other. ' rmfflXz Can yoii imagfine a H. S. without a faculty? [134 more

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THE TIGE ] Q rant willi llicir pcrfiinic. Tlif () d irky who drove tlie bus was passing by so Molly hailed him. JohnDV, (his name on the ehureh ref ister was John Alaysius Johnson), resplendent thai motniny ' in an old tattered rusty-lookinj? dress suit, had perched on his wooly haii- in honor of his fine clothes a tiny derby. Oh, Johnny, she called, Wait! I want to jjo to the station. ' Deed ah will, Miss Molly, ' deed ah will. I ' ll be jrlad to .serb you ' , he quavered, at the same time claniherinnr doA n to hold open the door for her. Johnny, tell Aunt Dulee to take care of hei ' self this summer and now hurry as fast as you can. ' ' Johnny, now leisurely mounted his seat on the rickety bus, whipped up his bony horse and started towards the station Avhere he drew up with a frrand flourish. Molly ran into the station and while buyinj? her ticket heard the train whistle in the distance. The sleepy agent handed her a cheek for her bag- gage and she huri-ied on the little platform just as the train was pulling up. On the platform of the observation ear she made a dainty picture of a typical summer girl. Her curly hair shone like bui-nished gold when for a second a tiny sunbeam straying through the leafy trees swiftly flew by. An- noyed becavise the wind tangled her curls and the cinders flew in her freshly powdered face, Molly started in a bored manner at the landscape flying pa.st her. She had been at a finishing school for four years and was now consid- ered ready for her appearance in society. Then, as the train sped thru a little village nestling near the track, the sound of a bell reminded her of the school gong. Her bored expi ' ession changed to a tiny smile as she now tho ' t of the time when she had turned the school ,lock back an hour. Her plan had gone smoothly ' till one teacher, a tall, gaunt, angular lady had discovered the slow clock. In the search for the miscreant a freshman who always told the ti ' uth, spoke of seeing lolly turn the clock back. Then, Molly, inAvai ' dly vowing I ' evenge, was forced to admit the deed. The ensuing weeks she was campiised came in her mind and there she sat the I ' cnminder of the afternoon, thinking of college as the ti-ain curved in and out among the hills. As the sand storm changes the desert or the avalanche the mountain side so ensuing events changed the well ordered equilil)rim of Molly ' s life. Sud- denly there came a crash ; bits of broken glass and splintered wood flew about as the cai in which IMolly was traveling jumped the track and overturned. When Molly next realized Avliat was going on, she found herself in a quaint old four poster bed in a big sunshiny I ' oom. Finding she still remained unin- jured, she soon arose and a tiny lady who had been sitting on the other side of the room, brought her bi-eakfast. While she ate the tiny lady told how in the evening hei- husband, hearing the crasli, ran to the track and finding Molly un- conscious hi ' ought her home with him. lolly, after thanking the woman for her cai-e, asked to be driven to the nearest station and very soon was on her way in si)ite of tlie protests of tlie buly who tho ' t the girl should stay longer with her. At the station .Molly sent a telegram to her uncle assuring him of her safety and telling of the coffin check No. lo, she had received in place of a ti ' unk check, asking that he fix the matter for lier. So. having sent the mes- sage, jNlolly pi ' epared to wait foi- the next train to the city. : zMS±MIl The long ' er the lesson, the deeper the groan [133 more