Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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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

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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 11QE In a great hotel in the city a pompous, dignified man came into the dining room. Sitting down he began to berate the waiter because his breakfast had not suited him the morning before, then, when he could think of nothing more, testily ordered his breakfast. His food arriving, Mr. Stuart began to read his morning paper the while wondering why Molly had not come, Avhen suddenly he found her name among the missing in the wreck. Scarcely believing what he saw the meamvhile inwardly raging that such a thing could happen on the road of which he was president, Stuart left the table planning to start an in- vestigation of the wreck. Molly, arriving at the station wondered why her uncle, who always prided himself on being punctual, was not there to meet her but in the crowd she caught a fleeting glance of one of her friends so hurried to catch up with her. Going to the baggage room Molly gave the coffin check to the baggage man and hurriedly telling of the mistake in checks asked him to straighten the mat- ter out giving her uncle ' s name and his hotel as her address. Then the two girls left the station to gether chattering like magpies of their school experi- ences. In the great hotel Molly ' s uncle was pacing about the room thinking of Molly when a knock sounded on his door and in stepped two men bearing a coffin which they quietly set down and then as quietly left. But the man con- tinued his ceaseless round of the room feared to open the coffin thinking in it the remains of Molly. About an hour passed in this way when a loud knock sounded on the door and in stepped a tall, powerful looking man. Mr. Stuart, resenting the intrusion growled, Well what do you want noAv? The man then declared him under arrest and ordered him to the po- lice court. Mr. Stuart, after a series of verbal explosions went with the man. Arriving at the station, Stuart thought his name enough to convince the judge he was not guilty so recovered his poise. Sir, he questioned, do you know whom your man has arrested ? To be sure I do, was the calm rejoinder. Well, what are you going to do about it? he stormed. I ' ll tell ye when I ' ve heard your story. I am no more guilty of the theft of that old mummy, retorted Stuart, than — and just then in came Molly accompanied by another detective. Stuart stared at Molly and Molly stared at him, but when the judge told Stuart to continue he refused to do so and Molly was summoned. Just as Molly approached the judge a young man wearing a Van Dyke beard stepped toward her and bowing held out a card saying, Allow me to serve as your attorney. Molly at first angrily stared at him then haughtily turned her back on him not even deigning to touch or look at the card he held. Then a most mirac- ulous transformation took place; off came the beard and holding out a tele- gram in his natural voice the man begged Molly to let him explain. She turned, gave him an icy look, turned away again and in fi ' igid tones retorted, Well, what is there you can possibly say for yourself in disguise at a police station? Molly, I received the telegram you sent your uncle. I knew at the time it was a mistake for your uncle and I have the same name but I tho ' t it such 131 more] Tests never come singfly