Williamstown High School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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pageforty-four W.H.S.1933 YEAR BOOK I've come to see if you've thought over what we were discussing late yesterday afternoon, Mr. Whiteman, Scrappy said, placing his right hand on the butt of his gun. Stan, trying to be nonchalant, dusted off his trophiesand answered in a carefree manner, I do not wish to sell, and have not, and will not, consider any of your propositions. Scrappy thought a while and suddenly said, You have some nice trophies. Did ya win them in golf? No, answered Stan proudly, I won them at sharpshootingf' Scrappy's mouth fell open in awe and his hands fell limp to his sides. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, When did you win them? At that moment the telephone rang and as Stan went over to answer it, he told Scrappy that the dates were on the trophies. Scrappy looked at them and immediately left the room thinking only of a way to escape. In the meantime, the Chief had been wandering around the garage. He noticed the target and shells around the floor. He asked Billy casually who had been doing all the shooting, and Billy answered in not too steady a voice, Uh, the boss and I have just been having a little fun, that's all . Just then Scrappy ran into the Chief who motioned to him to leave. They hurried out together and left Billy staring after them. A week passed and everything at the garage ran smoothly. The threaten- ing letters had ceased but Margaret's letters continued. On Saturday morning Stan called Billy in his office and in an agitated voice exclaimed, I've been threatened again! What! demanded Billy. Then a smile played around Stan's mouth and he calmly added, Mar- garet has threatened to marry me upon her arrival here Tuesday . Earl Green '33 fN di? xg fivlsx

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W.H.S.1933 YEAR BOOK pageforty-three me a moment. Billy, before you leave, I wish you'd,check up on the accessories and then see me. Then turning to Scrappy he continued, Now, then, what is it you wish to see me about? I have come to buy your garage, and I will offer more than it is - I am not selling, broke in Stan. But I'm offering more than it is worth, insisted the gangster. I don't want to sell, and that's that, he replied. Hey, Buddy, if you don't sell, it's just too bad for you. You'd better think it over. With these words the thug left. Stan was stunned by his last words and stared after him as he got into his car to leave. Billy had finished his work, and as he came in the salesroom, he noticed the troubled look on Stan's face. What's the trouble? Bad news? Yes, Billy. You saw the man who was just here. Well, he has threatened me and my business. You know what that means. Yeah. Say, I didn't like the looks of him. Is he from town? Billy asked. No, he's a big shot of some gang and wants this place for a blind for his racket. You know, Billy, I told Margaret we would get married as soon as I got my place settled. Well, it's settled, and I've asked her to come down in two weeks. Where is she now, Stan? She has a secretarial job at the Hartford Insurance Company in Con- necticut. She has never been to Florida before and is coming down for a vaca- tion. If we can get rid of this gangster who is threatening me, it will be a long vacation for her. Stan, what do you say we stay here tonight? It's your week to work nights, anyway, and I'll stay with you. You never can tell what those con- founded men might do. If they are determined to get this place, they will let nothing stand in their way. Oh, by the way, Stan, have you shot your revolvers lately? It's great sport. Say, that's an idea, Billy. Go down to the Sporting Goods Store and get two hundred 38 caliber revolver shells. I have a couple of my revolvers here in my oflice. We can fix up a small target at the lower end of the garage and have a little fun. Billy brought the shells, and the contest began, Stan holding Billy by hitting the bulls-eye 8 out of 10 chances. The shells went fast, and it began raining, and both boys decided to close up for the night. The next morning brought word from'Margaret. The letter was lying on the desk when Stan arrived at the garage. He quickly opened it and his face brightened as he read it. She was to start her vacation the following week. Stan sprang up from his chair to call Billy and related his good news, but instead of being greeted by Billy, he looked into the rough face of Scrappy. if

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The Fulfillment HE soft light of the green shaded reading lamp hovered over the polished mahogany table top, and left the corners of the long room in shadows, colored deeply by the richly colored covers of the books on the shelves about the room. Daren Ross sat half reclining in an arm chair beside of the table. He fingered some squares of white paper, shifting them from time to time over the polished surface of the table. Once he picked one of the papers up, and glanced over it, then sighing reminiscently, he dropped it down with the others and fell into a deep reverie. An evening breeze came through the open Window scented with earth and lilacs, and wafted a maple blossom to the floor. The notes on the white paper lying on the table were part of an introduc- tory speech to be used that evening at the meeting of the men's Bible class, when he was to introduce the Reverend Asa Atwill, a missionary and former pastor of the Little Church in Edin. He had been the pastor then when Daren Ross was a boy. Before the meeting of the Bible Class Mary Alice, Daren Ross's daughter, was going to deliver a little sermon in the church. She had been preaching there on Sunday nights all summer. The Little Church had run down terribly, and the town had been unable to hire a regular minister. They had asked Mr. Ross to preach during the summer months, but he was a banker in the nearest city, and had never been able to stay over Sunday nights in Eden before tonight. After much difficulty, Mary Alice had been persuaded to attempt to fill the place in the pulpit. Mary Alice was a good speaker and Mr. Ross was not. He often thought of things he would like to say - words of advice, comforting words, or words of encouragement-but he was always painfully shy in the face of such circumstances, and always felt that any words he might oiier were just as Well unspoken. He was well-liked for all his quiet ways, and was thought of as a quiet, kindly, and successful man. The reports that had come to him of Mary Alice's talks thus far had been good. Everyone was pleased apparently for she had attracted a minimum of people each time, and there had been no criticism at all. Mr. Ross wondered what the Reverend Asa Atwill would think of his daughter. He wondered whether he would be disappointed to find his little church without a real minister of the Gospel, or Whether he would be proud to come back and find it carrying on. Most of all he wondered if the old minis- ter would be surprised that he, Daren Ross, was not in the pulpit instead of his daughter. Daren had wanted to be a minister when he was a boy yet he had been terribly shy then, and the conflicting emotions had hurt him. He had told the Reverend Atwill of the strange battle within him, and the minister had under-