Wilson Vocational High School - Columns Yearbook (Jamaica, NY)

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move Uuf, mr. mio NE bright sunny day there appeared in the roaring circus a new and strange act. From a deserted part of India came Ohzian with his knife- throwing troop. From behind the curtain appeared his two assistants who were tied to a revolving board. Suddenly a strange, fantastic thing occurred. What? A moving figure was lurking in the shadows behind the screen, keeping close watch on the whirling board. My eyes were carried away from the center of attraction momentarily when the shadow made a motion of throw- ing an object. Ohzian, the Great, left the stage to great applause but only one of his two assistants seemed to leave with him, for the dressing room. It was strange that only one should leave when two had been there. I thought I'd investigate my hunch. Walking toward the stage I saw a stream of blood leading to the revolv- ing looard which had been used in the act. I looked behind the board and to my horror saw one of the nicest dead women I had ever come across, with a knife in her stomach. In my estimate the best thing to do was to remove the knife and check the finger prints. Ohzian came out of his room, moving across the stage, and I called to him. Seeing one of his actors dead seemed to be a shock to him. I thought it was about time to let the police in on this murder. The only suspect I had was Ohzian and the strange shadow I had seen earlier that evening. That was all I had to go on, until I received the report on the finger prints. Reports showed that the finger prints were from nobody in the troop. Later I had a talk with the dead woman's sister and I found out something of interest in the case. She said, The night before, her husband had a fight with her over a divorce. I-Ie wouldn't grant it because he was still in love with her. So now I thought I had my man. I-Ie lived in the Astor Arms under the name of Wil- liam Iohnson. I watched the house and found out from the clerk that he had left an hour ago. So I used my key and entered his apartment. I took a look around. Everything seemed in perfect condition. I was just going to leave when I thought of taking a set of finger prints from the coffee table. When they were returned, they matched the prints that were on the knife. Needing only this information, the police arrested Mr. Iohnson for the murder of his wife. While in jail to await his trial he broke down and pleaded guilty. He was given twenty years. I felt like a detective when I saw my picture in the paper. On the first page of all was a column explaining how I had caught the murderer. In big black type it said, UBYSTANDER SOLVES MURDER. From that day on I can't keep my nose out of trouble. ANDREW BRENSEKE Twenty

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paufgunyan goaab .xdf Mon Y tale starts about eleven years ago, the spring of nineteen forty. A tall, good looking, well built, athletic type of fellow, walked into the office of the general manager for the Zonium Club, a farm club of the Cincinnati Reds Baseball organization. I was just leaving after talking with the managerg I saw the fellow and was curious to know what he was up to. Little did I know that this was to be the start of a career which might have been the greatest in all baseball. He introduced himself as Mills Roth, and said he wanted to play baseball with the club. The manager asked if he had played for any other club, he was quick to say he had not, but that he could play as well as anyone. When asked what position he played he was prompt and strong in saying he was a pitcher. This interested me very much, as I was the pitching coach. I per- suaded the manager to give the boy a try-out. If he was good, we'd sign him up. I took the boy to the playing field. There I introduced him to some of the players and the coaches. I was anxious to see the boy pitch, and what I saw was amazing. He warmed up, and pitched to some of my bench warmers. Then I saw him pitch to the regulars. Not one of his pitches was foul tipped, he was fast: had a beautiful curve ball with several speeds, and an assortment of other pitches. We signed him up immediately. After pitching with the team for a month, Mills compiled a record of twelve wins and no losses, in twelve games pitched. He allowed no hits and walked. none. What's more, he struck-out every batter that faced him. The Cincinnati Red heard of it and called Mills up for a try-out. This meant a jump from class triple D to the major leagues, which few, if any, ballplayers ever make. Cn the trip to Cincinnati, Mills hurt his arm when the train he was riding on made a sudden stop. He fell upon his arm and damaged the elbow, the elbow of the arm with which he pitched. When the arm was examined, he was informed he could not pitch for at least two or three months, this meant practically the entire baseball season. This accident would discourage almost any young man, but it only strengthened Mills' will to achieve a successful career in baseball. As the months went by Mills watched the Reds compile a poor record, and soon saw their pennant hopes die. The season was not yet over when the club doctor re-examined Mills. The doctor assured Mills he was now able to pitch again. Mills started practice as soon as possible. He soon discovered he did not need much practicep he was as strong and sharp as ever. lt meant he could go out and show the club management he was real maj or-league mate- rial. This was his big moment, if he could do well it would mean a start to- Twenty-two