Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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ff 2 1f,, A,V, , A.,A, , ly had receding gums. Upon inquiry I found that the person with the pronounced case of receding gums was none other than my room-mate, Harold Chase. Although it pained me to convict him, I could not let affection interfere with my manifest duty. The guilt of Mr. Chase was established without doubt when I asked him if he liked house-work. 'Can't say that I do, he said, but I prefer it infinitely to the work-housel' 'I We prophesy a great future in the sleuth- ing business for this brilliant young begin- ner. He is now a nationally famous figure, having risen to fame in thirty-six hours. You can imagine what happened when Hal saw the paper. Of course, he wanted to commit murder upon the spot, but Bob gently reminded him that 'fAll 's fair in love and warf' and in making bets. ' 'How about staging your little blowout tonight at the Ritz? Oh, boy, won't I or- der some food! I have to meet several re- Igorkters at the Ritz tonight, anyhow, said o . ,...,...,,,..a.,5 l ,, ,zz Q ,..,....,J Yes, just wait till the reporters get my story, Bob Dana! And wait till Professor Kilgary gets his hands on you! I'll prob- ably get the reward for the recovery of the mummy and you'll get ten years for steal- ing little Prince Elhaz. He who laughs last chuckles the loudest, my boy. 'fSayl said Bob, his face going white. You don 't really suppose they could arrest me, do you? Don't know about that, said Hal. 'tForty thousand is a lot of change to con- ceal in onels own roomfl Bob went to see Professor Kilgary that morning. The professor was not easily won over to the idea that the pilfering of Elhaz di Ghurgiz was a harmless, practical joke. However, after the interview, Bob came out smiling. He carried the message of the learned man's forgiveness. A cer- tain remark of the professor's, however, rung in his ears. t'Dana, he had said, You are a fine chap and I like you personally, but that does not in the least keep me from the de- cision that you are a perfect fool!'l 'txt NSW f 0 V' 6 -, Se-4 f1.f7Q'.5b g Page Sixfv- Three

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W' ' 'M ' , , , W, ,,,, Xxx I ,,f, 6, 7 f, W ,jay ,1... ,.,....,,, Q X ldv.. AIV, if Ziij ..A 1-3' ffgit: ' :i'1'f'f7 room and out the window, guided only by the pale gleam of the flashlight. Next morning Hal shook Bob frantically before he could rouse him to consciousness. Hurry up, he shouted. We've got a class at 8:45.' ' While Bob dressed, Hal sat on the bed and teased him about the bet. ' 'Say Bob,' ' he said,' 'I 've found you are perfect, absolutely perfect in one respect. ' 'Yeh? said Bob, sleepily. Yes. In foolishness you have no peer. Just imagine a fellow crazy enough to bet seats to a show and a swell feed such as I 'm going to order, on the belief he could be- come famous in 48 hours! You 're a per- fect fooll' ' Just then came a knock at the door, her- alding the landlady with a newspaper. Did you boys see this? she said. The first headline stated, ' 'Famous Mummy Stolen from School Museum, and underneath was the statement, ' 'Stu- dent wakes Prof. Kilgary at 4 o'clock to tell of seeing robbery and guarantees capture of burglar within 24 hours. Student's name not disclosed. Large reward of- fered. Ho-hum! yawned Bob. Same old stuff. Probably 'll find it in the basement somewhere. Let's go. The day passed amid much controversy over the robbery and wonder as to who the detective student might be. Professor Kilgary taught no classes, and was almost frantic with anxiety over the loss of this precious treasure. That evening Bob left Hal alone, saying that he had to see a teacher about making up an exam. He walked for quite a while before turning in at the Kilgary home. ' 'Well, said the professor: ' 'Any news? ' 'Yes, said Bob. I have suspicions of a very prominent student, who probably stole the mummy to sell to pay his tuition. If you like, we'll go over to his rooms now and find out whether he has it or not.' ' After Bob had ransacked closets about an hour and pulled out drawers until they were ready to give up the hunt, suddenly Page S i xty Tivo the professor, jumping up from before an opened trunk, shouted, ' 'My little Elhaz! Here he is! Come, come,' ' he said tenderly, and picked up the tiny mummy as if it were a child. Then turning upon Hal Chase he said in a low, angry tone, Mr, Chase, you will hear from me very shortly. I am very sorry to learn that a student of your standing and seeming integrity would stoop to such a deed! With these words, he stalked out of the room, followed by Bob. Before closing the door, Bob took a long look at Hal, who stood dumfounded, and rooted to the floor. He was so surprised he could neither speak nor make any motion to fol- low them. The next morning all four of the city pa- pers had in large headlines a statement similar to the following: Bob Dana, Student, Finds Kilgary Mummy. A detailed account of the search and re- covery of the mummy followed, with a pic- ture and brief life history of the now fa- mous student detective. An interview with Bob explained the detective's method of ascertaining the person responsible for the disappearance of Prof. Kilgary's Elhaz- which read as follows: ' 'Upon being questioned, the young stu- dent modestly condescended to give ex- clusively for the Cname of particular paperj the means by which he tracked dowln the perpetrator of this unusual crime. Notic- ing near the museum, foot-tracks in the soft earth, he examined them closely with the handy glass he always carries with him, a la Sherlock Holmes. The depressions were unmistakably made by rubbers. Mr. Dana said that from the fact that the foot- steps were deeper at the toe, he immediate- ly deduced the fact that the villain walked backward. From these small bits of evi- dence, the detective's remarkable mind im- mediately jumped to a conclusion which an ordinary person would have never thought of. ' 'I decided, said Mr. Dana, ' 'that, since the man wore gum-shoes, or rubbers and walked backward, that he undoubted-

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