Yeshiva University High School For Boys - Elchanite Yearbook (New York, NY)

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O., gm. Benton carefully shifted the packages to his other hand as he crossed the street. His hands were sweating and he didn't want the package spoiled. A grin of self-satisfaction crossed his face. It belonged to him now. He was happy, very happy. He waited until the traffic light turned green and crossed the street. He walked three blocks down Broadway and turned east on ninety-eighth street. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was still h L d h . . . . . 9 ot an e was sweating, but in his apprehension he didn t notice it. He glanced at his watch and started walking a little faster. Suddenly he stopped, not wanting to believe what he saw. There, on the corner, stood Dutch and his henchman-the big guy they call Bitsy. Dutch's eyes were fixed on the package in Benton's right hand. For the first time that afternoon Benton noticed the sun and realized that he was sweating. He began to feel very uncomfortable but the sight of Dutch walking towards him with murder in his eye made him oblivious of that fact. Dutch wanted that package. Stay cool and figure out how to get away, he said to himself. Dutch was still across the street standing on the southeast corner. Benton had almost reached the southwest corner. He decided to run south the minute he reached the corner. There was a subway station two blocks down. They wouldn,t attack him there. There were too many people. Fear left him and his eyes sparkled with newborn hope. He reached the corner and was about to turn and run down the avenue when he saw another of Dutch's gang waiting for him. Clutching twenty-two

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the package tightly, he swung at him and attempted to run. A fist came out of nowhere knocking him down. He felt a sharp pain as his head hit the concrete, and before he blacked out all the events of the past two weeks passed through his memory .... She was the cause of it all, but then at the base of all trouble you usually find a woman. He knew that he loved her. When he saw the contents of his little package in the window he immediately wanted it for her. In his imagination he pictured himself giving it to her and he could almost feel her soft lips kissing him .... He had lingered over this thought for a moment, and then brought himself back to painful reality. The object in the window was far beyond his means. Why, he barely had that much money in the bank. He didn't know what to do. The thought of the gift tortured him all week. He decided to take a desperate step. He had to have it . . . for her. That very morning he had gone to the bank and had withdrawn all his money. He bought it in the afternoon. Dutch must have found out somehow that he had taken his life's savings out of the bank. It was because of this, Benton figured. that Dutch had beaten him and taken this, Bentonls most valuable possession. Now Dutch had the revenge he swore he would get when Benton had revealed his hiding place to the officer last fall. Well, Dutch had had his revenge and left him penniless. Wfhat hurt was the bitter realization that she wouldn't get the gift. Yes, that's what hurt .... When Benton arose from the sidewalk, Dutch and his thugs were gone. Slowly he trudged home, aching and ashamed. When he reached home, he saw her standing there waiting for him. He felt miserable. He had failed her. As he trudged up the stairs to his house he held back his tears as best a nine year old boy could. u1Vlommy, he cried, HI bought you a box of candy for your birth- day and that bully Dutch and his gang jumped on me and took it away. MAU RICE FOX. twenty-three