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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1912)(1912) (108 pages)

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THE QUILL M4 41 <e Sie . im TE ——<————— . Ss RAG XS) 2006 WG eC a Ha i IN cl), ae ) vel vil f Whe Is ic Vit, rf th May and Edwards were neighbors in a small railroad town of (‘entral Nevada. Tom May was the fireman on a local train and Bob dwards, the ‘‘Old Bag of Bones,”’ as Pete, the baggageman, called him was Tom’s conductor. Tom was a roundfaced, curly-haired Irishman, who spent most of his time in greasy overalls wiping and puttering over his engine, ** old two tousan ’tix,’’ as little Tommy May ‘alled her. As Big Tom and Little Tom they went everywhere; down town, to the station, over to the roundhouse, everywhere. Ever y night when ‘‘two tousan ’tix’’ pulled in Little iver would meet Big Tom and ride down to the station to be carried home again on his father’s broad shoulder. And Bob thought about as much of Little Tom as his father did. He would pick him up, toss him high in the air, and eatch him, Little Tom gurgling, laughing, his yellow curls flying loose around his face. One night Bob was playing with the boy, both having a hilarious time, Tommy half delighted, half scared and Big Tom sitting laughing. High in the air went Tommy, a twisting, squirming, tumbling mass of blue and gold, and then—-a still little form on the ground ‘My God! My God! What have I done? Is he dead? Tom, tell me, is he dead?) Oh, my God!’’ Little Tom was in Big Tom’s arms and Big Tom’s his breast, ‘‘ No, he’s er, by s head was over not dead, his heart is beating, —hbut slower—slowHere, Suse, take him, quick. Bob, go get your clearance eard.—.