Rye High School - Stage Coach Yearbook (Rye, NY)

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Edge j5tage-Qlluarlg seemed miles and miles away. Then gradually the static was cleared and the voice seemed nearer. All of a sudden Billie screamed, VVe've got Spain! My father came running into the room and in suspense we waited to hear the announcement. It was only a few minutes when a clear voice sounded out: Este lession de Espanol se acalea. Yo espera gue yestra entiende de gue yo estay hablanda. Buenos noches, amigos miosf' A second voice broke in, Stand by for your station announcement. VVe did. It was WOR. GRACE BRENNAN, '3o. A FURTHER ADVENTURE OF A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT fNo apologies offeredj I had been at Camelot for about a year and had succeeded INIerlin as lylagician- in-Chief. News of the Diamond Joustsn to be held at Camelot on the Fourth of july came to my ears. They were very large. These diamonds Kas I heard the storyj Arthur had found one day in the crowned head of a skeleton. On his accession to the throne King Art had declared that he would give one of these diamonds as a grand prize of a tournament to be held each year. Eight of these diamonds Sir Lancelot had won, but I determined to get the last one from the old codger because he was trying to cut out the king. Besides, when I got to Connecticut I could cash in for big money and set up a nutmeg factory. Probably you know that at these Tournaments they rode motorcycles, but this year I wanted to go them one bette1'. So I collected all the tin cans I could find, CampbellIs soup, Heinz 57 and various others, putting them all into a melting pot. I let them simmer for about fourteen days. Then I dumped out my charm. Lo and behold! I had a car. No, not a Ford, but a new freakish-looking, tank-like affair. Finally, the day for the tournament came. Everybody journeyed to the jousting field at Camelot. If you've seen it, you know that it resembles the Yale Bowl but looks more like the Yankee Stadiumfl The whole gang was lined up at the starting mark. Sir Lancelot, in shining armor on a brand new Harley Davidson, Sir Gareth with a twin cylinder Henderson, Kay on an Indian and hlodred flashing an Ace. The spectators ranged around the arena stared and laughed when I drove my buggy to the line. It stalled. I got out to crank it, and crank I did until I almost croaked. The blamed thing just wouldn't go. Something was wrong. I took my hammer, banged the cylinder, broke a spark plug, in short I did everything that would ruin ri good car. I spun the crank. It started. It moved. The people in the grandstand must have felt like the bunch that saw I7ulton's llCIC1'II1OI1f,y go up the Hudson. They started to cheer. I donned my armor and grasped my sledge-hammer. The starting shot rocked. I was off in my polo chariot. I had something up my sleeve for rather in my pocketl. Now was the time for strategy. Near the end of the first half I drew from my pocket the very latest in defensive armament. Cljoison

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E132 jitage-Ulunzlg f'Oh, she became rather shy and ran away. VVhy didn't you run after her, Larry ?,' the girl suggested. Larry at once started down the path. He turned and looked back. Wliat he saw mystihed him but he didn't think much about it. Ellis was walking slowly along the path, alone. As he turned a corner, Larry suddenly came upon Jacqueline seated on a bench. 'lWh5'! How did you get here ?l' he demanded. 'lOh! I just ran away from Ellisf' This appeared probable. Then a few minutes of silence. Don't you like to look at the moon? I-Helpll' she screamed. A man was coming up the path. Larry caught only a glimpse of a white dress fluttering around the corner. Jacqueline had recovered quickly and now was standing up. She remarked, I hope I didn't frighten you. Floyd will tell you that I've been practicing theatricals lately. The newcomer smiled, 'A 'Jac' certainly has genius when itcomes to thrilling momentsf' The guests had all assembled for a midnight lunch. As soon as Larry, Floyd and Jacqueline appeared, two other guests chose the nearest means of exit, disappearing before Larry even saw them. Surrounded by friends, he did not notice Jacqueline, Floyd and Ellis as they left the room. On the stroke of twelve Floyd and Jacqueline came in together. At another floor Ellis was beckoning to someone. Larry was startled when someone whispered in his ear, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I-le turned quickly around. Astonished and bewildered, he looked quickly at Floyd and then toward Ellis. 'KVVI-IO'S VVHOW' he managed to stammer. The girl beside Floyd came forward. Did you ever hear of triplets?,' she asked sweetly, adding 'Tm Jacqueline. I,m Bellef, announced Ellis's companion. UI really thought I couldn't come. I told the truth. Rely name is Dale, whispered the charming young creature at his side. I'm sure you're not disappointedf' DoRoTHY ABBOTT, 127. ULISTENING INN One rainy night, Billie and I tuned in on our radio. VVe had all the 10931 stations, but try as we did, we could not get any distant stations. At last, Billie said he would try once more and if in that attempt he failed, he would give up. He slowly turned the dials while we sat patiently waiting. Amid the ar-kg 1-grg and akk-s of the static, we could distinguish a man's voice. At first it

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mhz gitage-Qlnanh gas was yet to come.j They call them tacks, carpet tacks. I dropped them gently overboard. The tires began to pop. O'boyl What a Fourth of July Celebration. I had solid tires on my car. Qnly Lancelot was up and going. VVe made for each other. Bang! Bang! His bus was gone but he was a game old cuss. He came straight for me. His aim was faulty. His lance pierced my radiator and held fast. He tried to pull it out. I leaned over calmly and tapped him gently with my sledge- hammer. The battle ended. GEoRoE GRUBER, '28. MY LITTLE LADY I have a little lady YVh0se name is Aphregat. She bows to me each morning And so I named her that. She stands upon my vanity With her quaint, old-fashioned air Her gown a-billowing round her, Her fingers in her hair. Maybe some night when I,m asleep When the elves are making merry, Gut the window she will creep, And change into a fairy. DCJROTHY C. WALSH, '3o. JANUARY HOW can a child be merry In snowy, blowy January? Oh, a child is always merry In snowy, blowy January. With snow and ice and skates and sled They cry When it is time for bed. They slide upon the hills so steep And dream about it in their sleep. They skate upon the ice so bright And sigh when comes the dark'ning night. DOROTHY C. VVALSH, ,3O,