Alice Deal Middle School - Square Deal Yearbook (Washington, DC)

Page 7 text:

2- 1 SQUARE DEAL 5 Pity the Newsboy The newsboy has his troubles. Rain or shine he trudges over his route leaving a. paper here and there. No matter what the weather. he is expected to be prompt making his deliveries. Half the time when he tries to collect for the paper he is told. Come back tomorrow. I haven't any change tonight, as though he had no bill to pay. If the paper is wet, torn. or late he receives a complaintF' ln apartment houses there is always one person who claims he has not re- ceived his paper or has some other complaint to make and takes out two or three cents to pay for the paper he did not receive. Woe is the life of a newsboy! It certainly is not for me. -Tom. K-inmrmon.. 9131. Green Eyes On -a. bleak winter night in New England. Sarah sat by the fireplace gazing into the tire. A few min- utes before. her parents had departed. leaving her in charge of the baby asleep upstairs. As the evening passed, llltllly weird thoughts of the Salem witches with glaring green eyes and clawing fingers dashed through her n1i11d. Suddenly the bahyis cry broke the stillness. Run- ning up the long, dark stairs she finally reached the baby's door. From the room came the sound of scratch' ing and clawing. lVith a push the door iiew open to reveal gleaming green eyes that sprang at her from the darkness. Screaming. she turned and fied toward theustairs. After her ran the little kitten that had been locked in the child's room. -Dorothy Kilma.-int, 9A4. Out of Place As I stood beneath the sheltering roof of the ele- vated station. high above the busy streets of New York. I discovered an alien figure in this center of civilization-an Indian. He made a splendid picture. standing framed in the doorway, his jet black hair topped by a brilliant orange headdress from the center of which rose majestieally a single eagle feather. A further look disclosed deep-set dark eyes, a eoppery skin, and ears pierced with beaten metal rings. His fantastically decorated shirt was partially covered by a buckskin jacket, and his bead- fringed leggings were of the same material. Particu- larly striking was the vari-colored blanket held across his arm. As I gazed wonderiugly at him, he threw the blanket over his shoulders and strutted away from the train. Glaring letters on his back advertised. Drink Indian Cave Ginger-Ale. -Jim Pierce, 9133. Old Times We were sitting in the living room after a hearty turkey dinner when my uncle and a friend of his began to tell some of the things they had done when they were boys. They started like this: Say. Charlie, do you re- member the time we caught the little Negro boy, Sambo, and I held him while you shaved his head? Yes, I remember that. Do you recall the time I raced Sambo to the boat and jumped in and pushed off before he got there? lVhen he reached the shore, he rolled up his pants and stepped into the water to wade out to me and sank clear out of sight. but we rescued him before he sank again. I could go on telling you their different stories. but I suppose you have heard many like these. I think it adds to the home scene. especially on holidays, when all the relations gather, and recall what they consider the dgood Old daysii -Ruth. Brooks, QH2. My Pet l have a little pussy cat lVho's awfully, awfully bad. But no matter what he does. It doesn't make me mad. Because when he does something wrong He seems to feel quite sad. -Betty I-l.U6'N, SA3. ,, .

Page 6 text:

- Q QL ALIUTC DEAL .TVNIOR HIGH SFHOOL THE SQUARE DEAL THE STAFF: -li.xNI'.x1n', 1936 linrrons: Eugene Schultz. Fhairman: Claire Kenny. Daniel Kunkle. Dorothy Lalioe. Katherine Manf nion. Donald Oleson. James 'lVolf. Srnsvim-'riotssi Harrie Borjes. -lean llorr. Dorothy Faulconer. Elizabeth lloughton. Clyde Maxwell. Rita Smith. -hllYEll'l'lSINGI Dorothy Lalioe. 'Px'rIs'rs: Angel Correa, George Hollenheck, Martha lloward. Lee Jane Kennedy. Plaire Kenny. Helen Pagan. Lois Smart. FAl'lTLll'Y Anrlsousz 1-znrronsz Miss Uhohot: NITRSFRIP- frioxsz Miss Dorsey: .xm'r:u'rIsixo: Mrs. Higbie. Madame Ma,g1oire's Story fNVritten after reading a scene from Les Miserablm-s j You should have seen the way the Bishop treated that dreadful man. as if he were a friend. After T warned him about that Vagabond. he invited him in as calmly as you please. and told him to sit down and warm himself. TVhat was his name?i' asked a neighbor of Madame Magloire. His name was -lean Valjean. T het N011 couldn't guess what the Bishop told me to do. Ile told me to put clean sheets on the hed and get out our hest silver for that scoundrelf And l told the llishop he had better not put out the good silver because. after all. .Tean Valjean was a robber. T was right. for the next day the silver was missing. and we found the basket that it was in. out in the garden. But T haven't told you the worst part yet. 'l'hat morning three gendarunes marched in with Jean Yaljean by the collar. The gendarmes told the Hishop that they had found his silver. so they had brought the tramp hack with it. The Bishop said to them. 'I gave him the silverf and to the tramp. 'Yon forgot to take your candlesticks.' 'llhen he gave him the candlesticks. Hut he' added, lR9lllPlllllP1'. you are ----- Y-ik going to use the money from these candlesticks to be' come an honest man.' so T guess he did good by giving him the candlesticksf' -Cfl1'0ljl'lI Sno-wrlenw, UA5. The Crusades Four Crusades in days of yore. TVe read about in histo1'y's store. Knights. kings. monks. and children small. Came at Urban's trumpet call, Peter, the Hermit. led his llillld To Constantinople and the Holy Land. Richard, of England. and Philip, of France lVore the red cross and carried the lance. A Old lflrederick Barbarossa. of Germany. came And lost his life for the sake of a game. They fought for their God and their point of view, And made the world better for me and you. -Gail Koss, SJB3. A Pup 's Problems My mistress thinks school is hard. but she should consider the lessons, I must learn. My training began one morning when T was full of pep. The tirst object T spied was a. nice. woolly slipper. Tt was grand fun to chew and pull otl' all the fuzzy wool. but soon came the words. 'fYou naughty dog. My play was spoiled. T then worried my ball until my mistress said. Yon eute little fellow. Willy did she let me chew a ball but not a slipper? ' Some friends once came to visit. and l performed by begging. i'Tsn't he just a dear?'f was the repeated remark. TVhen I begged in the dining room expecting the same delightful result. GO out of here. was the harsh command T heard. T can bark at strangers to my heart's content. but when T bark at friends. I am sent to the cellar. l can't understand these queer ways of mortals. P -Jfargarct S'Iun-mn, 9Af2.

Page 8 text:

s 1 6 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL A Boarder at Bloomsbury Square The morning sun was just peeping above the clouds, flooding the sky with a. glorious pink hue, but Miss Skintlint woke in a disgruntled mood. After frantically ringing the bell by her bed a11d screaming for the maid tllltl. receiving no answer, she proceeded to throw objects within her reach to the floor to attract. the attention of anyone who might be in the room below. Finally, the maid came. You called, Miss Skintli11t?'i she asked, coming to the old woman's side. Did I call, you idiot? Of course I calledj' was the curt reply. 'ilvllilll did you wish, ma'am'?'i i'Wish1' I wish to get up. You know how ill I am. You know I can't move an inch, and yet you take advantage of me every time. Miss Skinfiint was one of the boarders of Mrs. l'ennycherry's house, Forty-eight Bloomsbury Square. She was a middle-aged woman who gave the appear- ances of E111 invalid. It was rumored that she had been seen walking and helping herself as any normal being would, though she always demanded much assistance from both Mrs. l'ennycherry and the maid. 75 -Betty .lfct'ormuck-, SJA3. Dominic .I iirst saw Dominic, the organ grinder, in front of my house. He was the shabbiest. looking human being I' had ever seen. On his head he wore an old. faded, red bandanna. splotched with blue. He sadly needed a haircut, for his long shaggy locksldrooped over his ears almost to his small squiniing eyes which looked like shining pin heads. l'nderneath his pug nose he had an old-fashioned, walrus mustache that hung over his mouth like water going over a fall. He was an ardent tobacco chewer and I have never seen a man spit quids more accurately than Dominic. He wore an aged, soiled shirt that once might have been white, and ragged pants that wore a red and blue patch on the seat. The music from his organ sounded like a duet ot a. dying cow and a wolf howling at the moon. lf it had not been for Joe, his monkey. which amused all of ns by his clever antics, lf doubt that Dominic would ever have made any money. -Dcmficl Klmykel, 9154. ln My Trip To Canada was my very best trip. I packed and packed my biggest grip. All my things I put by the door, For we would start at half past tour. Niagara Falls we reached at nine, First of all we went to dine. A dame we asked a room to keep, So we could get some rest and sleep. The American Falls were such a thrill, Across the border t'was better still. The Canadian side was bright with hue, llihile the American Falls shone red, white and blue. Homeward bound was our next thought, For we had wasted. spent and bought. Tired and weary we longed for home, And what looked best was the Capitol Dome. -Charlotte Brown-, 7A4. Prompt Delivery The train was going at a. terrific rate of speed. It had to go fast because it was already one hour late. The fireman put in some more coal. One, two, three times he put it in. The train leaped forward with a new burst of speed. Relieved, the engineer saw the station. The train was on time. Almost every day engineers, firemen, and brakemen risk their lives to get your mail delivered promptly. -Jean H611-vcy. TA2. A Narrow Escape Vifhen I was about tive years old. I went to a little pond called Caesar Pond. Rover, my water spaniel. tagged along with ns. as we started to wade. Sud- denly three neighborhood boys came and startedto bother ns by fighting. One of them, about tifteen years old, picked me up and started to throw me in the deepest part of the pond. Just then Rover, who was watching. leaped up at the boy. He dropped me and disappeared rapidly. iWho says dogs areu't ll1illl,S best f1'ie dSf' -.if-chase .4.tlcirns, mi.