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

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4 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL SQUARE DEAL THE SQUARE DEAL THE STAFF: JANUARY, 1937 EDITORS: Virginia Burgess, Katherine Fuller, William Gott- shall, Lillian Kilburn, Cathryn Ann Riggleman, Joe Wells. SUBSCRIPTIONS: Edna Braithwaite, Phyllis Cook, Margaret Drury, Dorothy I-Ioltman, Betty Noack, Richard Pollock, Jean Sanford, Charles Stockcll, John Vandergrift, Mary Adelaide Everett. ADVERTISING! Merrill Birdsong, Edna Braithwaite, Mary Adelaide Everett, Jerry Grosner, Zerelda I-Iankins, Bever- ley Leder, Jerry Lee, Jimmie Marsh, Joe Mitchell, Dorothy Moye, Marjorie McMair, NVilliam Notz, Barbara Snow. TYPISTS: Mary Adelaide Everett, Mary Fletcher, Dorothy Hayes, Katherine Jones. FACULTY ADvIsERs: EDITORS! Miss Chobotg SUBSCRIPTIONS! Miss Milburn: ADVERTISING: Mrs. Higbie. 1i..G.1 Moving Day Moving day has its trials. To begin with, the mov- ing van will never arrive on time. Then little Junior insists on bringing everything from his pet toad to his dog house, the poor occupant of which died long ago. Getting the furniture out of the house is another trial. Musty trunk-s must be brought down from the attic and old baby carriages must be dragged up from the cellar. Beds must be torn apart never to be replaced correctly again. Glassware, chinaware, and silver must be packed in tons of excelsior. Clothes must be packed in suitcases. Mother vows she'll never move again! At last we are on our way when Junior discovers he has left his tricycle, the one without the handlebars. So--off we go back home because little Junior will not stop howling. Then comes the grand hunt for the trouble- causing toy. When it is found, we can't find a place to put it, but Junior will absolutely not leave it home. Gracious, he has started howling again! Mother settles it this time. In the wink of an eye she yanks him into the car and we are on our way again to our new resi- dence. Playllis Rathburn, 9A7. Mutiny in the Basement As long as I live I shall retain the memories and scars of my last minute Christmas shopping. I started with high hopes of conquest but to my dismay it was not conquest, but contest-to see who could get to the counter. At first, with much faith in the courtesy of my fellow men, I resigned myself to being pushed along with the crowd. It was not so simple as this, how- ever, as I was soon to discover, so setting myself in much the same position as an attack-ing football player, I lunged at the counter. My first attack was repelled by a huge specimen of feminine humanity who nearly cracked my rib with a well-placed elbow. Seeing that further attempt to gain a place through this veritable Rock of Gibraltar was hopeless, I tried the yard goods counter. Again I charged at the line, this time gaining two yards-of cloth-which was promptly ripped in two by an overzealous contender. I finally decided that in union there is strength, so with several of my com- panions, whom I failed to mention, I went into punt formation. Our opponents promptly formed a six-two- two-one defense. Someone kicked a goal on my shin and in my stumbling attempt to regain my center of equilibrium, I found myself actually face to face with the sales girl. My success must have gone to my head. At least someone's umbrella did. Sufficiently recovered to battle my way out, I vowed never to wait until the last minute to do my Christmas shopping. i Eleanor Mellicbampe, 9A3 . Row Houses One day I went to visit my aunt who had just moved into a new row house. After dinner I went for a walk by myself. Upon returning to the house, I found a note in the dining room which directed me to retire. Thinking my aunt was probably at the movies, I went up to bed. Just before dozing off, I heard the folks return. Imagine my feelings when I saw, not my uncle and aunt, but strangers peering at me! Amm Hudrllesofz, 7A1.

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SQUARE DEAL ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL 3 The Tree That Saved My Life I was driving down Macomb Street on my chum's bicycle. I was clipping along about twenty miles an hour. Just as I started pumping faster, the handle bar broke and came off in my hands. I dropped it on the pavement and the bicycle Went out of my control. I was careening along dizzily, when I saw a car coming up the street. I couldn't put on the brakes. Was I going into the street and get run over or hit by the car? Fate only knew. That is what flashed through my mind, although afterwards I thought I had been dreaming. Bewildered and too scared to shout, I finally saw I was heading toward a tree. After going about twenty- five feet farther, I ran off the pavement into the tree. This also happened in a few minutes. Luckily, I had only a few cuts which had to be sewed up. I am thank- ful I was not run over. That tree saved my life. Lawrence Siggers, 7A7. A Meal for a King What tastes better than a meal cooked in the open over an open fire, with a bunch of congenial fellows sitting in a circle around it? It is great fun to broil the sizzling steaks over the hot coals and occasionally stir the Irish potatoes so that they will bake evenly while buried in the embers. Crisp October evenings are just the thing to whet a chapis appetite, and a brisk hike over the hills to a favorite spot gathering together some fire wood puts the right edge on his appetite. One can hardly wait to put his piece of steak on a long handled fork or a stick with a prong on the end to hold it over the coals. As the juices ooze out and the fat sizzles to a nice brown, the aroma fairly makes one's mouth water. Then a dash of salt and a little pepper sprinkled over it, with a hunk of butter to melt in the center, finishes it to perfection. This, with the potatoes baked to a flaky white, seasoned and buttered, and hot Parker House rolls hit the right spot. To top off, one needs a cool drink- of sweet cider and some pumpkin pie with perhaps a piece of snappy cheese on the side, and a fellow has a meal lit for a king. Neil Wheeler, 9B3. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D. C., December 15, 1936. Dear Mother, Things are dull in Washington. Our house is bitterly cold. When I go out I have to be carried because the mud is so thick it soils my shoes. XVe have poor trans- portation and none of the streets is lighted, so we usually stay home at night and have card playing and dancing to pass time. John went duck hunting this morning. Tomorrow evening I have levees which start at eight and end at ten. I serve tea, coffee, wine and small cakes. Congress is in session from eleven in the morning until four in the evening. Sunday afternoon services are held. Many people crowd into the House of Representatives. I am expecting you to visit me Christmas and am counting on you. Write soon and let me know. With love, JANE ADAMS Betty Konigsberg, 7B3. An Exciting Adventure With a Famous Explorer It was nearly October twelfth when we first saw any land. The food was very scarce and we had prac- tically no water. I was cabin boy on the Santa Maria, the flagship of the fleet. The crew was mutinous and afraid. Despair was written on all faces, but nothing could turn back our leader, Columbus. Early the next morning Columbus, who had stayed at the bridge all night, came running into the cabin shouting, I see land! Land I tell you!,' Everyone was up in an instant, and out on deck. The cook was there with knife in hand, and some of the crew had not even taken time to dress. Later we rowed out to this new land and Columbus claimed it for Spain. This, I think, is my most exciting adventure. jack Pierce, 8AS.

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f l SQUARE DEAL ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL S A Bus Ride A keen observer can spend a very fruitful period of observation of human character on a bus. Easily recog- nized is the successful business man, slightly rotund at the waist, quite gray, in conservative dark serge suit, with the accompanying tie and shining shoes befitting his calling. Always interesting is the shopper with bundles of varied shapes and sizes. What could possibly be in that long, thin bundle balanced so periously on top of the package with the sides bulging? Over in a corner sits a young fellow peering into a book. The Whole world, as far as he is concerned, is contained within the book. Maybe he is studying for a special examination, or maybe he is just another fellow who thinks reading is life's only excuse for being. While the bus waits, its powerful motor idling, thirty passengers being delayed, a young lady of ive insists on her kiss from daddy. And not one of the group begrudges these few moments. Even the motor roars its satisfaction as it pulls away! . Douglas Burton, 9A1. Calamity It happened last Thanksgiving. One had to be care- ful as the passing was treacherous. The curved sides were as smooth as glass, as slippery as ice. The distance, which was really quite short, seemed endless. I knew that I was silly to be so apprehensive as many ahead of me had succeeded without hesitating, but for some reason my courage failed when it came my turn. My hands were perspiring. Then the journey started. I was slow and deliberate. I had covered a quarter of the distance, now a half, now three-quarters. I had nearly finished. Then, for apparently no reason what-so-ever, it happened. The catastrophe I had been dreading happened. There was quite a commotion. Up in the air! Down in my lap! Yes, after all my trouble and worry, I had done it. I had dropped the dish with the preserves in it. Lucille Stringer, 7A7. The World's Funniest Game Chess is unique of all games. Why people play it I don't know. Other games have elements of physical skill, excitement, and chance, but chess has none of them. Most outdoor games have all of these elements, indoor games most of them. Even checkers has excitement. To see players at a board waiting anywhere from five min- utes to an hour for the opponent to move, exchanging puzzled looks as pieces are taken, often makes me wonder why the game was ever invented. As the game proceeds, the faces of the players alternately show triumph and despair as knights, bishops, rooks, and pawns maneuver in attempts to corner the opponent's king or queen. When the game has finally been completed, both participants solemnly declare that they will never again indulge in this idiotic pastime, but after an hour or so they are at it again. In my opinion, all sensible people should stick to sensible games such as football, basketball, baseball, and tennis. If they must have indoor games, why not bridge or poker? But they won't stick to sensible games. They insist on this crazy, nerve-wracking, thought-provoking game called chess. Or at any rate I do. Henry Silsbee, 9A6. Qlto-,1 Forming Character Character is the result of training. A fine character is formed by constant good habits. There is no greater achievement than the development of good character. Character is formed not by indulgence, but by consistent sacrince. Character is not doing anything for a reward or for any selfish purpose. It is satisfied knowing that it is doing the right thing. When one lies, or cheats, he is not forming good character, and is cheating him- self of a very valuable possession. Building good character is not an easy task. It is a very difficult one. A person must be on his guard continuously if he wants to build good character. Fair play and, in some cases, self-denial, are the bases for forming good character. A good character is worth more than all the riches in the world. Allen Sondbeimer, 7A4.