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

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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.

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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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6 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL SQUARE DEAL An Embarrassing Experience A few summers ago my family Went to New Hampshire for a week. We stayed at a place called Bow Lake because it is in the shape of a bow. There were many islands which We liked to visit by canoe, and I had my first canoe ride to one of the islands. XVe started one afternoon about one o'clock. My friend and I paddled. In this part of New Hampshire there are many blueberries. The island where we landed was covered with big juicy ones. We found some cans and began picking berries. After we had grown tired, we returned to the canoe and pushed off, tak-ing the blueberries back to the cottage. Drawing along side of an old canoe landing, I was elected to get out first. I was just about on shore when I slipped, and one foot slid into the water. Next, I found myself standing in water about up to my waist. My first canoe ride was a funny experience, but I enjoyed it very much. Mary Anna Sandmeyer, 8B2. The New Ark My great, great, great grandmother came with a group of emigrants to America from England in 1640. The settlers landed at the place which is now Newark, New Jersey, and started to build a small stockade. When it was about finished, winter overtook the settlers and they were forced to live on the ship. The next spring they finished the stockade and moved in. When they were established in their new homes, the leader called a meeting to decide a name for the settlement. My great, great, great grandmother suggested The'New Ark. All of the names men- tioned were voted upon, but the one my great, great, great grandmother selected received the most votes so the new settlement was called The New Ark. That name today has become Newark-. Bryan Ogden, 9A2. 7530 96th Street, Brooklyn, N. Y., April 10, 1856. Dear William, I believe you know that I accompanied Henry M. Stanley on his trip to Africa in search of David Living- stone. We were five years in the jungles of Africa and endured many hardships. Only about half of the party survived. We saw many strange sights in the years of jungle life. Several times I came near to losing my life. One time we were captured by natives that dis- liked white men very much because a party had taken many of them slaves years before. They were about to kill us, but one night when they were having a celebration, we escaped with the aid of one friendly native. The meeting of Stanley and Livingstone was a scene never to be forgotten. As we approached his party, Stanley casually said, David Livingstone, I presume. Livingstone was ill with fever but was continuing his work among the natives. XVe tried to persuade him to return to civilization, but he would not leave the natives. Later he died, and, as you know, the natives buried his heart in Africa. His body is being tak-en back to England to be buried in Westminster Abbey. My experiences in Africa were very thrilling, and I shall never regret going, but I believe my place is in New York. Sincerely yours, JOHN BLACK Alice Nix, 7A2. - Hunting When the cold comes in the fall, That's the time I like the best, 'Cause Dad and I go hunting Far away from all the rest. We leave the cities far behind, Taking only guns and dogs. We have fun chasing rabbits From their homes in old dry logs. Catherine Dodd, 7B1.