Evander Childs High School - Oriole Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Enter Evander Boy-Senior B. Senior: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags, what is ' t you do? All: A deed without a nanne. B. Senior: I conjure you three witches, answer me! First Witch: Pour in blood, sweat, and tears, Black looks of teachers — Boy Sr.: Could you throw in some teachers, too? All (ignoring question): Come high, come low, Thunder. First Apparition: Ghost of pupil who studied too hard. First Witch: He knows thy thought; Hear his speech but say thou naught. B. Senior: How can a true Evanderite say naught? First Apparition: Beware of books! Don ' t study too hard! B. Senior: For thy good caution, thanks. . . . Books, good night! First Witch: Here ' s another more potent than the first. Thunder. Second Apparition. Ghost of student who never recovered from doing gym exercises. (Loud groan) Second Apparition: Senior! Senior! Beware of exertion. B. Senior: Then live, Evanderite! What need I fear the gym? Thunder. Third Apparition. Twin ghosts: Wretched boy caught by Dr. Hervey in the act of cutting, to- gether with girl who went to Miss Cunniffe ' s office and never came back. Third Apparition: Twin Ghosts: (in unison) Beware! Beware of stolen freedom! B. Senior: How do they know my thought? Yet if your art Can tell so much, What will my future be? All: Seek to know no more! B. Senior: I WILL be satisfied! Let me know! (Terrible noise, as of the Evander Band gone berserk) All: Show! Show! Show! (A show of eight scenes, images of B. Senior from youth to old age, accompanied by music from fren- zied Evander band. The witches vanish) B. Senior: Where are they? Gone? Vanished into the air? (Boy Senior slowly exits out of the coal hole.) Nyah! n

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Lady S: Here ' s the green of the ink still; all the printing in the world will not put the right time on this little late-slip. Doctor A: This disease is beyond my practice, yet I have known those who walked in their sleep who were grad- uated with honor. Lady S: Wash your hands! Take off your top-coat. Hide it. Look not so pale! I tell you yet again: the marshals didn ' t see us slip Into class. Doctor A: Even so? Lady S: To class! To class! There ' s the late gong striking! Run, run, run, run: To class, to class, to class. Exit Lady S. running madly, the candle going out in the rush. Doctor A: Will she go now to bed? Gentlewoman C: Directly. Doctor Alpern: Foul whisperings are abroad that the late- clock was eluded. My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think, but dare not speak. Miss Cunniffe: Good night, good doctor. SCENE II. A. black cavern, the Evander coal-bin, perhaps. A boiling cauldron. Enter three witches. First Witch: Thrice the lunch-room cat hath mewed. Second Witch: Thrice and once the freshies whined. Third Witch: Austin cries ' Tis time, ' tis time. First Witch: Round about the cauldron go: In the poisoned hot-dogs throw, Sweet girl Senior, Evander woll, School books covered, gall and gulf Of the entire marshal squad; Lunch-trays, papers in a wad, Admit-slips, sneakers, pencils, pens, Rulers, compasses, by tens. Like a charm or powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boi! and bubble. All: Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs. Something foolish this way comes. Open locks. Whoever knocks!

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