Girls Vocational School - Sun Dial Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE TRADE I THE MYSTERY OF Mas. PETER! By Anna M anzo Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a Wife, but eouldn't keep her- Have you ever wondered why? I know you have, and so have I This startling fact caused me confu- sion I thought of this, as a solution: Perhaps Mrs. Peter was fond of fash- ions, And she drove her poor husband Into days of distraction, VVorrying over her many bills From dresses she bought, That she claimed gave her thrills. VVhat,s this P he demanded One night at eight thirty? Shaking a bill at her madly In hands grubby and dirty. Why dearf' she replied, from her seat in the rocker, You 1'emember the dress That was designed by lNIainhocher, The skirt wrapped to the left And the bodice to the right, The material that was used I'll admit was too bright. The short left sleeve VVas of satin-faced crepe, And ended in a train- Oh dear, Pvc run out of tape ! t'And what did you buy at this par- ticular store VVl1en you went after paint For the guest bedroom door? A lovely black suit IVith stitching on the flaps, Darling, you know I couldn't re that? '6Bills, bills, I'm going mad, If you ever buy on credit again Youall regret it, by Gad ! sist And with this declaration He stormed off to bed With visions of the poorhouse Filling his head. The next day at 10:00 The postman arrived VVith a new fashion book And was quite surprised When she told him to take back VVhat he had brought, Her husband was due, And then she'd get caught! Everything went fine, Till, one day in December When, I haven't any clothesf, She suddenly remembered. Down to the clothes store She strode very briskly Buying furs and dresses, oh, so riskily And all this on credit she foolishly bought. And late that night With her husband she fought. He yelled and she wept Till the wee hours of morn, But her baggage was packed And ready by dawn. Poor Mrs. Peter was out in the cold 'Cause she didn't heed What her husband foretold. Alas! Mrs. Peter, The pumkin eater's wife, Led, in my opinion, A very horrid life. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater Had a wife but couldn't keep her, ,Cause she was extravagant And he without pity, Sent her straight back to her native city. 34

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TACKLER THE ROMANCE OF A DANCE By Vera Mossman The gay frock of gold that I wore to the dance, was a promise of sophistica- tion, and a step towards romance, The shirred satin collar of pussy-willow design, stood up in the back in a manner divine. The shirred bloused effect, concluded at the waist, and the back that wasn't there was almost a disgrace, The flared skirt fitted tightly at the hips, my dear, and to bend over too sud- denly would mean disaster, I fear. Bly toes twinkled merrily in sandles minus the toes, and the bare heel I dis- played, why it nearly froze! Six thin straps, buckling on the side, were not only unique, but the height of my pride. VVhile of my cup of punch I was sipping a bit, I was invited to twirl, by a cute little trick! He fetched me my bag of mellow gold crepe, and while he was gone, I indulged in the cake. Upon his appearance, I opened the flap of my bag, and took out my puf attached to what he called a flag, It was really a chiffon hanky, ever so long, I picked up in fair London, for little more than a song. While dancing, the conversation was sort of dull, and I noticed a gown of chiffon from halter to toe, The back I Won't mention, for they will never know that her bareness was hid- den by an enormous string bow. Another creation that made me sigh, was of pale blue matelasse with a back- wards jacket of deep pearl grey, The top of the jacket wore a flower or two, and the short skirt in front, is now ultra new. The back of the girl showed from the slit of the jacket, and the buttons thereon resembled the ears of a rabbit, Her curls she had piled away up on high, A good nest forthe birdies, right then said and thought I! But time was passing, and it was soon time to go, and my partner shyly remarked that he hated parting sog He wrapped my gold cape about me, while I tied it in front, and again on the side, in style quite elegant. He saw me to my door, in a brand new limousine, his promise to call inspired me to dream. The gay frock of gold that I wore to the dance, decked me in sophistication, and brought me romance. 33

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TACKLER CHARACTERIZATIONS IN SHORT STORIES Books ARE Your. best friends. Reading brings the experiences of other people to you, and through your imagination you may re-live these happenings. Read- ing will help you to acquire some of the wisdom of all times and will awaken your feelings to those things that are worth while in life. Here is a group of poems about. characters found in short stories. If you find the characterization interesting, turn to the key and get the title of the story. Many pleasant hours may be spent reading these short stories. I . Jibber, jabber, and a truckin' on down, Goes her tongue just round and round, Hears and talks and knows about all, From the toe ill your sock to the clothes in the hall. Sonia Finlflestein II The person wears old-fashioned clothes And has a long transparent nose, She,s patient, weary, and alert, One would not say she is a flirt. Before her aunt died in the town Hel' sister used to share her gown, But now she has more than one dress, Who is this woman? Can you guess? Evelyn Rose III I'm a had girl, a mischievous girl, A spoiled girl, and sometimes all alone, Pm a mean girl, a determined girl, Making fun of my own. I used to tease the passengers, and also the crew Until my father taught me Something I never knew. M erec I'urlre7eitch IV Dark rimmed glasses on his nose, Old and shaggy were his clothes, Gave up all his time for others, Helped a hungry child and mother, Mended shoes from morn till night, And from the Bible learned what is Fight' Evelyn Crzarnowsky V He was a very ambitious clerk Who gave his best hours to his work. His greatest hope was to write a book In the winter time in some cozy nook. In the fall of the year he was married But in writing his book still he tarried. All winter long he wrote not a thing, Said he, I'll start my book in the spring. E I! When spring came along and thetrees became green Wfatching them grow this man could be seen In the summer, he said, I'll do it in the fallf' It is not written yet. Whom does this 1 3f'9-H? Anna Scherb VI This boy is just like any lad Sometimes he,s good-sometimes he's bad He has a bosom friend named Sam Who with this boy got in a jam. They found a horse out in the street And took him in to eat some meat, Because of this good deed of merit They won a medal, and proudly wear lt' Evelyn Rose VII Tall of stature and very lean X Was this lad of seventeen A Whose urge for a dress suit was very keen He wanted to strut before his queen. Rita Clifford 35