Newtown High School - Newtowner Yearbook (Elmhurst, NY)

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Harris, page thirteen THE HCITY OF CHARLESTONU by Otto Hartmann, page fourteen WE Two by Jane Randle, page fifteen JACK LONDON by Wilma Petersen, page sixteen JEWELS by Anne Lichtman, page seventeen ' THE ARTIST by Cynthia Price, page seventeen IN DARREST AFRICA by William Green, page eighteen THE FEW by Sidney Knowles, page nineteen COMMUTING BY Bus by Robert Snedeker, page twenty THE PACT by Mary Sterling Kilgus, page twenty-one THE MIRACLE by Bernard J. McShane, page twenty-two ADRIET by Gladys E. DeFeo, page twenty-three MOTHER NATURE,S PRCGRAM by Olive Gately, page twenty four A LITTLE BoTTLE by Betty Morin, page twenty-jive VoICE or ANNEX 13, page twenty-eight ON BEING ALONE by Dolores Lawson, page thirty DooMED by Jean Fishkin, page thirty-one EXPRESS OUTWARD BOUND by Donald Soergel, page thirty two REVERIE IN BLUE by Helen Grossman, page thirty-three CAUGHT by Helen Johnson, page thirty-four A DoG SETTLING DowN BY THE FIRE by Robert Johnston, page thirty four Friendshzp on the Scale THE LAST notes floated out of the open window. Dick stared at the piano. At last the black and white keyboard had yielded to his imagination. He had played his song, his song. It was a song as beautifully blended as a butter- fly's wings, as velvety as a night in June with the sky hanging like a. blue velvet curtain overhead, as sweet as a blood-red rose and as inspiring as the khaki and the red, white and blue. Dick had sat hours at the piano trying to put into sound what the music within him said. Surely his song would be accepted in the national competition for amateur song writers. Hurriedly he got out paper and pencil and jotted down the notes. Dick was a sophomore in college. He came from a family where there was always just enough to eat-not poor but not especially well-to-do. If he could win the prize for the song, it would mean that he would have the money for his whole college career without playing soda fountain every night. He would then be able to start saving. His friend, Warren, and he thought that the song-writing competition was a gift from heaven and since they both were very musical they were set on winning one of the prizes. Warren needed money badly because he wanted to marry his girl as soon as he graduated. He was a senior, came from the same type o'f family as Dick, and was prom- ised a job because of his high scholarship. All he needed was a small amount to get settled. Dick looked at his watchg 7 o'clock and he was supposed to be at the store at 7 P.M. He threw the songsheet into his drawer and dashed off. He got to the drugstore all out of breath, donned his apron and started to dis- pense sodas with not much thought as to his boss's financial position. Warren came and visited him. He was very excited. "Dick, I've 'ust written the son of m life," he announced solemnl . J 8 Y Y "Hey, what are you doing? You're putting too much stuff in that soda." Dick took his friendly advice and spilled the whole mess into the sink. War- ren only shook his head. A good thing the boss wasn't around. 4 "After you get through here, Dick, come around to my joint and hear my song. I just sat at the piano when I suddenly got an inspiration. I don't think I could write another, I put my whole heart into this one. By the way, how is your 'opera' coming along." "Fine," answered Dick handing a sundae to someone who wanted an ice cream cone. "You must come around tomorrow and hear it." "O.K. S'1ong pal," and Warren dodged out of the store because he had seen the boss coming. Slowly eleven o'clock came around. Dick left the store in good humor A after having treated himself to a soda at the owner's expense. He felt so free that he broke into a run. His long strides soon brought him to Warren's "joint." Warren, his hair tousled, opened the door. "Come in," he said, "Pm still improving ' my masterpiece." He seated himself' at the piano and started playing, after ruflling his hair with a very artistic gesture. Dick listened, thinking of his own song. He felt as though he could hear it. 'Suddenly he sat up straight and listened intently. Was he dreaming? That was his song. His own l song. It was a different ver- ! Q e sion, but sure enough the theme was his. It couldn't be. He was stunned. "Well, how do you like it? What's the matter with you?" "N-n-nothing," stammered Dick. "I was just thinking. I like it a. lot. It's swell. Best thing you ever did." It was an effort for him to say any- thing at all. At night, as he tossed about in his bed, he tried to reason it all out. He was convinced that there was no foul play. It was possible for two people to have similar songs. The songs were not exactly alike and yet they dis- tinctly had something in common. Naturally, they couldn't both be entered in the contest. What should he do? If he told Warren about it he would tear it up. And Warren needed the money more than he did. He could get 5 another job and work harder while Warren was graduating and wanted to marry. But why should he be the victim? Dick urged. He lied to himself and then told himself the most bitter truth. He, too, wouldn't be able to write another song. He got up and went to the window. In the distance he saw the horizon getting purplish-blue. He'd go and tell Warren and they would try to Work it out between them. But then one of them would have to give in and Dick felt sure that he couldn't let Warren make the sacrifice either. b Dick whirled around as his alarm clock rang. He hadn't slept a wink this night. He dressed, poured a pitcher of cold water over his head and took his books. He couldn't eat any breakfast. He met Warren after school. "Hello, boy, you look as if your best friend died. Can I come with you and hear your song?" Dick bit his lip. He looked faraway where the plain and the horizon met. Then he turned a steady gaze on Warren. "No," he told him, "the song was so terrible that I tore it up." "Gee, I'm sorry old man. I hope you'll have better luck with the next. You know, I showed mine to the music department head this morning and he is convinced that Pll win a prize. Wouldn't that be swell ?" "You bet it would," exclaimed Dick. "Come on, I'll treat you to a hot dog, I'm starvedf' And pulling Warren with him, he fairly flew down the hill. Now he knew what it meant to feel as light as a bird. ELLEN R. MAYE11 HERITAGE Because our sires fought and died At Lexington and Valley Forge To cast the tyrant yoke aside Of proud and imperious George, Because they strove for freedom's charm, And stood for Rights of Man, With heart and soul and brain and arm Let's make what sacrifice we can And win the war. J'EnEM:mH O'MAnA 6' Letfs Keep tem Fbfing Which would we rather have Four freedoms or four tires? Whom would we rather have rule us, Americans, or those liars? Why do we waste those things That will keep America free? Make it a haven for those oppressed Away from all tyranny. Why do we just sit at home And shout for MacArthur's men, Those men who are fighting so bravely, Outnumbered by one to ten? Of course we should cheer for the soldiers But our voices won't conquer the fightg It's the men that sweat and die for the cause And suffer all day and night. Why don't we help them by buying The bonds that will win the war Send them the ships, and the tanks, and the guns To help what they're fighting for? Come on you American people, Let's keep our side from dying, Let's save our money and buy the bonds, Come on! "Let's Keep 'em Flying P' Jon: Sommnn THE DATE "I CAN,T do it fellows! I can't," remonstrated Billy Smith as he banged as h ssh 'scald the telephone receiver in place. Have a eart, e moaned. Il 0 anything but that !" He looked apprehensively at the boys around him. How could he, Billy Smith, call up the most beautiful, most glamorous girl in town and ask her for a date to go to the zoo . . . no less. Impossible! Why the very thought of it made sweat pour from his brow. But he had to go through with it if he wanted to become a full fledged member of the ...... club. "Aw be a sport Billy. We want men in this club not mice," chided Danny. "Asking a pretty girl for a date is a cinch !" "I know she'll turn me down and besides I don't think Gloria would like to go to the zoo . . ." replied Billy dolefully. "But you've got to make her accept your exciting offer," replied Joe. "After all a date to the zoo comes but once in a life time !" "All you have to do is turn on the charm," Johnny jeered. "That's simple enough and it always works on the women." "Look where it' got me," exclaimed Bob who was always boasting about his many female admirers. "Good and broke," retorted Billy. "I have to save my money for that new camera and . . ." "Well what are you complaining about !" ejaculated Bob. "The zoo is cheap enough. Say-you're not getting cold feet, are you?" "Why no! That is er er .... I'll show you who's getting cold feet," replied Billy indignantly. "Give me the phone !" A ff?-'ZX "Now we're getting some- Gx place P' exclaimed J oe. 3- 'l fw,',,,,,, "Hello, Is this the resi- X! 5 'f gf -:r Tf4'K WW 1'A ' y " A vm, , I ' IS' ff? dence of Miss Gloria Brown P" H ' y F X I 12 f.f, '4 f, ' i f ga Billy asked meekly. X if ' i f , fl N "Why all the formality?" . ly' X pf' 9? I interrupted Johnny. "She is g 1 . ! in your Chem class." F! by wx 'fssshr' cried Billy. "May ,ff X W , - l I please speak to Gloria P" , ' V l ' , ' "Hello, Bob," came a if Q A X lib y g X shrill voice over the wire. ! "U11hh." he groaned. Lfnhllllllrfli V N! W N1 A Q XX Gtfrhis is N U I1 ' l "She thought it was you, Q it-sd xi, . a..n.w-M-'-'Bob," he said in an undertone. 8 ,pu Wa H2 lq 1 . if . , 191 X MA f 2!,1f"i ,, !a',cf, , flfwiyf E 3119, 4 "Tha.t's just pretensef' returned Bob who seemed to know his women. "Billy? Which one?" she questioned. "The Billy in your Chem class," he replied. "Oh Billy Smith. Yes, of course. This is indeed a pleasant surprise," she answered coyly. "It is?" "She said it's a pleasant surprise," he whispered. "Well, get to the point !" Joe prodded. "Here goes," he said trying to appear unperturbed. "Gloria," he began, "for the longest time I've waited for this moment to come and finally it has arrived." He hesitated .... "Pd like to ask you if . . . if . . . well if . . . you have the Chem homework." He was at loss for words now. The whole world seemed to sink beneath him. He hardly had enough courage to continue. But he had to. What would the fellows think if he backed out at this stage of the game? What must Gloria think of his stuttering like a booby? In spite of his good looks, Billy had never found time to think about girls, he did not even know why they clamored for his attention. He hadn't any time to lose now. He cleared his throat and sud- denly gained a new confidence. In a twinkling of an eye it was all over. Yes, he had asked her and she had accepted. It all happened so suddenly that it left him speechless. He could hardly believe his ears when he heard her exclaim, "Why I'd be delighted." It all had seemed so simple .... Unless the fellows had made an agree- ment with .... Well what did it matter now? By the look of relief and contentment on Billy's face as he sauntered nonchalantly into the club room a few weeks later, one could have guessed that his initiation date had been anything but a failure. Billy certainly had killed two birds with one stone! ROSEMAME LICATEB LIFE AND A RIVER Life is like a river, Ofttimes, one branch, - Sometimes it flows along serenely Which at first SGCIIIS C0111P19-001173, With scarcely a ripple Tranquil and easily accessible, To mar its calmness. Is too late discovered At other times, As leading nowhither. There are rapids and waterfalls As a river must finally merge To try usg With a larger body, Only the hardy survive. So must our existence be engulfed Somewhere along the course By that relentless vastness There is a fork. Known as Eternity. DONALD E. Sonnenr. 9 ON USING A FORK PRIMITIVE man had no implements for eating that exist today, and therefore he used the old faithful extremities. He didn't have to worry himself to a frazzle about the manner in which he picked up the cutlery or the way he held or used it. He thought that food should be put into the mouth as quickly as possible. In these advanced and civilized times QI often wonder if they arej we come to the stage where man now employs a little, delicate instrument known as the "fork." It is supposed to keep our hands clean and help us to get our -food into our mouth, but what I have observed seems to indicate another picture to the story. In the corner of the restaurant, where he hopes no one can see him, a timid man shyly sits down to indulge in some dainty morsel. He picks up his fork as if it might break and then starts to take up his food. He tries once, then twice, then a third time but he is unsuccessful in his efforts to pick up the little rolly-polly peas which seem to be playing tag with him. First he goes after it, it rolls away. Then another try but it rolls again. This time it is halted by a staunch mountain of potatoes. Then, finally a hit is made and the pea, one lone pea, is brought onto the fork. A sigh of relief is ut- tered, but just before reaching the mouth plop goes the pea and falls on the plate. He knows stabbing food is not the right thing to do so now he must renew his strength and continue this endless struggle for existence. There is another man in that restaurant, but he, a mighty man, has no worry about who sees him. It is even better for his social life if many see him. He takes his fork and holds on to it as if he were to make a kill. He holds on to it so tightly that I don't think heaven or earth could make him re- lease his weapon. He makes a plunge and jabs the carrot through the neck. The kill is made. The man, who has this method of using his fork, never fails to make his kill for just below the waist is a part of the body which seems to protrude a little. And now we see a man that has no regard for appearance. It seems that he has a little trouble getting into the seat. This man could rightly be called a baby blimp. When he takes his fork in hand, he makes a little moun- tain of meat, potatoes and spinach on it. He thinks a fork is a steam shovel onto which one piles heaps. He also uses a fantastic method to get this peak 10 of edibles. He uses a "pusher." This is usually a piece of bread that goes around like a shovel cleaning the snow off the ground in winter. After observing these three methods of using a fork, I have finally come to the conclusion that they are all insane and indirect and too much work. Therefore I recommend that the practice of eating, which occurs only three times out of a day of 24: hours, should be given up. In its place one can take some vitamin pills that are just as nourishing and which take no trouble at all because one need not jab them, stab them, push them, or shovel them with a fork. RUTH Wann Itfs a Mania World I HAVE BEEN told, ever since I was a small boy, that it is a man's world. But I have been slowly disillusioned until now I not only doubt that it is a. ma.n's world, but firmly believe that it belongs to the so-called weaker sex. If a boy is hurrying through the halls to his next class and he bumps into a girl, who drops her books, he must of course apologize and pick them up. But if she is hurrying, and his books fall, he must also apologize and pick up his books. Have you ever stood in line in the lunch room and seen a girl push in ahead of a boy? If the boy dared tell her to go to the end of the line, he would be frowned upon, not only by the girls, but also by those of his own sex. Ah-h, for the good old days when only boys were considered important enough to be educated. But women wanted equal educational opportunities, and now that they have them, they still expect to be treated as they were when knighthood was in flower. If they are the weaker sex, it is only because they have been babied and pampered since they were born, and led to think that boys and men were put on earth merely to do the bidding of the fair sex. So the next time a girl knocks my books from my hands, I will probably apologize and pick them up. After all, what can a person do when the male sex is as firmly opposed to any change as the women are? FRED McCain-uv 11 AMERICAS FAVORITE GAME THE ORIGIN of baseball is obscure, but in the United States, Abner Doubleday got up a scheme for playing it in 1830. In the New England States in 1830 there was a game called "townball" which was played on a square Held at the corners of which were four-foot posts which were used as the bases. To score, the players had to run around these posts, and if they were hit by a thrown ball they were "out." The side that got 100 runs first, won. Later the game was modified a little and bags were used instead of posts. The game was limited to nine innings and the number of players fixed at nine. It was ruled also that the ball was to be tossed to the batter. This is not very im- like the modern game. The first match game between clubs was played on the old race-course in Flushing, Long Island, New York, in 1831. From then on the game grew in popularity and new clubs were organized and new rules were set down and there were salaries for the players. In the beginning of baseball, fully two- thirds of the spectators bet on the games. Wagers totaling S100,000 were reported on one game in Philadelphia, while in some cities a special booth in the grandstand, in charge of an auctioneer, sold pools on the game. There were no long sessions of pre-game practice in the early games of organized baseball. Teams appeared on the field five minutes before the game started. Players have a language of their own to describe incidents, individuals, and plays in the game. Listed below are some of the more familiar expressions used by diamond performers: An els-Small white clouds .if I ,V p, 5 . 1..: 1 ,-I .f' ,',v 3,,':'-.ff-!,r.'l -f , . Y". IQ: - ...I .Q helpful in Judging lugh ihes. "iz ,QM iffaifijfjr Bullpen,-Extreme section of fit ..'- the Playing field, reserved for 125. i' "" "ft:.2f'?fz'V:' :LE '.i':'fsi11?f - - - '-Q':f-'i .,Q:g.1Z,..'EpLV:' warming up relief pitchers. " ' 1".a?2i,"'.'i, ?Y!-'C . . .gif . " 'rw Oman or zll-Baseball. ,fu .- .I . 4 -1 .ff :L-3 1 ' ff' 'Q Teacher-Manager. " fi' 'ii-: 1 . f Wolves-Spectators who con- ""'e f ' . 3 M15 ." A'V'ff.i-K'-:silff stantl ride a la er or team. .T -.-,.. X Tin", u"""" .ff'f."' "liar Q sy ' x Q. Tools of ign0ra'n.ce-Catch- 'fS:.2x1,,g -'framtrdii 43309 .iii-'arf , - I! "ralph - X, Sg3:Q+'-gg er s paraphernalia. " X -.' X :: Bxsp. 1, yt, Sweetheart-A star player, ONilLL SQA '-YQ vigai.-x D 1 h , h lf --+1 I --,gpg 1 X -an usual yt epitc er. ""':.:.:.:.:.:.j.:.:.j.:.: Qin T Blind Tom 01' T0bb6T1UIH' ,me U, :fri '::..'-'-Q:-I-:ff-fl . r pue- ,' I .gizf ' Gillette-A ball thrown at the 'V -3" HFEEQQIT-.1 T ,EA , fg' " ,mv batter's head. 12 There's a certain team in New York that I think is the best team on the face of the earth. They've got everything it takes to be a swell team. They've got the best players, a forceful manager and the most faithful fans. No, they're not the New York Giants or the New York Yankees, but this marvelous team is the Brooklyn Dodgers. Here is a little about the history of the name, Dodgers. It's a contraction of Trolley Dodgers. When they won the pen- nant in 1889 and '90 they became known as the Bridegrooms because the married men out-numbered the single fellows on the roster. They've also been called, "Superbas," "Robins," "Infants" and even "Our Bums." Lois EIMER IT'S SPRING As if by a princess with mystic device Mother Earth's lovely wonders unfold From the pretty carved shimmering oft-changing ice And the dark, barren lands of the cold. It's Spring. The yellow of daffodils springs to our view, The grass, and the blue of the heather, And the oak trees displaying their foliage new Each trying to outdo the other. It's Spring. The farmers are busily planting their grain In hopes of a good harvest season. The robins are nesting, at home once again And of course we all know the good reason: It's Spring. The butterflies flit from flower to flower And the plump white clouds float above, So lazy and carefree from hour to hour And a young man's CPD thoughts turn to love. It's Spring. JOAN S. HARRIS 13 THE "CITY OF CHARLESTON" THE STUBBY blunt form of the tramp steamer, City of Charleston, groaned as she shouldered her way through the heavy seas, her rusty plates streaming spume at each turn of her screws. She was heavy with cargo and low in the water and couldn't have been making more than 10 knots. Her hull was painted a navy blue, but here and there great blobs of rust stood out in bold relief. Topside she was a grimy, slowly graying white, while her solitary stack was once a brilliant crimson. All in all she showed her age. I served aboard her as an officer. I had just finished college when the job was offered to me by the Skipper of the City of Charleston, who was an old friend of the family. As I had studied navigation, he took me on to sup- plement my knowledge with actual experienc1+I really didn't hold any posi- tion on boardg my tatus was similar to that of a midshipman on a man-o'- war. The Skipper owned the tramp and worked her free lance. He could get a cargo most anywhereg he had a sort of sixth sense when it came to this. Three bells struck in the half light of dawn and the ship was very still except for the reassuring throb of the engines and the splash 'of the rollers as we cut through them. I was still half asleep as I made my way up to the bridge where the mate stood drowsily rocking on his heels as the helmsman hummed faintly to himself. Our course was NE-by-E-we were bound for Los Angeles with a cargo of copra and crude rubber from the Dutch East Indies. The mate yawned and then nodded glumly as he went off Watch. I tore a page from the grimy calendar that hung next to the Chronometer- December 7, Sunday. I smiled at the prospect of a Sunday dinner which aboard ship is a real treat. I chatted with the helmsman-some quick mental calculations placed us about a day and a half's run off Oahu, main island of the Hawaiian group on which Honolulu is located. Taking my place at the open end of the bridge I waited for the Skipper. As I peered out towards the horizon I saw the smoke of another vessel. I kept watching her trying to make out what type she was. Slowly but surely she kept bearing down on us. She must be one of those fast luxury liners I thought. As she came still closer I took the binocu- lars from their cabinet in the Wheelhouse and began to look her over. By now she was plainly in sight, and I could make out her slim hull and gun turrets. She was in the cruiser class but not like any in the United States 14 Navy. Her superstructure seemed piled on in a haphazard manner, and her two stacks were bent over like a shipis ventilator. The Hrst shell smacked into the blue about 250 yards off our stern. There was a terrific explosion and a huge geyser of water to mark the spot where she hit. The helmsman looked at me with an expression of numb sur- prise on his face. As for me I was speechless. By now the men on the whole ship were awake for I could hear shouting below decks. Then the second shell came over, only this time we were hit. There was a second rending crash as the radio shack and after deck were torn to bits. The third shell hit us for- ward. The ship was already going under-I grabbed a life belt and went over the side. From there on everything is black. It has been exactly three months and thirteen days since that heinous Sunday. A few days after it, I awoke in a sea of iiuify white like all hospital beds. I was in Honolulu where I had been taken after being the sole sur- vivor picked up by a United States naval vessel. I now know just as everybody else does what happened that Sunday. That cruiser was Japaneseg it was one of the unknown number that escorted an aircraft carrier. This aircraft carrier was the one which launched those deadly dive-bombers on that sneak attack on Pearl I-Iarbor. The reason my ship was blasted from under me was to prevent its warning the navy by radio. I believe that the aircraft carrier and its escort were later dealt with suc- cessfully by American bombers. O'r'ro HARTMANN WE TWO When I was very young, you see, There wasn't one but two of me. Now one was good, the other, well, You know I really needn't tell. The other liked to do the things, The ones that mother's anger brings, The ones you really wouldn't do Unless they turned their backs on you. I Wasn't bad, just couldn't be, 'Cause then I wasn't one but we, But gee it was a lot of fun When there were two instead of one. JANE RANDLE 15 JACK LONDGN , ,gh f -l EVER SINCE time began the Q V I! world has benefited from great ,.Jltg g,,:.,, ,,4:: 5 f., T E E men and their teachings. We :N AV,. p iv E Q must not forget the near-great ff M-' ,, 'l1lf.'L 43 3 5' teachers who have summarized M J! if I ,,,s" the teachings of other , making , I3 ' V H X it possible .for the masses of s 1 A nf!! W, diggs 'X people to enjoy them. hp. . xhpf if -1. Libraries contain many Wi ' "" J r "': J ' "ii1i in volumes of these books of knowledge, but the average person has little or no time to peruse them. He is too busy, for relaxation he prefers to read a short story or a novel. Yet in the reading of a good novel, a lesson may be learned which will be of benefit to himself and others with whom he is in contact. An American writer by the name of Jack London made efforts in this direction. In his first book, The Call of the Wild, he portrayed in story form some of the ideas of Charles Darwin. His story, The Sea Wolf, deals with the brutal materialism of certain German philosophers. In his story, Martin Eden, the artistic trait is brought to the foreground by the introduction of some of the ideas evolved by Kant, Nietzsche and Herbert Spencer. In the very interesting story, In the Valley of the Moon, his warning was given to the American farmers to hold on to their land, for being close to the soil and nature, they derived happiness. Thoreau and Emerson would have enjoyed reading this book. Michael, Brother of Jerry, exposed the tortures that animals go through backstage in learning to perform their acts. Jack I.ondon had an inborn ability to weave ideas from great men into mnnv of his stories and novels. He Wrote them with a charm that made in- teresting reading and in this way reached the masses. We should all feel proud of his accomplishments and that he was one of our own real Americans. Wrnma Prrrnnsnu 16' JEWELS Can diamonds ever equal the dawn For pure majestic splendor? Can gold ever give you the thrill The fresh green grasses render? Can precious jewels cleanse your soul Like pure faith in God? Can anything equal the feel of the earth That once your ancestors trod? Is there anything like a human man Who strives on for his goal? Is there any beauty to equal The beating heart of a soul? Is there any thought so beautiful As that of a world without strife? Is there any story in any book That equals the story of life? ANNE LICHTMAN How does he know Which way to steer that pencil in his hand? It seems to go Quite, oh! you know, without the least command. It makes a stroke, It makes a scratch, all perfect in design VVhy does that pencil Choose a route so opposite from mine? My drawings look like big mistakes. Our works you can't compare. I think he must have all the breaks, And talent plus, to spare. The one essential difference is, And of this, I am sure, He knows his art, while I am called A mere rank amateur. CYNTHIA PRICE IN DARKEST AFRICA How rr started I don't know. Perhaps it was the pickles and ice cream I ate, or maybe it was the fifth Welsh rarebit. Anyhow, I found myself in the heart of nowhere, a friendly little jungle on the African continent. Boy, was it friendly! The place teemed with sociable ten foot snakes, amiable man- eating lions, neighborly crocodiles, picturesque swamps, carnivorous plants, and other enjoyable forms of biological creation. I had just finished making preparations for a short hike, about 500 miles, into the interior. I carefully packed my razor blade, water pistol, sub-machine gun and other weapons that were later to be my protectors. I set out with no one as my guide. After trekking about fifty miles I entered a clearing. Looking about, I saw facing me three of the most ferocious lions conceivable. The lions were short, tall, fat, skinny lions. I felt my heart to see if I were dreaming, but it was gone. It had jumped out of my mouth in fright. Undaunted, I took a bowl of wheaties from my pack and quickly downed it. I now felt ready for anything-anything except lions. But was I afraid? Did I lose my courage? Did I flee toward the nearest tree? Yes! About a quarter of the way up an enormous tree my progress was halted. Why? Because I rudely bumped into a leopard. I wonder what Emily Post would say about that. The leopard glared at meg I glared at himg he snarled at meg I moved to another tree. A swishing sound caught my sensitive ears. I looked above me. There was the scourge of the jungle-a deadly python, or maybe it was a wha-sha-ma- call-it. I was too scared to find out. This time I could not flee, for below me was a man-eating gorilla. Heaven only knows that he would have gotten indigestion if he had eaten me. I reached for my pistol. It was gone, fallen s in my scramble up the tree. The lions 'E-gf' Ay' "X were playing with the sub-machine J + gun, and all were closing in on me. I " ' A still had a weapon more dangerous than those that I had lost. Besides, if things got too hot I could always give the denizens of the jungle an icy S e,wn.,A stare and then climb the stair out of danger. But back to that terrible 'eil if ' 'l 4 , ligjl s, :wi ii i . l . ' a ' A "VIR . A 3.1, 2 Q11-1 ,FN . --' y , weapon. This weapon was so deadly j I 115' 6 - JM 6' Q' - X, fra and terrible that men cringed at the V' y I s if, sight of it. Without a moment's i3 ill, , fl' ii ,' hesitation, I drew my trusty sharp 5, wi . 'ex dangerous razor blade from my pocket. 18 Slash! Bang! Crash! Roars, growls, and yells filled the air. Blood flowed faster and thicker than Niagara Falls. Suddenly there was a crash louder than the rest. Believe it or not, that crash was my salvation, for I found myself on the iioor of my own room grappling with the pillow and holding my covers in my hands. Now dear reader, if your blood pressure is pounding, and your heart is throbbing, don't be afraid, because you too may have thrilling adventures like mine by just eating a mince pie or some similar dish before retiring. I Wish when you retire tonight that you have pleasant dreams. WILLIAM GREEN The Few PIERRE OPENED the drawer and lifted out the large black revolver. It had been used against them in 1914 and now it was to be used again. Yet this time it was not to be used by a proud young officer leading an army on the field of battle. Tonight its master would be a stealthy creature who darted from shadow to shadow, a creature more like an animal than a man, and who killed, only to slink back through those enveloping shadows to wait, and to pray that he would not be caught before he could kill again. For a moment a feeling of futility swept over the pale man. What good was all this? One army might defeat another and thereby win a war, but a handful of defeated men certainly could do no good by killing off a few unwary soldiers. He sat there for a while, staring at the flickering candle on the table. Suddenly he arose, opened the door and stepped out into the night air. The coolness of the wind seemed to lift him from his lethargy. In the East there wasa red glow in the sky and a dull rumbling could be heard.. The channel ports were being bombed again by the English flyers. Good luck to them! He turned about and walked towards the door, his mind filled with many thoughts. Suddenly, he stopped and turned again to the East. A certain phrase had leaped into his mind. Never have so many owed so much to so few. Yes, perhaps that was it, perhaps that was the reason he had searched for. Yes, France, too, will someday owe "so much to so few"! Pierre opened the rusty gate and started slowly down the dark road. The weight of the revolver in his pocket was reassuring. He walked on, his eyes still on the glowing horizon in the East. SIDNEY KNowLEs 19 COMMUTING BY BUS naar ggi 521Mi9"' 3' f fvim Q M! 'Mfr e fag gifffla fggki f I' k pl! A V G..D-.Nn-l.2u.. HAVING nrnnnn on the bus to and from Newtown many times, I feel I am qualified to acquaint those fortunate few who haven't, with the facts of a ride home from school. As the bus appears in the distance, the rush is on. The question of who will be the fortunate one to have the door open in front of him is quite evident as each tries desperately for this position. The bus comes to a halt and three or more find that only one body may occupy a given space at a given time. The lucky one jumps in as the other two hit the sides and bounce back. The few empty seats are soon occupied and then comes the fight for position, everyone refusing to move to the rear, each struggling for a place near the exit. Soon the last one is packed neatly in and the bus starts. We then come to the one and only advantage, provided you wish to classify it as such. You find, to your amazement, that falling is impossible without the cooperation of the other commuters or passengers. You finally adjust your breathing to the tempo of the majority and you realize your destination is nearing. Now the herculean task of getting off confronts you. You finally see an opening and dart towards it. You natural- ly knock a few of the unwary and unprepared off their feet, but that is just a matter of course. You finally reach the door and stagger out. After put- ting yourself together again and making sure you are still in one piece, you reach the decision that it would have been easier to walk. Ronnivr SN'nnxEn 20 THE PACT IT WAS a picture that would have delighted Norman Rockwell's eye. The frilly feminine dressing table had never been in such disarrangement -its drawers open revealing very personal things of all different colors which must have been a mystery to the small dirty nine-year-old boy who was perched on the satin-covered stool, his legs twisted little-boy like around the rungs. But what was he so absorbed in . . . his face wreathed in delighted smiles? A little pink book, bulging, and spilling letters . . . oh-h-h a diary! The picture was suddenly charged with actiong a glimpse of long' blond hair, swing skirt and flashing eyes. A math and a French book went flying across the room-and J anie's voice, shrill with fury, "Bobbie l" After the dirty little boy had dashed from the room-dropping every- thing as he went, Janie sat down on the bed and forgetting her dignified sixteen-year-old front began to cry in angry sobs. She stared at all her secret dreams so nakedly revealed as they lay on the floor. Suddenly some- thing caught her eye, and she gasped. Jumping off the bed, she picked up a photograph and stared at it although she knew very well that it was a very bad shot, taken into the sun, of a boy in a football helmet, with freckles and a grin. "Oh, he wouldn't-he wouldnft tell !" Janie whispered in anguish. Then she thought of the mischievous glint that Bobbie wore in his blue eyes, and to what lengths he would go to get the attention of his football hero. The look on J anie's face then, I will not attempt to describe. Bobbie had never grinned so engagingly across his plate at his sister before. His parents looked suspicious, and silently decided that something was a-brew. But Janie ate her supper in lumps that night, her heart sink- ing lower and lower. ' Her plaid skirt lacked some of its usual swing, the next day, as she turned away from the group of boys clustered about the steps of South Side High. "Gosh, how they'd tease if they knew . . . knew that a silly little sopho- more has a lot of secret dreams about a football hero-a senior, too-who could have the cream of the crop." She looked down, not seeing the scuffed toes of her saddles, but seeing only her carefully built-up front cracking, smashed to bits. " - Suddenly she stopped, staring across the street in unbelieving amaze- ment. She shaded her eyes against the sung sure enough, there was her brother walking with his usual swagger. But at his side was a small mite of 21 a girl with long red braids, smiling up at him. And he was carrying her books, looking a. bit embarrassed. A slow smile crept across J anie's face. She stopped at the corner and called sweetly across the street, "Hello-o-o Bobbie !" He stopped, recognizing the tone in his sister's voice, and his face turned a. slow, painful red, The boys on the team--if they ever found out! They were the town's acclaimed women-haters and he was the ringleader! The smile left J anie's face and she stared across the street into Bobbie's eyes. Neither of them said a word, but they knew that in that moment a silent pact had been made. Janie turned down the block. The swing in her skirts reappeared and a weight fell from her shoulders. A sisterly smile flitted across her face. He was sort of a cute little fellow . . . her brother. MARY STERLING Kn.sUs The Miracle THE BUS pulled out of New York, headed for Chicago. All the people aboard were laughing and chatting gaily with one another. At the first stop, a woman and a child got on and took their seats. Next a man got on, and because it was the only seat left, he sat down directly opposite the woman and child. The people in the bus were quiet now, for this man was not like the other men on the bus. His clothes were patched and he was badly in need of a shave. Sensing that something was wrong, the man became very uncomfortable. Then the child spoke, "Do you think it will rain tomorrow, mister?" she said. "I hope it won't,,' replied the man, and before long both man and child were engrossed in conversation. Slowly the people began talking and laugh- ing again and once again the bus was full of laughing and joyous noise. In a suburb of Chicago the bus stopped and a woman and a child got off, but before she left the child turned to the man seated across from her and said, "You know mister, I like you." No rags did the child see, but a human being with a heart like herself. , When the bus pulled into Chicago and a man left it, with head high, everybody on the bus knew it was because of a child's words-I like you-I like you- BERNARD J. MCSHANE 22 ADRIFT THE SMALL, battered raft floated on the torpid, green sea. A white bird flew over it, and the sun's rays were hot and blinding. A miserable, half-starved figure sat on the raft. I was that figure. At the time, I was thinking of a strawberry sundae. It was so hot. I tempted myself with the thought of eating the sundae, and of the ice cream sliding, cool and delicious, down my throat. Then I began to pray. I pleaded with, and made promises to God, if only He would deliver me from this horrible situation. I was hungry from the soles of my feet to the roots of my hair. I wondered how my shoelaces would taste. Stretching out on the raft, I began to think of my past life. What a life! I thought of my little sister, and wished that I hadn't pushed her off the roof in a fit of temper. I hoped, that when I was dead, she would forgive me for all the things that I had done to her. Especially the time I put her head in the rain barrel, and she almost drowned. I remembered the time that I went to my first date. It was with a gawky, red headed boy with too many teeth, a million freckles and an annoying way of stuttering. His name was Bertram. Poor Bertram. He took me to a dance and introduced me to his best friend, Tom-I went home with Tom. Then, after two weeks and three days of an ardent courtship from Tom CI was thirteen years oldj, I fell madly in love with his older brother, Jim. Jim was twenty-four and was going with a girl his own age, but I was daunt- less. I hounded him day and night, never letting his weary eyes rest from the sight of me. I didn't get any place, so I changed my tactics and avoided him entirely. fln wars they always change their tactics to confuse the enemy.j I guess he missed me, because a weary week later he came over to my house. He was really delivering my mother's groceries, but I never doubted that he had come just to see ,fx EE l me. He left in a hurry, but I - ' , 'fi felt that it was from bashful- If fif . W f il ffffwg, j ness. All boys in love are H ,HQI utuyh ff- bashful. "3Zi5i57i'i ...Rx x ...M After two months of ,,,.,..e, - M". worry and work, I finally wx tricked him into asking me out. ...ig , QF' - . We went to the movies. It was ' 7 -:I N iiirfw so romantic. I went steady Ik fo " """4'wiQW"fQXfX'4kfw"0" " ' with him for twelve days and Q? 2 JAM 533, then tired of his company. P7 if Ah, fickle youth! 23 After Jim, came Joe, Bob, Jack, Pete, Henry, Butch, and Frank. All in four weeks. Sitting on that raft I vowed that if I were saved, I would never break another heart again. Just at that moment, I saw a ship on the horizon. I waved frantically and after a while a boat was let down and rowed over to me. Forgotten was my chaste promise to God, out came my lipstick and mirror-an officer and the cutest sailor were my rescuers. By the time we had reached the harbor, I had given the sailor my name, address, and telephone number, and had extracted a promise from him to write me twice a week, and to come to see me if his boat ever docked near my house. I was fifteen theng now I am sixteen, and so much older and wiser. GLADYS E. DEFEO MOTHER NATURE'S PROGRAM When summer's gentle breeze Stops whisp'ring in my ear, And cool refreshing mornings Hint that fall will soon be here, The chipmunks and the squirrels Gather stores of nuts and food, For the cold and dreary winter days When shrubs and trees are nude. The streams stop their babbling song, The days grow short and the nights grow long. Then colder and ever colder The winds begin to blow, So southward go the robins To avoid the winter's snow. But soon when winteis over, And the sun shines warm again, Spring comes-and then the summer To inspire the author's pen. The cycle is perpetual, Its end is still unknown, But then again, to whom Has its beginning e'er been shown? OLIVE GATELY 24 4-f .LJ if Af. g 7 A 'AL .-'ff' Gigi-hi I A Little Bottle ,, S ffvffsf If fy TPI.. Pg ' - .4 .fi , ,r If I z +i'z:' ?f .. . -' 1-'Lf A -- rg . 7.3: ' -1- WN, Asfz- -'-Sv -f , -, - . L ,, .-. V ,i l- . .N .- 0 ,E-mar . . . Q-xszcgg J , ,,:ff,:.f,f,,f ,v '. .gl f A. ,,f. 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Dark figures were silhouetted against the red glow. "The grass is on fire !" Dick yelled, and started to run. But Fran pulled him back. "Dick!" she said sharply. "The experimental ship with the radio con- trol. What's it doing on the ramp? Look !" Dick turned. "It can't-" he began. But there, its propellers turning slowly, stood the Army test ship. Just that afternoon Captain Allison had said, "That ship is tremendously important to our nation's defense! It must never be left unguarded!" Dick felt his mouth go dry. Why was it here-alone? A shadowy figure dropped from the ship and scuttled toward the hangar. I-Ie heard Fran catch her breath. "Dick," she whispered, "that Was Jasper Lehman." Jasper Lehman! He'd been ordered off the field weeks ago. "Come on, Fran," Dick said shortly, "let's see what he's up to." They crossed swiftly to the waiting ship-climbed in. "We don't dare use a flashlight," Dick urged. "We can watch from here. And if he comes back-" As they crouched in the darkness, there came the sound of quick footsteps. The steps came into the ship. The heavy door shut with a thudg Dick and Fran saw Lehman enter the pilot's compartment. "He's getting into his safety belt," Dick muttered. "Say-!" The rest of his words were drowned out in the thunder of the engines as the throttle was pushed quickly home. "He's taking off," Fran cried. They felt the ship lift. The engines steadied to a dull throbbing. Dick 25 turned to Fran. She knew his face was set and tight. She could tell from his voice. "Lehman's got no business with this ship," he said. "And I'm going to see that he heads back for the field !" Moments later, Dick, with Fran close behind, jerked open the door to the pilot's compartment. Lehman was peering at a map, but he turned at the sound. His eyes widened. Then his evil face hardened into a sneer. "Well, if it ain't teacher's pet with his gal friend P' "This ship belongs to the U. S. Army, Lehman," Dick answered evenly. "Turn it around. We're going back." "Not a chance," Lehman's mouth curled. "This ship and me are goin' to keep a date with a couple of guys on a boat." "Spies P" The question cracked like a whip. "What do I care?" Lehman came back. "They're willing to pay me fer the radio control equipment." "This ship's no amphibian," Fran put in. "She's got a parachute, ziin't she? Me an' the equipment's going down in that. You two can take care of yourselves." The sneer in his voice changed to a snarl. "Now, get back in that cabin, both of youse! There's six hours of fiyin' ahead an' I can't be bothered. Get goin l" II. The hours went by as Dick and Fran, back in the cabin, wracked their brains. Too late, they realized they should have jumped upon Lehman. Now the door was locked. Suddenly Fran grabbed Dick's arm. "Can you fly this ship, Dick ?" "In a pinch. why?" "Is there any coffee in the galley?" "Should be." Dick was puzzled. "But Fran, I don't-wait-what are you going to do?" Fran had already disappeared into the galley. Five minutes later she returned with a steaming cup of coffee and rapped on the door of the pilot's compartment. She motioned for Dick to follow. Lehman peered out, saw the coffee, and opened the door wider. "I thought you might like a cup of coffee." Fran said sociably. Lehman grunted, taking a. few sips, and then said "Tastes funny." "Oh, that's just because the coffee's stale," Fran replied indilferently. Lehman glanced at Fran, blew on the liquid, and then gulped it down. He handed back the cup, and Fran peered at him strangely. "Do you feel all right?" she said. "Sure," he snarled. "VVhy not?" "I just wondered," she said innocently, and turned away. 26 As she did so, the plane lurched, and a small vial tinkled to the door- empty. Lehman turned white as he stared at the floor, then clutched his throat. "Poison! You've poisoned me! You-." "I-I didn't mean-." "Get out of my way," he screamed as he stumbled toward the cabin door. "The first aid kit, where is it P" "Quick," whispered Fran, "get the controls, I'll close the door." Later, much later, after Dick had set the plane down at Fairville Airport 7 after Lehman was in jail and the ship carefully guarded, Fran laughed. They were having coffee in Captain Allison's office as Fran explained her- self. "That was perfume in the coffee, not poison." "But where did you get the perfume?,' Captain Allison demanded. "Oh," said Fran, "didn't you know? It was ladies' night tonight at the theatre." BETTY Monm N xi Eggs, -DKX 1xN'- i pxhjxx-'i,?gg 27 OICE OF ANNEX 13 A SOLDIER'S GOODBYE "Hurry son, it's getting late, All the children at the gate, Waiting there to see you go, Hurry son, you're awfully slow. "My land, boy, you've not yet packed, All the things your suitcase lacked, Tooth brush, comb and razor, too, Hurry, what's got into you? "There you are, a nice big lunch, And some cookies, too, to munch, Now let's be oil' or we'll be late, Say goodbye to the boys at the gate. "N ow there's the train, over there, Have you got your ticket? Where? One more kiss before you go, Hurry son, you're awfully slow. "Write me often-don't forget, For if you do, you'l1 soon regret, Now be right good, and come home soon, Hurry, Hurry, Oh my son." "I'1l be back, never fear, I'll be back in one short year, I'll write you nightly, just you wait, Now goodbye, or I'll be late." As the train pulled out, a tear I spied, And I suspect that mother cried, How could I forget to write, P11 write her every single night. Goodbye. NANCY Hnxmmon 28 WE ARE LITTLE FRESHMEN We are little Freshmen, As proud as proud can be, Because we hail from Newtown, As you can plainly see. On our first day at Newtown, We hunted high and low, We tried to find our classrooms, But progress sure was slow. They say we're only freshmen, And do not understand, But when it comes to Newtown, It's the finest in the land. J Ames WEBB and JOHN NELsoN f6:5w A KITTEN There was a kitten, With a bad disposition, He scratched and he scratched Till we called a physician. When the doctor arrived, 'Twas a mighty good thing Our cat was nine-lived, For the doctor prescribed, A good whack on his hide, Some adhesive patches To cover our scratches. Two bucks for the physician, Ended Kit's bad disposition. fAlso the kitten., Ronnnr MATTFELD VOICE A WINTER SUNSET The sky is clear, the day is still, The only sound is the cold wind's shrill. Above the horizon, the red ball Hovers, amidst skyscrapers tall. Slowly it sinks, its heat and light Are fast driven, and in steps night. The sun's last rays light the dim blue Then like lost hope they suddenly die. The sky is dark, the night is still. The only sound is the cold Wind's shrill. sky, MAURICE TOFANI FREEDOM How can I sing of flowers and trees, Of babbling brooks, and shady nooks, When men are dying in agony So life may be good and life may be free? How can man sing in captivity? Or be happy, living in slavery? Then each to his task till the battle's won And a new and better life has begun Only then will my heart sing again. NINA FALEK CF ANNEX 13 ELLERY QUEEN, DETECTIVE Ellery Queen, deducer of fame, Whose logic puts Sherlock to shame. Yes! He's the ace, In every case! His mind is like a new-born flame. Pince-nez dangling, faultlessly dressed, He attacks his work with a certain zest. At analyzing, Tantalizing Clues, he is always at his best. As a detective, Ellery's aces high, That fact at least, you can't deny. When trouble brews, He'll never lose Any time, like a spider trapping a fly. His library contains many a book, But only intrigue gets a second look. From Lupin to Hailey, From Christie to Bailey, Ev'ry criminal from killer to crook. He inherited his traits from the elder Queen, Cunning and caution, a brain crystal keen, A sense of duty, That no golden booty Could swerve, or besmirch a conscience now clean. BENNETT SILVEESTEIN NATURE Oh spring, it is a wond'rous thing, In the pond that's deep and dim For in the trees, birds start to sing, All the different fishes swim, And when the wind goes humming by, And the clouds up in the sky, The trees all give a mighty sigh. Go hurriedly a-passing by. MELVIN LAKE 29 ON BEING ALONE IF YoU'vE never been alone, you don't know how trivial conversation and com- panionship can seem. By alone I don,t mean the absence of companions, necessarily, I mean the calm, serene feeling one gets when shut off from the useless patter of his fellow man. One should be alone for at least two days a month. It clears the brain of others' opinions and allows the poor rushed gray matter to relax and quietly form some opinions of its own. It also allows other people some freedom from the opinions of just one person or clique. On the whole, it's fun because one gets to know himself. There are some kinds of people who should be alone: the uncommunicative type who is confused by people or just hasn't anything to say and is there- fore of no use conversationally to anyone. Then there is that seldsh type who wants to keep his ideas to himself. The next is the minor criminal, the punster and his more blood-thirsty brother, the practical joker, who is im- practical in modern society. There are many ways to be alone. The best is never to cultivate any friends from your unhappy advent on earth to your more fortunate depar- ture. If you have friends, though, there are ways to remedy your youthful mistake. The most inconvenient is to leave town because one usually has business to conduct. The remaining solution is to get your friends away. If you read the ads, this is easy to do. All that is necessary is a hint that she has tattle-tale gray hair or her bedroom floor lacks glamour. If We know human nature, she should never speak to you again. The next is even easier, develop an annoying habit such as wagging your leg in tempo with the conversation. If the conversation is exciting, Wag your leg like a sema- phor. You could say "I told you so" or "It's just as I predicted." We are experts on being alone through the annoyance method, so, if you have any problems when following these directions, write to us. If you suc- cessfully carry out these simple instructions you will either be alone or be shot. DoLoaEs Lawson 80 DOOMED I'r coU1.nN"r happen to me. That sort of thing happened to other people but not to me. Thus I sought to convince myself that I wouldn't meet the same fate suffered by my friends, though a small insistent voice constantly reiterated, "There is no escape." For days I had been in a state of nervous anticipation. I started when spoken to and found myself mumbling to myself like a rich miser with hoards of gold in the bank. But the anxiety suffered during the days of waiting Was as nothing compared to the wave of terror that surged over me as I woke up one morning and realized that at last the dreaded day had arrived! I walked out of the subway into a veritable downpour of sunshine, birds trilled sweetly and to the casual observer all seemed right with the world. But not to Jean Fishkin. I was in no mood to enjoy the beauties of nature. My feet turned reluctantly toward the hitherto friendly building which now seemed like a grim torture chamber sardonically smirking at my discom- fiture. As my dragging feet brought me nearer to its malevolently grinning jaws a preliminary Butter of fear ran lightly up and down my spine as though a musician were practicing his scales. Hesitantly I opened the door, took a few tremulous steps, then, with a sudden exultant burst of courage I dashed wildly up the stairs only to subside weakly against the wall as my courage ebbed away. Terror clutched at my heart strings, and at the same time I felt as though an agitated swarm of butterflies were exploring my lower abdominal region . As I walked down the all-too-short corridor, fear wrapped itself around me in a vise-like grip, and a clammy sweat broke out over my body. The pounding of my heart roared in my ears as though someone were bang- ing on a sheet of tin with a sledge hammer. All too soon I reached my destination. A cowardly feeling overcame me, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to run to the safety of my home. But no, this cowardice was intolerable. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and marched resolutely into the room, determined not to let a mere Regents exam frighten me any longer. JEAN FISHKIN 31 EXPRESS UUTWARD BOUND THE FIGURE stood huddled in the darkness at the end of the yard. His cloth- ing was torn in places and patched in places. By the faint light shed by several reluctant stars, he saw the freight train about to get under way. He ran across the tracks to the train and lifted the latch on the door of the first car he reached. Once inside, he groped his way to the corner and threw himself upon the floor. Utterly exhausted, he fell asleep. And as he slept, he dreamed. He stood in a land of ice and snow. The intense cold permeated his body. The bare ground was swept by a pervad- ing wind which rose now and then with an eerie howl. Involuntarily he shuddered and drew his tattered rags more closely about him. On he plodded, where he knew not. The gray, lifeless sky seemed to encompass him on all sides. The horizon appeared to be drawing nearer. He garnered new strength and hurried forward. "That's funny," he thought. "The horizon is right on top of me. In another moment P11 be there !" He lingered on the brink for a moment and then he burst forth upon a heavenly paradise. The air was warm and sweet and songbirds flitted in the trees. Everything seemed fresh and new. Several of his friends came up to greet him. He hadn't seen any of them for a long time. "Welcome," they said, and they invited him to join them. For the first time in a long while he was happy. . . It was morning. The train grated slowly to a stop. A brakeman made his round of the cars. He paused before one and hesitated. With a might- as-well attitude, he lifted the latch and hoisted himself into it. In the dim light, he perceived a body in the corner of the boxcar. Hur- rying there, he bent to his knees. His haste was unnecessary, as the man was dead. The brakeman shrugged his shoulders and decided to report the case. As he jumped to the tracks, he read again the wording on the side of the boxcar. "National Refrigerating Co. . DONALD Sonnem. as 82 REVERIE IN BLUE PETE STARED at her. He'd been staring at her for some time now, good thing she didn't notice it or it would inflate her ego, if it were possible to inflate it any more. Why shouldn't she be conceited? Weren't they all crazy about her, and wasn't he one of them? The subject of his interest was a beautiful creature across the room from him. She spelled loveliness in every sense of the Word. To him her hair was the prettiest color of gold he had ever seen. She was slim, too, not skinny nor plump like some of them. There was no doubt about it, she was more beautiful than any he had ever seen, and he'd seen plenty, why even now the room was full of them. Carrying the torch, that's exactly what he was doing. He tried to tell himself that she wasn't worth it, but it was no use kidding any longer. Noth- ing but a coquette, that's all she was, why even now her dark eyes were search- ing out every male in the room. She was a little coquette, true enough, but there was nothing quite like her singing. Were there any virtues that she didn't possess? Oh, she knew she could sing, the little devil. The others had tried to outdo her, but she wasn't the type to be outdone. Never even kept at it continually like the others, just sang when she wanted to, and always her notes were as clear as spring water. She was looking at him now and Pete's heart was thumping in staccato tempo. It's funny how he always felt like turning handsprings whenever she looked at him! He loved the way her soft voice trilled his name. He hated to be called Petey, it sounded so very infantile, but when she said it, why it took on a new meaning, almost sounded cute. Now, her gaze was averted towards the door which was opening. Oh! there he was, Mr. Benson, he always seemed to disturb Pete's reverie. Every day Mr. Benson broke in on them and why?-he had to fill the bird dishes with food and water. Pete sighed, yes, she was the most beautiful canary in Benson's Pet Shop, and he a plain ordinary parrot. HELEN GROSSMAN 83 Caught THE MOMENT had come-the terrible moment I had feared for years! I knew that discovery was a matter of seconds. The sweat stood out on my browg my hands were clenched in an agony of expectation. Vainly, I tried to convince myself that I was attaching too much sig- nificance to the turn of events,'that it was my guilty conscience warping my judgment. Those accusing eyes behind thick spectacles, boring into my very thoughts, told me differently. What a long sinister face he had, my tormentor! He was definitely the Latin type, and his speech had an unpleasant hiss that reminded me of a snake. His gaze rooted me in my seat. It was steady and accusing. I tried to tear my eyes away, to act nonchalant. Feebly, I brushed an imaginary curl out of my eyes, and smiling vaguely, fastened my gaze on a picture at the end of the room. I heard a step near me, nearer, nearer. I glanced wildly about me like a cornered animal. There was no place to hide the evidence. His voice came then, hissing softly between those cruel white teeth: "Senorita, you will please to follow me P' fOh, the Gestapo would have no terrors, after what followed. For I was caught--caught eating candy in my Spanish classlj HELEN JoHNsoN A Dog Settling Down by the Fire WHEN WE THINK of a dog lying by the fire we usually think of a large room, with firelight flickering about everything and a man moking his pipe. This usually brings to our minds the thought that a dog does lead a lazy life. But do we ever think of the dogs lying by camp fires keeping watch while their masters sleep? When the sun sets and the blackness of night closes in, the shepherd knows that he can sleep in peace, for his dog is on the job watching the sheep and keeping wolves, coyotes and mountain lions at a safe distance. Daily he makes his rounds keeping the sheep from wandering off or stampeding. Hunters also use dogs, as most of us know, and without his dog the hunter would be at a loss, for dogs have what we call a sixth sense which no human being possesses. He can smell and hear birds and animals at a great distance before the hunter would ever know they were there. VVhen next you see a dog lying by a fire remember there are hundreds of dogs lying by fires keeping watch and doing their jobs thoroughly. They're wide awake while their masters sleep soundly and peacefully. There is no loafing, for the dog knows he has a job to do. 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