Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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T H F, D O M F, Page Eleven How Old Si Was Once Fooled OUTSIDE it was dark. The wind rushed by, brushing against the chimneys, whistling a merry tune, and endeavoring to tear open tightly shut and bolted doors and windows. Inside it was warm and light. Perkins's store, which was both grocery and post- office, displayed a cheerful scene. Gathered around the small stove, which extended its warmth to all, sat a group of aged men men with faces beaming full of jolliness and unheedful of the stormy, cruel Master Wind without. Waal, Si, ol' pal, spoke Perkins, you 've gotta do your bit now. C'mon, give us a nice little tale. Wasil, drawled old Si, who was just turning eighty but whose lust and vigor contradicted that age- VVaal, he drawled again, with his el- bows on his knees and stroking his thirteen haired beard and chewing away on his to- bacco at one hundred chews a second- 'WVaal, he drawled away for the third time, looking far into novvheres with his never-fading eyes as if to see the written story before him- All was still and all were patient, for they knew when Si said three Waals the fourth one brought out a story full of anticipating interest. Waal, came the last ejaculation, be- traying the ghostly and nightmaric tale that was to follow- Ya better all hold yer hearts an' keep th' color in yer faces an' hold on ta yer excitement. For here goes! IVVhen I wuz a kid about twelve years old I wuz comin' from school, an' I happens ta pass ol' Timothy's farm Qthat farm ain't no morej. I saw two red apples. Ya know apples a'ways usta get me in dutch. Waal, I saw those two apples, an' all I does is go over th' fence for 'em. I put one in me blouse, an' ate th' other. Nobody knew. Anyway, so I thought. Here he smacked his lips, as if recalling the delicious IZLSIC. Wasil, afther supper who should come to th' door but Fatty, an' he sez, sez he, ta me: 'I'm goin' ta Ol' Gypsy's house around th' corner. Ya know he comes every year this time, an' whoever is there he goes an' tells 'em their fortune. Comin'? Or are ya afraid ?' Ya know, boys, I never wuz afraid, so I goes ta th' barn an' gets me a lantern, an' off ta th' gypsy's house we were. VVe goes up th' stairs, an' th' creakin' made me think they wuz goin' ta fall ta pieces. But they didn't. Don't forget th' apple wuz still in me blouse. We sat down on th' floor, Fatty sayin' there wuz ten minutes afore th' ghost show- ed up. I wuz beginnin' ta get scared. It never happen' ta me before, an' I wuz seein' things on th' wall. Pretty soon we hears a noise, an' I gets scared again. U 'Stan' up,' Fatty whispers ta me. I gets up, an' as soon as I does that in comes th' ghost. It wuz all white, an' I got real scared then. This wuz th' scaredest mo- ment in allnae life. Th' ghost kep' movin' nearer an' nearer ta me, an' I kep' movin' far'er an' far'er from him till I got against th' wall an' I sat down with a bang an' out goes th' lan- tern, an' all I c'd see was that white ghost. I wuz shiverin' an' me hands were cold, an' I s'pose me face wuz as white as th' ghost. Then th' ghost begins speakin' in a shaky voice. 'K 'C'mon,' he sez, 'turn over that apple ya got from ol' Timothy. I know yal Ha, ya thought ya could get away with me, but ya aughta know ya can't fool Ol' Gypsy.' VVaal, what could I do? All I does is give him th' apple. I-Ie takes it, an' walks over ta Fatty an' sez ta him, 'Bad will come ta him, but good ta ya, an' maybe bad ta ya, too.' Then he walks down th' stairs laughin' an' makin' th' whole house shake. 'I-Ia, hal' he laughs. 'Some applel' he sez, an' then he sez again ta Fatty, 'Try an' get some.' Th' next day after I got over th' effects an' grabs hold of Fatty an' sez, 'Who wuz that last night? It wuz no ghost.' CA11' all th' while I thought it wuz a ghost.j Ya know Fatty a'ways wuz a coward, an' he begins beggin' me not ta hurt him an' tells th' whole story. He tol' me that the ghost wuz Skinny, an' he sed that he'd give Fatty half th' apple if he would help

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PageTen THE DOME Suddenly a tall, heavy ,set man with a waxed mustache entered. CThis, dear read- er, is the villain.j All stopped to stare at the burly intruder. ''Chavirorotantachachamipatarvetrobrula- patachatln he muttered brusquely, drawing a pistol and a watch. Receiving no answer, he fired 41 Qby ac- tual countj bullets thru lVIayonnaise's indi- gestion. Then, with a raucous laugh, the great brute Hung himself in a chair, shout- ing, Icey, garsung. Bay rum at la corbeille lieurieln Then the great detective got on the job. He adjusted his rnonocle Cmodern sleuths use them instead of the obsolete magnifying glassj, mounted the nearest chandelier, and began to examine the bulb for hngerprints. At last he found some. Aha!', he ex- claimed, rubbing them off, this may shed some light on the subject! Then he turned to the corpse. Carram- ba! he announced to the astonished spec- tators. She has been murdered. This may mean war between South America and Ice- landf' So saying, he entered it in his Eng- lish note-book as voluntary work. Neerbeer then obtained a promise from the murderer to send his name and address at his earliest convenience. Remember, said he, if you don't, I'll tell your mamma! With this terrible threat, which caused the villain to simper and whine, the valiant detective placed all the men with glass eyes or wooden legs under arrest, and ran swiftly away at the rate of sixty minutes per hour. In the street he stopped suddenly and srnote his forehead. Donnerblitzen!,' he shouted in Portuguese. I should have asked that gentleman why he took out his watch with his pistol! Finale. Comte Henri Jean Prosper Francois de Chiffoniere, murderer of Mayonnaise, sat reading his favorite newspaper, La MHfilZ66 Suiwmte, in his little room in a Paris pen- sion. Suddenly the door opened and Neer- beer, the fearless detective, entered. I arrest you, he exclaimed, for breach of promise. Why did you not send me your name and address? A thousand pardonslu snickered the Count. I was just writing a letter to you. See, here it is. And he handed the detect- ive a million ruble banknote. I see, said Neerbeer, bowing his way out. Pardon my error. I hope you will not resent my intrusion. If you ever Hy over my house, drop in, I beg you. Adieuf' Just a moment, said the Count, level- ing a pistol at our hero's head. f'Take off your disguise. Remonstrating, the detective obeyed, and wilt? Cas Ecke would sayb there stood, not Neerbeer, but lVIayonnaise herself. Drawing herself up proudly, she said, Henri, you shoot me all you want, but you can never force me to eat dill pickles with oyster patties. I hate you! CRepeat three times! I love the detectif from Ameriqueln Neerbeer, said the Count, removing a wig and false beard, Neerbeer, c'est moi. And, true enough, it was the intrepid sleuth himself! And what of the Count? Don't ask me. To this day it has not been found out what really became of him. Was it himself he shot? Or did he never was? We can only speculate. Circulation Every boy and girl Hearken to this call- Buy the DOIXIE! What is the DOME- A roof shaped like a ball? No, indeedg it is a book, Having jokes in every nook. Anna .D1lZC71lC7'LSk'i. The Clasxbaole If you're feeling mighty blue, Don't know what's wrong with you, The bets are ten to two Itls the Classbook! If your food's not acting right, And you don't sleep well at night, That's a sign you're in the fight Witli the Classbook. If you feel you'd like to die, But don't know the reason why, You will find out bye and bye 'Twas the Classbook. But do brace up, old dears, Try and dry your mournful tears, And disperse your groundless fears 'Bout the Classbook. Some bright thought will come at last And your worries will be past, And the work will go loo last In the Classbook. Then at last, when all is done, And your battle fought and won, You may smile-till is begun Another Classbook. Jeannette Thomas.

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Page Twelve T H E DOME him fool me. Ya see, boys, Skinny saw me get th' apple. Balieve me, boys, I got even on Skinny an' he played me no more such tricks. We wuz th' best of friends after that. Here the clock struck ten, and the little party broke up by singing Si's a jolly good fella, he is, and Auld Lang Synef, Thus did the old folk of C- pass one of its wintry nights. Dora Glrzntz, l24. A Southern High School Almost every one of you have at some time wondered what the High Schools in the South were like. I have always won- dered What the Northern schools were like, and with Richmond Hill High School as an example I think Northern schools are in some ways better than Southern schools but in others not so good. I will tell you of the school I came from, and let you form an opinion of your own. Central High School of Birmingham, Alabama, has a very fine and wonderful school building. A German spy burned it to the ground during the war, but, as the Centralites say,- Fires may come and schools may go, but Centralls spirit lives forever. We were compelled to have school in churches. At last the school authorities found an old medical college to which they built annexes, The college was in a very unfavorable location, but we had to be content. It was behind a hospital, and the smell of ether and chloroform always penetrated the entire school. The building was too small to have an auditorium, therefore we had open air as- sembly. We sat on benches, and the speak- ers were on a platform. The programs were arranged by the various clubs. We often had famous and interesting men to speak -to us. Once a famous aviator, Jersey Ringle, told us how he learned to stand on the wing of an airplane while it looped the loop. Central has a hne collection of clubs. There are four girls, literary clubs, three Art Club, Pen and Ink Club, French Club, Spanish Club, Glee Club, Dramatic Club, Euterpean Club, the Good Speech League, and lVIirror Board. Important events of every year are the girls and boys' oratorical contest, the Club Debate, two operettas given by the Euter- pean Club, one Shakespearean play and one Senior play given by the Dramatic Club. These are held in the best theatre in the city. Central also has the Reserve Officers' Training Camp. The majority ofthe boys in the school belong to this camp. It is just like a real soldiers' camp. They wear khaki uniforms, have sham battles on the moun- tain, hike and drill. There are six com- panies, and a band of twenty-eight pieces. This is a very fine thing for boys, as it makes them healthy, strong, quick-minded, and fit to serve their country when they become men. Central has baseball teams, basketball, track and other athletics, but its specialty is football. Central is famous in the South for her football games. She was almost al- ways ahead, although she had one or two strong rivals. The strongest was Bessemer. The day before the game with this school the whole school paraded through the bus- iness section of Birmingham, cheering and carrying Bessemeris coflin and signs telling of her near defeat. Q11 the day of the game everyone was there. XfVe tried to out-cheer one another, and when we won we were the happiest students in the world. The school authorities are having a new High School built, and from the reports I have heard it will be one of the finest in the South. I hope that, from the things I have told you, you will form a good opinion of a Southern school. Garnett Lazzney. Uzzdiwidezl Attention Smith: How far fmeaning pagesj are they ? Jones Clooking earnestly at something from the windowj : Third inning, Giants bojfl-literary clubs, a Commercial Club, aheadf' If L. 'W' Wij7'J f sfo' e H l I