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

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THE DOME Page 7 7 AG What on earth got into you today? 7 'gllvhat difference does it make? uvlrhat diff- It was because Frank asked ,lane to go, wasnit it? U CC 97 Well, thatis all fixed. She wonit be there. l forgot to tell Frank not to-U That's not the reasonfi UNO! My God, what is? U Sometime you'll know. live got to goin. l'm cold. Good night? The door banged shut before the M support could elaborate and strengthen the defense. Shocked by the unexpected turn of affairs, the two boys questioningly gazed at each other. Neither spoke. Half way down the block John burst suddenly into a forced and unpleasant lit of laughter. '4Differentl ! Hal Ha! 77 X'L--Il -1, . WM, A w. iw M325 i f 1' 9 'lEs.-wg,.2-'- -f-Va N - Q ' .e at A L - 1-1. -,-'- ' .. j ? enemy Pleasure Before Business T : S three shrill parting blasts reverber- P Z ated back and forth along the water- X- front, the Cunarder Aquitania began slowly to creep away from its berth at Pier 141, North River. The decks portrayed the usual scenes incident to a departing liner, with the passengers lining the rails and Waving excitedly to those left behind on the dock. Once out in the Hudson, the mighty steamer chased off the busy little tugboats and proudly glided down- stream. Robert S. Cadwell, nattily dressed in a tweed of English cut, sport shoes, rakishly tilted cap, and Hashing, predominantly-orange cravat, was among the ranks, gazing wistfully at the in- spiring scene of vanishing skyscrapers. Though this was his ninth voyage across the big pond as foreign purchasing agent for the exclusive Caledonia Men's Outfitters, of New York, he still refiected the enthusiasm of a small child at his first Sunday-school picnic,- examining every little detail of the fading panorama through his powerful binoculars. Sandy Hook fell victim to his critical survey, and soon the liner was enveloped in an endless expanse of water, with England somewhere beyond the curvature of the distant horizon. Early next morning, Cadwell, who had en- gaged a steamer chair on the promenade deck, was comfortably seated there, nonchalantly smoking a Murad and reading Cosmopolitan, when he was awakened from his reverie by the meaningless but nevertheless fascinating chatter of a group of young girls who occupied several chairs on his left. He thereupon concentrated his attention on the meandering gossip, and from his innocent eavesdropping gathered, poco ci poco, that the party comprised six co-eds of Cornell University who were taking a jaunt through Europe during the summer' vacation. During their ardent conversation he managed to cast one of his naturally critical glances at the girl seated beside him, of whom, much to his satisfaction, he approved. Fate, accordingly, came to his rescue, sending the elements to act as an ice-breaker. A fitful ocean breeze snatched the girl's beret and sent it whirling down the deck. In an instant Cadwell was up and after

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Page 6 THE DOME With the big affair three days off, John dis- covered himself anticipating something which would turn the adventure into one of the too- good-to-be-true kind. The degree of pessimism which he at all times displayed naturally began to oppress him at this time, even in spite of his friend's assurance. It was a simple feat to pre- sent optimism when one is enthusiasticg but in the course of consideration, the hard luck of the past tended to depress him in the present when considering the future. Through his brain ran a chain of possibili- ties. Suppose she gets sick,- or her mother or father- Suppose she just stands me up- Suppose- The worst supposition possible he created, and then felt relieved, for he knew that those he thought of wouldn't happen,-they never did. It was always the most unexpected, the most unheard of things. There was one thing to do,- be tactfulg pretend much, not let her forget. He met her during the official period Wednes- day. By this time one thought only Was fore- most in his mind: Make sure of her! Don't bungle the job now! Everything O. K. for Saturday? was his first question as the two slowly paced along down the hall. She gazed rather cutely at him from the corner of her eye, and smiled as only Lilly could. 44 Absolutely. F11 be there with bells on. I wouldn't miss it on a bet! 7, His pulse jumped from a flickering 65 to a pounding 83. Gosh, to think Fve had this sex appeal all along! Where have l been keep- ing it? That was Wednesday. Thursday morning: C' What time will I meet you Saturday? 7' It was evident that he was attempting to eradicate any chance of a disastrous misunderstanding. The party was his only topic. Suddenly Frank's in- tention of asking Jane to the party reoccurred to him. He suggested it. 'L No! If Jane goes, I wonit be there! she exploded violently, set her chin, and appeared completely disgusted. His heart worked on three cylinders for about three seconds. In a tone pathetically weak he said, C'Don't worry. Jane will not be there. To himself, c'Wliat is that theory?-4For every action a reactiong for every pleasure a troublef Perhaps tomorrow it will be pleasure again. He reassured her once more. She smiled, a tint of boredom just perceivable. He noticed only the smile. Friday, between periods, he passed her on the stairs. Her eyes fell upon him, but focussed on the wall behind him, and she only returned his embarrassed smile with an expressionless look that caused him to wonder whether he was not dreaming. Like a petrified deer brought to life by the crack of a gun, he awoke from a split second of frozen tenseness, turned and leaped down a flight and a half after her, and grabbed her arm. ' Good Lord! what now? '7 4' Kindly remove your hand. 6'But-Frank said you were different. U Remove your hand, or I'1l slap youl U He gave ground, and with a rapidly sinking spirit watched her disappear into 110. It was with an uncertain grip that he held and rattled the gleaming brass knocker Friday evening. The feeble response from the knocker betrayed just how much more will power than courage the caller possessed. Notwithstanding the fact that such a reputable and conhdent moral support as Frank was there to aid him, a feeling of inferiority continued to overwhelm him as he waited for a response. if Well, what brought you out here? 7' It was a cold, uncomfortable, disengaging greeting. F.mbarrassment tripled. He wondered how he had permitted himself to get thus far on such a humiliating mission. The frigid demand to H Hurry up! M eased him from a state of inertia.

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Page 8 THE DOME it, and in another instant he was again seated in his steamer chair conversing freely with the lady at his side, whose name, incidentally, he found to be Dolores. During the course of their idle prattle, Cadwell, wishing to be considered one of the haul monde, dwelt on his taking the trip merely to relieve the humdrum existence of a wealthy New Yorker. Having just re- turned from a fishing trip in the Maine woods tit seemsj, he was just in time to catch the .-Iquimnia for a leisurely sojourn in M dear old London? He soon discovered that Dolores was traveling on a pre-arranged itinerary which called for a week's stay in London at the Hotel Cecil, located on the famed Strand. Then he reminisced that his firm allowed him a stay of eight days which were to be spent investigating various bids from exporters, then making his hnal purchase in View of the most reasonable. He was registered at the Biltmore, just across the way from the Cecil. The voyage just flashed by, so it seemed to Cadwell, who was in the company of Dolores throughout the trip,- promenading around the deck, playing the usual deck games, dancing in the evenings, dining with her at meal-times, and indulging in the thousand and one activities which encourage friendship on an ocean voyage. When the ship docked at Southampton, and the pair were en route to London, Cadwell rejoiced with the prospect of a weekis sightseeing in London with Dolores. And, in fact, Cadwell wasngt mistaken in his deduction, for he spent most of his time the next few days in showing Dolores around the town, with which he was already quite familiar. The days he should have been transacting bus- iness for his firm were spent in exploring all the interesting nooks of England's metropolis: the National Gallery, Hyde Park, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul's, Trafalgar Square, Tower of London, British Museum, Buckingham Palace, and many other spots. The evenings fiew fast along gay Fleet Street and the Strand, with their theatres, cabarets, night-clubs, hotel dances and social functions. In fact, for seven days the pair had been constantly in the seemingly end- less whirl which nearly every traveler abroad experiences. Dolores's week in London, therefore, sped by rapidly, and soon she bade good-by to Cadwell and departed for Paris with her party. No sooner had she left, however, when Cadwell returned from his Visit to Utopia to grim reality and remembered his mission for the Caledonia lVIen's Outfitters. The last day he rushed over to the leading London exporter for his bid on a stock of full- grained men's shoes. The dealer, sensing his haste, expressly boosted the price. Cadwell, who was glad of any offer whatsoever, accepted with mental anguish, and began packing his grips in preparation for his departure the following day. Upon his return to New York, Cadwell ex- plained the inflated to the present wave cost of the invoice as due of high prices throughout Europe, and nothing further was said about the matter. A few days after his return, however, Cad- well, summoned to the president's office, was sole audience to the following: 6' Mr. Cadwell, I regret very much to say so, but I believe you could serve the Company better in the position of assistant bookkeeper, which assignment you are to take over imme- diatelyf' Cadwell, much taken back, pleaded that he would wish to know why he should be demoted thus. 'L Of course there has been nothing wrong with which to Hnd fault- To this the president dryly interrupted with a bored gesture, and replied, 'G Don't bother to explain, Cadwell, for I un- derstand perfectly. Today I have received a letter from my daughter Dolores, who is now in Paris? Edgar H. Beyer.