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

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THE DOME I Page 7 TRACK TEAM Hoops and Whoops ND then there's the story about ' ' ' ' Hank and Hack, two students of St. ,lohn the Divine Military Academy. These two Fifth- year birds stuck together like ham 'n aigs, cornbiff ln cab- in Andy. No one in the acad- t or A 59. bage, and Amos emy was ever quite sure of just what stunt they would pull next, and as a result everyone in the school watched expectantly, a grin ready, and hope in every heart that the individual hoper would not find himself suddenly Hooded in the limelight. Hank and Hack never played favor- ites, anything and anyone was their fair game, and, if they suffered occasionally, it only made them the keener to come back with some more hilarious outrage. It had been Hank who had greased the foot- ball prior to the game between the Fifth and Sixth platoonsg it had been Hack who had anointed the hands of his fellows on the Fifth's eleven with wax and emery. Hack had achieved fame- and a dishonorable discharge from the dramatic club-by suddenly terpretation of Lady Teazle lesqueg Hank had evened the half a barrel of liquid soap tank, whereupon the crew was switching his in- into broad bur- score by pouring into the rowing- nearly smothered

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Page 6 THE DOME fence, never becoming exasperated when he found that it apparently had no end. The burden of feeding this colony fell on me, and every morning found me stalking grass- hoppers, capturing crickets, or mutilating the fly-swatter collecting flies. Cleopatra, as usual, was the hardest to please. She preferred the tender green grasshoppers to the brown ones, while she was fond of young crickets but would sooner starve than eat flies. The others did not discriminate. One red-letter day Giggles came upon some bread left on the grass for the birds. He examined it thoroughly, as became a scholar, and then cautiously tasted it. Finding it pal- atable, he ate it all. I was overjoyed. No longer would I have to sacrifice innocent grasshoppers, for which I had always had a secret fondness, to my proteges. However, I reckoned without Cleopatra. The others ate bread and thrived, she demanded her customary diet, and got it. Soon after this Lorelei sprang into prom- inence. She laid an egg. I had ecstatic visions of baby turtles, and placing the egg in a box of sand I put it in the sun. For a few days nothing happened. On the fourth day it had dried up, and during the morn it blew away. Lorelei was greatly upset by this unhappy incident, so, hop- ing a change of environment would do her good, I took her back to the cove and set her free. Whether by coincidence or otherwise, Caesar soon expired, and I buried him with all the pomp and circumstance due an old warrior. Cleopatra did not seem to be overwhelmed with grief, although she moped somewhat. I took to calling her Pat by virtue of our long acquaint- ance, and I think it broke her heart, accustomed as she was to a great deal of respect and admi- ration. Furthermore, I was becoming less in- clined to pamper her, and she missed my loving care. She pined away, and with her good at heart I decided that I would let her go. When I had set her free and she hurried away without even a backward glance, I could not restrain a few sniifles, for I had become much attached to her. Giggles did not appear to be aware of these drastic changes, and he followed the fence day after day with the same unHagging interest. Vlfhen the time came to return to the city for the winter, I brought him with me, but I was obliged to neglect him shamefully. Therefore, in return for two lizards, I gave him to a friend who had more time. Giggles missed me 'tremen- dously, I was told, and eventually ran away. As for the lizards,- well, lizards are so inane to a lover of intelligent beings like turtles. So, when they disappeared I was not too unhappy. But, ah, my sorely missed turtles! Mildred Mesurac. THE world is such a magic place, It changes with the weather: This afternoon 'twas grey chiffon, Tonight it's patent leather. NIGHT WHEN the beauty of day has faded away, And gone are the shafts of lightg WIICII the sun has fled from skies so blue, There steals o'er us the cloak of night. It comes with its web of mystic charm, And an awe that hushes allg Its spell it weaves o'er every heart That hearkens to its call. The twinkling stars are shining bright, And all things quiet lieg And so in raptured awe we view The lanterns in the sky. Helen Manthey. Robert C. McDermott. A LADY IRONING I LIKE to see a lady ironing,- To smell the clean smell Of freshly-starched goods. l like to watch her move the iron Over the starchy shirts, Smoothing out the creases And the furrows. Sometimes I think that death must he Cornforting and soothingf- Like a lady ironing,- Smoothing out the creases and the furrows ln our tired hearts,- leaving Placidity, smoothness, and-peace. Marguerite Crunachan.

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Page 8 THE DOME in the resultant suds. United, they had formed the famous Iota Tau Gamma society, invitation to which was humiliatingly public, and the ini- tials of which stood for H I'm the goat. Yet Hack had been delivered into the military school's tender care by a fond mother who re- ferred to him as 'L Horace dearf' and Hank had been registered as Carlton Brewer Henry. H Wfhereby and whereasf' declared Hank one drizzly afternoon, H there is an over-abundant supply of nothing to do, I forthwith move we move and start something. Hack blinked, but did not move from the pillows in which he was reading. He was tem- porarily at peace with almost everyone. Besides, he had just been released from 4' The Pen, a semi-study hall and detention room, where he had copied two hundred lines of Virgil as a gentle reminder that the place for foot-long icicles during recitation hours was not down the back of Tank 77 Thad's sensitive neck. c'The motion being enthusiastically secondedf' went on his room-mate, HI therefore put the question. It is unanimously carried. The chair awaits suggestions? 'C Keep it up, urged Hack hopefullyg M may- be you'll talk yourself to deathf' UI have to stay alive to care for thee, O No- ble Roman! 4' See here, Hankfi came the prompt reminder, uwe're off that name stuff. Don't forget the last- time you got throwing rocks at that green- housef' It was a low revengefi grinned the other. U We lost some good cheese, and I only ate one piece of the blamed old soap. Anyone but you would have had sense enough to have flavored it with glue. Canit you think of something to do? I'm bored full of hoIes.'7 H Letis scramble some eggs. 4' Where we going to get the eggs? 7' G' Buy 'em.'7 6' We7re both brokef' That's sof' Hack sighed, as if it were a statement of fact rather than a chronic state that he admitted. They were thoughtful for a moment. Neither had been hungry before, now, because they found they had nothing to eat, they began to experience all the pangs of starvation. Hack rose with grim determination. Let there be eggs! 7' he proclaimed. There wonit be, unless you turn thief or hen,', stated Hank. Talk of something pleas- ant, like Trajectory, or getting expelled. MI don't think I could really steal, sighed Hack. You never can tell till you try,,' suggested his roomie. MI know one thing,- lid make a bum henf' N How little you know yourself,', he chuckled. 6'VVhat's up, Hack? I-Ie recognized that look, and was instantly alert. 4' Shut up! I'm thinking. It isn7t your brain,-- you hear the clock tickingf' Um! He Walked once across the room, then whirled, and rushing over to the couch re- arranged the pillows in a circular pile. uGet in there! W he commanded, N get in there and cluckl We eat in twenty minutes. Hank didn't comprehend, yet, of all St. Iohnis, he alone could afford to obey unquestioningly. I-Ie was among the pillows before his henchman darted through the door. He had been told to cluck, and cluck he would. His face dead ser- ious, his legs crossed, his clucking increased in vigor as there came sudden roars of laughter from the room across the hall. H Will we do it? he heard Tank 'i Thad shout. Will we? Watch us. Oh, what a lovely mess itill make! 7' 'LCluckI cluckl called Hank invitingly. Not only Tank, but half a dozen other mem- bers of the Fifth appeared in the doorway. Hank caught their expressions of joyous antici- pation. He knew all were deep in his debt, and he guessed Hack had held out some glowing bait. And, as he knew Hack, he clucked again. She's a bloomin' Plymouth Rock! 77 exclaim- ed Tank. I know it by the spots on her beak. Here, chick, chick! 'i