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

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THE DOME Page 6 Mrs. Mac: Gentle lord, what doth thou see? But canst perceive no truth in Be Calm, thy report. See how cousin Maggie watches Since he went to bed, I have seen you. him rise and go and scrub his ,Tis naught upon the table-cloth. hands, even up to his elbows. MT- MHC! You lie! The turkey walks across and again return to bed-yet all without his head. in a most fast sleep. fto ghostl Away, and quit my fEnter Mr. Macbeth. He appears sight, ' to be sharpening a hnifej Let the earth hide thee. Mr. Banq: Out-away I say. Hell is turkey. Mrs, Macy fsoothinglyj Come, my spouse, Ah well, what's eaten can not be away. A little aspirin shouldst restore thee to thy former self. fLeads him, awayj. But it gobbled, I tell thee. fflnd so far, far into the nightj Mrs. Mac: Scene II The night of Christmas Day. The doctor and Mrs. Macbeth are talking. I have two hours watched with Mr. Banq: thee NA 0 .X if 'X ' 2x in lvs S M, X Q Mvff Pfyvufazf' FUTILITY I LIT a fat candle Upon the wall. uneaten. Indigestion breeds queer things. And on the aftermath of the good, I find him all. I think but dare not speak. Good-night. Good-night good doctor. Your hat is on the rack just as you go out. CURTAIN Dorothy Combs, Mildred Mesurae ,Q -I-X-1 fs.-1 3 M ' ...nt Giassciazifiozf And neglected to turn out the electric light. It cast no distorted, amusing shapes The flame danced to no avail. It looked pathetic and .lust a little silly. Have you ever made a lovely gesture That was totally unnecessary? Mildred Mesurac ..,...

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THE DOME Page 5 chimed. But not all the cake that you 3rd cook: Round about the cook-stove go ' exercise. For sense doth cry, 'tis time, 'tis All: Double, double boil and bubble H time. 'Fire low to cause no trouble. lst cook: Egg white beaten stiff and fluffy Oozy dough thatis thick and puffy ACT Ill Mincemeat for a lucious pie Tempting to the every eye. Scene I SEZp:ihCLLiir?jS7Sl1izr,iflociluel .The dining-room of the Macbeth home. Thi Double, double boil and bubble dinner 1S on the table and llncle Eddle an Fire low to Cause no trouble. several other guests are evidently enjoying Taters white and taters sweet themselves' In the oven, all to eat, Mr. Mae: Q10 gaestsj You know your own Turnips gold and carrots too i degrees, sit down. At first Some to mash and some to stew. And last, the hearty welcome. Pudding, paste, and potroast lean, Thanks for your kindness. Pots, and pans, and kettles clean. Anon, We'11 drink 3 measure the Fire low to cause no trouble. table 'r0und, 3rd oooki fTo be chanted to the rythmn of fC0cktails are passeall ':Hiawatha',j Mrs. Mac: Qto her husbandj My dear, you On the shining white, smooth do not eat Your meat' table Thou knowst the proof of the Lay the food and sort the silver Pudding 15 ln the eatmg' Chop the raisins nuts and bread- flocks htm under the mblel crumbs ' ' Mr, Mac: Passeth the platter, please, Aunt , Minnie, Altogether grind the mincemeat, May good digestion Wait on ap. Roll the dough and iill the pie- petite Pan And health on both. Now put in the spicy mixture, KAI! eat profusely. Ghost of tur- We'll all stir and we'll all taste key enters and Struts across the it, tablej. Here's to line and light mince- Mr' Mac: Ah, mine turkeycock' what isit pies. you seek? All: lst cook: Double, double boil and bubble Fire low to cause no trouble. CSung to the tune of You take the high-road and I'll take the low r0ad. j l'll make the cake dear, and you make the custard And I-I will finish afore ye For cake takes the melting, the mixing, the baking, Your Hesh lies here upon my plate, well-done, But l canst eat no more. CTurkey advances toward him, gobblingl. Why isjt you want, I say? Begone bloody ghost, wreck not my stomach. Out-you drip blood upon the cloth. E Avaunt, headless beast.

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THE DOME Page 7 INCIDENTALLY GGWELL BILL, what is it that you must tell me tonight? You have aroused my curiosity, by calling me up and telling me that there is something you must tell me. Come on, I'm dying of impatience. 'gMary, imagine me away from you for eight months. Imagine, eight entire months. And maybe forever. Who can tell? uNeXt week, Tuesday night, six days from now, Iim going away. Iim going to take a trip around the World. It's my great oppor- tunity to get material for a great book. You understand, Mary. uSure. But let me in on the secret. What's it all about? MWell, I'm all signed up. l'm leaving for eight months. I wonit even hear from you. I can write to you, but I wonit be in one place long enough to receive a letter from you. But -I donit know- uDon't know what, Bi1l?'? You know, Mary, Iim happy in a way. It'11 be great to see all the strange things in the World. But then again-I'm sorry. I won't see you, I wonit hear from you for eight months. I can't even imagineiwhat it's going to be like-without you. c'Bill, tell me. Are you happy about going on this trip, I mean completely happy, of course. Are you, Bill? HI donit know, Mary. If only you could be with me, then I'd be completely happy. But-oh, I suppose I'rn happy if you aref' 4'But Bill, I'm happy if you are. It must be marvelous to be able to travel all over the world, and to see everything. I wish I were a boy, I'd go too .... Bill, you go and be happy. Forget me. ,lust write once in a while. When you come back remember me. I'll be waiting for youf' Forget you, Mary? Not for a minute . . . L'And Jeannette, when he comes back hell be so interesting. Heill have so many things to tell me. Iust he and I-weill be able to sit alone and talk forever. And of course, heill do all the talking. He'll have so much to talk aboutf' 4'Yes, Mary, but he may forget that he ever loved you. And remember, you may not be so interesting to him any longer after heis travelled all over the worldfi HOh, Jeannette, I do hope he doesnit forget all about me in my little world, while heis travelling all over and seeing everything . . .V uSay Jeannette, guess whatl I just got a telegram from Bill. He just landed. lim going to see my own little Bill tonight. You know he didn't say Very much in his letters. He only wrote about me, and what I might be doing. But now I can hear all about his ad- ventures. Oh, Jeannette darling, he's going to be so interesting. Think of it-travelled all over the world. I MOh, we are all hne here. We continue our dull existence, while you live. That must be life. Gee, Bill, you look wonderful. But you know. you havenit changed a bit. You don't --well, just looking at you a person couldnit tell that you had traveled all around the world. I don't see how I'll ever be interesting to you now, Bill-you who have seen so much of life and the worldf' uYou know-youire funny. But otherwise the place hasnit changed much. You look about