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

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hit at the neighborhood theatre. , Mabel did not wait dinner. .She rarely had to anymore. Always rather good-looking, but never popular, Jhaane suddenly seemed to have become a belle. Why she even got flowers-tall red roses, superb and swaying in.a black vase. Mabel was a woman-a sister- and curious. Lew was a man-a brother-in-law-and relieved. I Sunday morning Mabel went into Jhaane's room with 'a tray. Jhaane often had breakfast in bed. At least it gives one a little at- mosphere of refinement and luxury, she would say as she ate a substantial two eggs. The room was quite empty-the bed, as Mabel had left it the previous aftemoon. On the ruffled satin pillow-a Jhaane innova- tion-there lay a note on large scented lavender paper, in Jhaane's own cultivatedly individualistic handwriting. Curiosity and a dozen or so other emotions consuming her, Mabel tore open the envelope. Shaving, Lew heard a crash and a little feminine scream of- what was it?. . .surprise?. . .from Jhaane's room. He rushed to find Mabel standing wide-eyed among the fallen fragments of the break- fast tray, the note in hand. Why, honey, what is it? Lew sputtered through the lather on his face. Jhaane's-Jhaane's eloped.i. . .eloped with Kelly-Mart Kelly! Eloped? Hot dog! --But who is this Kelly guy? Kelly? Mart Kelly? Why he's the iceman! UNUSUAL PRAYER T0 BE GOOD - I wish that only love could fill my heart For- when my mind recoils in deadly thought, The loathing and the love are sometimes caught- Great strength I need to keep the two apart. Oh, God, let not the hate come out on top, Or long years after I will need recall That ere I let my bruised and tired wits fall, From its sacred niche I let my proud soul drop. Lily Sinowitz, '34 Pageis THE smuon DOME

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'fLew dear, it's late. All right. All right. -my hat. He set the old straw at a ra- kish angle. Bye, dear. And see that Greta upstairs doesn't make the supper tonight. The screen door again slammed, Mabel began the dishes. An uneventful week passed, broken by the advent of the new iceman, something of an improvement over his predecessor, a theatre party on Friday, and Jhaane's increasing absences from the Tra- vers' home of evenings. i Lew was indifferent about these mysterious nocturnal amuse- ments. It was Saturday and Jhaane had just left, going out in a red velvet creation. Why, where are you going? Mabel asked, genuinely sur- prised as she viewed the red clad figure sauntering about in all her ruby glory, from lips to toes. In as occult a manner as possible under the circumstances Jhaane drawled, Out, darling, out into the starry night. Don't wait up for me. Can't tell how long I'll be gone. She smiled, a honey and caramel smile, and was gone. Mabel turned to Lew. My wrap! she said indignantly. My new-oh well. We never venture out of this place any more, anyway. Wonder where she's going? Lew was annoyingly indifferent. He didn't care if she were go- ing to play tick-tack-toe with the Brain Trust, and said as much. Oh, Lew! protested Mabel. How can you be that way, with Jane's career to think of? You know, --this last coniidingly- I think perhaps she has some big contractor interested in her, and is going to surprise us with a booking! Really, Lew. Yeh? -pessimistically. Perhaps-perhaps she'll be in a show. . .0h nothing vaudevilley. Classical perhaps. You know Jane is,. . .well, she's exotic. A roar. Exotic! Mabel, honey, don't be funny. Thus this issue of the conversation closed. Jhaane continued wearing her man-on look, and being tantaliz- ingly reticent concerning the whole thing. She even touched Mabel for the money for a new gown, this time a shimmery b-ack satin unadorned save for pearls, destined to give a Garbo-Dietrich effect. Lew said that whatever she was up to, it was good for her. Why I've even seen her looking enthusiastic a few times lately, he remarked, confessing himself stunned by this phenomenon. What an improvement! Several Saturdays afterward Jhaane slipped out quietly while Mabel and Lew were viewing the latest-or practically the latest- THE SENIOR DOME -:- Page17

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ONE DAY - L , i i o BY noms E. Mounr, '34 One day the fatal ruling came. A11 teachers had to report for late passes if they so much as stepped in the door of the classroom after the bell had rung. Miss Voorhees was closing the door when the bell stopped ringing, and the whole class rose and shouted in Latin, Pm sorry, but you'1l have to go for a pass. The office must have some way of knowing when there is not enough time. Miss Voorhees started to say, Those of you who have had Cic- ero, make a note of this, but she was ushered into the hall and start- ed down the stairs. As she entered Miss Leete's office the following scene met her eyes :- In one corner stood a little group with Dr. Thomas in the center chewing on the end of a match stick. He was just saying, Now suppose we were all on a desert island, and I had all the chewing gum-. Mrs. Byron interrupted with, Oh, we have a little cow with us! That's very true, added Mr. Barnett. To change the subject, Mr. Behn stated that, The power to tax is the power to destroy, when Dr. Thomas told him, You should visit the United States sometime and read an Amer- ican' newspaper. Mr. Briscoe 'admiringly remarked, Lend me your brains, but Dr. Thomas replied, You aren't all dumb: I know some of you. Miss McLaughlin could hold out no longer, and declared, Ill- mannered morons. She was just about to begin a lecture on the three C's when another group attracted their attention. Mr. Clegg, his mind always on his class, had just reminded his comrades that there were only eight more days until Regents. Then with great confidence in his students, he added, By their fruits ye shall know them. ' Mr. Wood told him, Let your conscience be your guide. An opportunity to mention the Latin department could not go unused so Miss Voorhees, who joined this group, said that, He who knows vocabulary never fails. Miss Talbot thought her pupils would be all right if they would exaggerate the point of the diagram. The trouble , said another teacher, is that pupils go too much by marks. Whereon Miss Konigsberg put in that, All the world's a stage. Fearing conflict in her department, Miss Barber suggested that Miss Konigsberg have a seat and the other teacher ponder . TAI-if gpsnuronfbomn L Page19