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

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class had sent him to Miss Leete, for he was always rather lenient with them. An attempt was better than nothing, so he repeated an excuse that had been made to him once. I've heard that before, said Miss Leete, and desiring further information, Mr. Hopkins said, What of it? - Grant it, said Mr. Andrews, but Miss Leete had heard too much. Enough detentions were given that entire group to give them time to think up some original excuses. Someone started to protest, but Dr. Schmidt said, Quiet down, boy, and the hint was taken. Goes in one ear and out the other, said Mr. Robinson, but when it came his turn he said, By Gosh! Oh pifHe! My stars and Confound it! all at once. A very musical Ooooooh! was Miss Dithridge's contribution, while Miss McDowell went, Hmmmmm. V So it went throughout the day. Mr. Finnegan returned to his room and immediately ordered, Fermez les livres! Miss Manfred reminded them as soon as she entered the door, This is a SPANISH class. Now I once knew a girl--, were the first words of Mr. Abrams, on his return. ' Miss Falvey had forgotten the little cherubs for the moment, and called her class little boneheads instead. Mrs. Walter wanted her class to feel at home, so she opened the door and immediately said, For tomorrow--. Mrs. Bryant became quite impatient telling her class, to Ex- plode on their 'Ts' . Never again will Richmond Hill attempt to demand prompt- ness in such a manner. Students will just have to suffer by missing their work when a teacher is late. - And I shall fling My banners unfurled And a feeble voice To a skeptical world. U H n an H 'rl-1: szruon nom: g Pagezi

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To calm them more she started to recite, I never saw the moor, I never saw the sea Yet I know how the heather looks And what a wave rnust be. I never-- For the love' of Mike and all his relatives! , exclaimed Mr. Grehan. Into the office was escorted Mr. Atwater. He had been caught in the halls without a pass. Miss Knapp looked over her shoulder and murmured, Red card for you. Mr. Atwater went right up to Miss Leete's desk and began, Now did you ever hear this story-P Either Miss Leete had or didn't care to, for she said, Pm afraid you'll have to take a detention, and remember, if you talk, the first detention doesn't count. He meekly accepted the pretty little slip and turned and left the office, Clever, these Chinese whispered Mr. Grehan. But his turn was coming, and he began to wish for a little Chinese ancestry. Miss Johnston was at the desk and said, as usual, Stop me if I talk too long. She was stopped and dismissed with two detentions. Mr. Tressler was next up at the bat and almost said, Will you please rise, when Miss Leete started to address him. He told Miss Leete that his ruling was always, Right minus wrong. His case was presented and the subtraction was made leaving him with a slip such as the others had received. When it came Miss Galbraith's turn she began with, Now, honey,- and Miss Leete didn't have the heart to dispute the case. Miss Falvey was with her and hustled off to her little cherubs . Messrs. Meehan, Foote, Behn, Barnett, Andrews, Smith, Byers, Hopkins, and Briscoe thought they would do best by sticking to- gether. Miss Leete had asked a question and in return Mr. Behn asked another, adding, I suppose you wonder where I got that question from, huh? Answer the question asked, suggested Mr. Foote. p I know I must be crazyg otherwise I wouldn't be a teacher , mourned Mr. Barnett. Think it over. Check for you, cautioned Mr. Smith. A Cut the excess, was-Mr. Briscoe's request. Beg pardon? said Mr. Meehan, who was still thinking over Mr. Barnett's remark about teachers. Now, boys, said Mr. Stilson, Let's do business. Miss Leete seconded the motion and asked why Mr. Hopkins had been late to class. He wasn't quite sure himself and didn't see why the Pagezo - THE SENIOR DOME

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ON PARLE ANGLAIS E E MARGARET OSWALD, '34 Oh, how often have we heard the lament of the studentg how difficult is the process of learning a foreign language, of enriching our capacities in another tongue. True, it is an achievement to master the beautiful French, but, have you stopped to consider the obsta- cles that would trip Pierre Louis de Bergerac in an attempt to learn our own mother tongue, not in a school in sunny France, but even in our own dear country? Let us localize a bit more, New York City. Pierre has friends in the city who obligingly take him to witness our national pastime at the Yankee Stadium. Come on, you old Bambino, sock 'at apple on the nose! Poor Pierre. Heretofore, to his limited knowledge, an apple was a fruit, to be eaten, and as for a nose-surely the man was joking! - Pierre's friends take him to a prize fight. Yah, Yah, watch the big palooka take a nose-dive! c'mon, sock the big apple on the button! Pierre is now engulfed in a fog. Palooka? Nose-dive? Apple? Mon Dieu, the apple now has a button! Pierre's friends know he'll enjoy the movies. What's playing? Paul Muni in Scarface ? Fine, a four-star picture. Now listen, Mug, yer in a tight spot,l see? Here's a cuppla grand, and snow AMSCRAYP' Befuddled, enveloped in uncertainty, Pierre is shooed off to a party at which he meets the intelligentsia. Having such a keen discemment of life, it is necessary that their sorrows be drowned, or at least thoroughly doused in the native spirits of joy. Their lan- guage is quite unintelligible even to Pierre's friends. It is seven o'clock the next evening, or any evening, and Pierre seeks enlightenment in the radio. Ahwah, awah, dis year population propolition sho am intri- cated. First, dey asks you youh senses. Den dey checks and double checks and re-double checks youh. Man, ah's regustedl Poor Pierre! 4 SNOWFLAKES They are all bits of elfin laughter Which floated from their world to ours, . But they froze when they reached our colder air Into beautiful, fragile flowers. Annette Lucille Basquin, '34 Pae22 'THE SENIOR DOME