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

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The 'gfaux pas Boopy, alias Doody, has committed are innumerable. She has barked f erociously at the faculty adviser, dumped copy all over the floor in her too eager acceptance of bits of cookies and sandwiches brought from the ucafw to the tired and hungry staff members, but she has counter- acted that by her devotion to the office. Nobody gets in or out of it when she is on guard. At one time, Doody and her efforts to protect the office were not fully appreciated. The editor sat at his desk tearing his hair and racking his brain to the tune of Doody, who was applying her best voice, a long, loud bay, to a few staff members attempting to enter the oflice. She was placed gently, though not too gently, outside the door of the office by the editor personally. Doody gave him a look that implied, I have been thrown out of bigger and better places than this. She then turned tail upon him and walked with a dignified click of nails down the steps and out of the 114th Street entrance. She was found later guarding the whole school. To any eye-witness of this incident Doody was Hthrown-out of the Publications Office, but Doody would have it known that she left of her own f reewwill and, being of that attitude, she will visit R.H.H.S. until the last of the Burg family graduates or is uthrown-outf, fln case of the latter., uthe last of the Burg family would have it known that she left of her own free-wi1l. j VINCY BURG, June '39 5' ' - Q' X with ,zisfx 'si N' N -twig,-gi? . ik f F 1 . X V ff 3 fi Y ' I ffl. f . il ' 4 S ' 's i WIP 'Illia-eva . Y -'f -I - -bn-unaewnwiv. I W --u-an--Q-n-nnneuvllm . if. .s..,.. M... -- '1!lurm.,., J' x aiusvuvw- J af. Ai. -qjnuu-an-nnnqunp 1 fr, ' ' ' fr, ' ,xx MK YT- 7 , 5 ig U It . sw' 2 5 -A i K' f i 'wi l ':S 'i s ' Jeff .wmi fu-J - S .1 's......,,...tmL. 2' A f

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DOODY A F REQUENT and enthusi- astic visitor of Richmond Hill High School is Doody, the foxhound. Doody's fa- vorite spot to visit is the Publications Office, e s p e - cially when its occupants are in the throes of agony over the forthcoming issue of the paper. She has visited the '6Pub Office ever since she was a clumsy, big-pawed, droopy-eared hound PUPPY Nm seven years ago. During ' that time she has again become clumsy because of an over-sized tummy gained by lack of exercise and a lazy life. She has been the mother of five bouncing babies, has been tested and approved by the A.S.P.C.A. against rabies, and has won three blue ribbons at the Ottawa Dog Show. Although Doody's forbears may have been well known for their ability to chase fox, Doody is renowned for her ability to track down skunk. She mixes up with one on the average of once a year when she is on her summer vacation in Canada. Doody boasts the longer and more intricate name of Scott's Chum the F ifthl' and belongs to Nancy Burg, one time reporter on the Domino. She has been brought to the HPub,' Office by the other members of the family as they became associated with newspaper writing. Sad-faced Doody has lived through many feverish hours in the 'gPub Ollice and has witnessed many a catastrophe in the printer,s shop Without a change of expression or feeling. She has accompanied many a reporter on wild hunts for news, and yet Doody is not a true reporter in any sense of the word. Her attitude is not commendable. She has slept quietly undis- turbed and uninterested under the editor's desk and amid piles of discarded attempts at journalism during the multitudes of disasters and successes of the paper. Page 21

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WHY, F RUSTRATION is the word. All his life Oscar Whiflie had been frustrated. When he was only two years old, he had been frustrated in his desire to run away and see the world. And so it continued. A long line of frustrations- it was his fate. That is, stupid people would call it frustration. Oscar himself, with the calm indifference of boiling rage, would call it martyrdom. It was amazing the way he was checked and hounded, tormented and persecuted by the crass stupidity of driveling idiots. Naturally, he kept his titanic struggles against almost impossible odds, his refusal to be swamped by the ignorant, indifferent, and insolent idiots, a secret. People would misunder- stand, as usual, and think him conceited. QTO be great is to be misunder- stood-Emersonj Oscar knew himself to be misunderstood, martyred, and great. Not great in the common meaning of the word, however, for all so-called great,' men are sooner or later acclaimed by the rabble, which is the surest proof that they were not truly great-only mediocre, or perhaps a little better. But Oscar was so great that N0 ONE appreciated his genius! Ah, this was magnificence itself I Pity the poor fellow who has never tasted the fruits of greatness! To be scorned, to be despised-what happiness! But occasionally this unshared joy palled on Oscar, and he would secretly hope for a little stupid, mediocre acclamation from the moronic multitudes. But they, with the calm aplomb of abysmal ignorance and inert indifference, were heedless. fW'hat fools these mortals belj Such was Oscar's mood today, for he was plunged into the utmost depths of despair, helpless resentment, and-frustration. Not ten minutes before, with studied unconcern, he had accepted a ninth period detention for lateness. As a matter of fact, he hadn't really minded, for Hal Rhodes, the bane of Oscar's existence and also class president fa perfect example of the stupid students' choice of a leaderj, had also come in late, and Oscar had looked forward in glee to the prospect of watching the arrogant and conceited Rhodes humbled by forty-five minutes of common, humiliating, old-fashioned detention. But, so compelling was the uncanny power that Rhodes wielded, that when he begged off because of a Student Board meeting that same afternoon fas if they couldn,t get along without him! D, the teacher had, in Oscar,s furious opinion, all too readily assented. Page 23