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

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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

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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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Oscar had, of course, protested violently. If this was not a flagrant case of favoritism and prejudice, what Was? But the teacher, suddenly grown unsympathetic, told him to mind his own business-or else. So he did. Was it any wonder, then, that as he strode savagely down the hall, the dull gray walls seemed to stifle him. Their bleak, forbidding aspect was oppressive. Suddenly vicious, he kicked the nearest wall fiercely, and mut- tered, '4Lousy dump! Only slightly relieved, he went on, consigning the school and all its contents fprincipally, Hal Rhodesj to the devil. fThat Cod was not in His Heaven that day was plainly evident, for the school remained standingj As Oscar turned the corner, he came upon a group of loitering dumb bells. fYes, they could laugh, they who knew nothing of the graver and more vital things in life.J The center of the group, as usual, was the insuf- f erably popular Rhodes. As soon as they saw Oscar, there was a good deal of ostentatious nudg- ing, with the obvious effect that, as he passed, they were suddenly, and oh, so mysteriously silent. Oscar knew they were talking about him fthey made it plain enoughj, but what could he do? Face red, eyes staring rigidly ahead, he passed with undignified haste and hurried to his next class, not, however, before a simultaneous fthat is, it sounded simultaneous, but, of course, it was really plannedj shout of laughter reached him. This was too much! Who was the rotten, sneaking, apple-polisher that he thought he could get away with this? For two cents Oscar would knock Rhodes' block off! On second thought, however, he decided not to revert to childish brawlsg Anyway, it wasn't because Rhodes was a four-letter man. fThat was nat- ural, animal brains-animal brawn. And the particular animal in Oscar's mind at that moment was possessed of a long, striped, bushy tail and a decidedly unpleasant odor.j But even though he had changed his mind about upasting Rhodes on the snoot, Oscar was really determined to do something this time. Some- thing drastic . . . Something colossal . . . Something stupendous . . . Later, Pete Leary, an imposing-looking document in his hand, ap- proached Oscar. Hey, Whifllel Sign 'is willya? 'Sa petishun so Hal- you know, Hal Rhodes-can run fer G.O. president. Jus, puddown yer name ,n ofiicialf, Oscar muttered something incomprehensible and passed on, but he was no longer angry. He knew what to do. is vs wk :af Pk It was easy to get a petition signed, for no one ever refused. To most Page 24