A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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MARUON AND WHITE THE GRAND BALL With the first chord of the resounding music, the triumphant march started its glittering way down through the center of the ball-room. Alt was a glorious sight. The intelligentsia sparkled and glimmered. and the poor shone all the more radiantly in their poverty. A light seemed to shine above their heads, a mighty blinding light-a magnificent halo-so strong, so bright, that it was difficult to see them clearly. But one recognized them as they passed, for their words had been constantly quoted: their deeds had been flashed throughout the world. King Arthur and Guinevere led the pro- cession. Arthur's armor brightly shone. His stature, his poise. his regal bearing made him different, more powerful, more wonderful than all the rest. He was a fitting figure to lead that march. the march of ages, the authors' fancies and the poet's dreams come true. Next came Robinson Crusoe and that prominent Swiss gentleman, Mr. Robin- son. The martyrs of maroondom, the idols of most children, they certainly de- served their position of importance. Dressed in clothes of bark and vegetarian matter. they exhibited their skill and craftiness, their appearance alone hinting of their wonderful feats. their super-human accom- plishments, their thrilling experiences. In their party was also Mr. R.obinson's closest of kin, the head of the other well-known Swiss family, which has been so well de- scribed by Christopher Morley. Just then the bugles trumpeted more loudly, the curtains at the end of the ball- room parted, and a fair-haired lass named appeared, drawing a golden this rode three black bears: a Goldilocks wagon. In mama bear, a papa bear, and a little baby bear. How appropriate was their entrance best-known characters of all among the the book world. Once upon a time there were three bears. How often have we told their story, how many times have we thrilled to their experiences! They are the veritable saviors of all nurses, parents. and would-be sandmen. Without them no chronicle of book characters could be com- plete. Paqe One Hundred and Thirty Next came the Clemens tribe: the prince and the pauper walking arm in arm. Which is which no one knows. Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn follows. How empty the annals of youth would be without themf Puddin'head Wilson and the Connecticut Yankee. innocents and tramps: grandly do they march. proudly do they strut, a humorist's con- tribution to the world, a genius's charac- ters amassed. Mrs. Leigh and Sir Amyas, who had just returned from a voyage to the Vkfest. slowly paced across the hall. How proudly she watched her son. how she revelled in the rare delight of having him near her. There they go. he fresh from hazy sand hills and the wide western sea: she the lady of Burroughsg both subjects of her most glorious majesty, Queen Elizabeth. How time flies, how memories come and go. David Balfour and Alen Break have just passed. Captain Kid and John Silver. Paul de Kruif's microbe hunters and hunger fighters all have passed by. Peg and her Jerry, Silas Marner, Abby Deal-the March of Time, they lived and died: the clock ticks on. Here comes George Babbitt. the Amer- ican man. A true example of our desultory life, his story is a wonderful biography of the ordinary American, the regular man. Elmer Gantry follows him. What a splendid picture of manhood, what a noble-looking man! Ah--well, looks can deceive. Carmela, the singer: the Abbess and her maid, once more alive, radiant, droop- ing, gone.-James Stephens two philoso- Dhers, the Grey Woman. the Thin Woman. there they are. pallid, old. and wise.-Ben Hur, Helen of Troy, and on they go.- Thousands of them pass by, millions of them trudge on, the writers' indivi- duals, our bookfolk. And so the night deepens. But before the first grey streak of dawn silvers the eastern sky, they have vanished,-A passing fancy, a world ever old:-ever new! SEYMOUR ARoNsoN. Class of 1934. INETEEN THIRTYTHREE

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MAROON AND WHITgE VCDLLEYBALL Helen Schwintek, capt. louise Mauriello Assunta Vittarino Florence Branca Jessie Miele Marjorie XV1ard Myra Hallett Carmella Pucillo Volleyball is a sport that most girls like because it is essentially a lively game. This term. the victors. with Helen Schwintek acting as captain, suc- ceeded in going through their entire schedule undefeated. This team has a reputation for repeated victory, for ever since these girls have been in school. they have had the good fortune of being together in interclass events. NINETEEN THIRTYTHREE 0.6 .md

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MAROON AND WHITE FOUR FINGERS Mrs. Magus. a thin and nervous-look- ing woman, was sitting quietly in a small. comfortable room sewing. This small room seemed to have been fitted up as an office. Its principal piece of furniture was a massive, roll-top desk. which surely must have been the largest that was able to be made. An office chair of the usual swivel type stood before it. lt was about eight- thirty-five that night when she decided to stop sewing. She put her sewing down in the desk drawer Qsince her husband had died. she used it for her own personal usej and was about to shut the door. when she was attracted by a strong odor of tobacco. Tempted by curiosity. she shut the door quietly and sat down nervously in her chair. Soon her curiosity turned into fear, for she was positive that that was the brand of cigars that the deceased Mr. Peter Magus had smoked. Mrs. Magus picked her way cautiously across the room and was frozen with terror when she saw the chair before the desk turn deliberately. No sooner had this happened than she saw writing slowly appear on a clean sheet of paper on the desk. The writing ran as follows: My dear wife: .It is my wish that you leave at once on this desk the sum of fifty thousand dollars in currency. Mrs. Magus could stand it no longer. Uttering a shrill shriek, she ran out of the room and down the stairs. and would have kept on running if she had not bumped into the maid. The maid's face was that of a woman. no longer young, and yet scarcely middle- aged. not a repulsive face, rather attrac- tive in a way. except for a certain hard- ness of expression which told of lost illu- sions. As she held up both hands, con- spicuously seen was her left hand, which revealed only four fingers: her little finger was missing. I am so sorry, Marie, that I rushed into you so, finally uttered the breath- less Mrs. Magus. Marie nodded in an unconcerned way. and was about to go to the room NINETEEN THIRTY-THREE whence Mrs. Magus had departed in such great haste. Mrs. Magus called in an imploring voice, Marie, don't go up there, please. Why? lf you value your life, you will not go. With a sly, half sneery smile, Marie shrugged her shoulders and departed. Mrs. Magus was puzzled now. Marie's shining white teeth seen through her sneery smile kept coming into her mind many minutes later. Finally, as a last resort to relieve her mind, Mrs. Magus rose quietly. and phoned a detective agency. One half hour later, a tall, heavily set man appeared, who introduced himself as Mr. Godfrey. Mrs. Magus let him in quietly and told him her whole story. ln a gruff voice he said. Show me the room. Mrs. Magus trembled as she saw him take a revolver from his coat. Stealthily they both groped their way up the stairs. Finally, Mrs. Magus' voice wavered, Here is the room. Mr. Godfrey's grip on his revolver tightened. Cautiously he opened the door and scanned the room with his gleaming eyes. There was a shadow! Bing! Crash! He's gotten away! Tweet-. Get him. Pete! Mrs. Magus swooned, but Godfrey had no time to revive herg he must catch this criminal. He didn't run very far, for at the head of the stairs he saw Pete, his as- sistant. holding a small and wizened crea- ture, whose arm he had linked to his own. Mrs. Magus, who had come to, weakly found her way to the hall. She started and almost swooned again when she be- held this creature forindeed, he was a sight. But Mr. Godfrey came to the rescue, and assured her that everything was all right. He said. Now, Mrs. Magus. allow me to introduce you to the ghost of Peter Magus-otherwise Mr. Jemmy Blum, the Tom Thumb of con men. Mrs. Magus was amazed. but she was still puzzled as to how everything hap- pened. Page One Hundred and Thirty-on