Alice Deal Middle School - Square Deal Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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SQUARE DEAL iv GIRLS CAN BE HEROES There is a well known legend of how a little boy saved Holland, by sticking his finger in a leak in the dyke. But not everyone has heard of the story about a little girl who saved Holland, too. Iiatrinka Pirre lived in I-Iolland, a land of dykes and canals. Her little orange home stood on the outskirts of Amsterdam. VVhen Katrinka was ten years old, France started her long war with Holland. A Amsterdam was on the seacoast, but it was not on very fertile land. in the opinion of the French. So France de- cided to build a huge dyke across the middle of Holland, and then break the barrier on the seacoast and flood the land up to the big dyke. Under cover of a barrage of shells the French soldiers managed to raise the dyke. One day liatrinka and her playmates Went to pick flow- ers, for their mothers, on a hill near Amsterdam. As they were merrily gathering huge bouquets of flowers, they were startled by the sound of marching feet. The other children ran away but Katrinka, frightened as she was, stayed. On marched the soldiers right up to the dyke. Then Iiatrinka understood. They were going to break down the dyke! As fast as she could, she ran to the city to warn the men of danger. Quickly an army was gathered together, and out they marched to prevent the falling of the dyke. The French was taken by surprise and were soon over- powered. The long war was ended, and again a little child had saved il'I0ll2lllCl.-ffllll Larrimer, SBI. THE ALLIGATOR THAT CHANGED ITS SPOTS My father was going through the Panama Canal. The ship was to be in Panama for several days. Some friends asked my father to go hunting with them the next day. The following morning they left and in the evening they returned with many trophiesg one was an alligator. They kept it on board till they returned to San Diego when they sent it to the zoo where the keeper put it in a pool with the other alligators of the zoo. The next morning the keeper found all his alligators dead and discovered that the Panama alligator was a crocodile.-Mary Louise Gil- lette, 7136. THE MORRO CASTLE DISASTER VVhile on vacation i11 Asbury Park one Saturday night, last summer, I heard a boat whistle blowing as though a ship were in distress. The family and I thought the whistle was blowing to avoid an accident at sea. We went to sleep not knowing a ship was on fire. Early the next morning we saw people rushing down to the beach. Every- one dressed hurriedly, went down to the shore and saw great clouds of smoke coming from a burning boat, which we found was the Morro Castle. Everyone was rushing madly to this scene. Men were fixing a small cable to carry men to and from the boat. There were newspaper men shouting and screaming exciting headlines all about the disaster. Life boats were constantly coming in at shore with many survivors in them. A woman was swimming with a child clinging to her back for many miles until she reached the beach. After our dinner we hastened back to the scene. A newspaper man informed us that many people lost their lives. Asbury Park, which was usually a quiet summer resort, was then a hubbub of wild and exciting noise.- Edna B l'Cl-1'flI'ZUllIif 0, SAI. MONTANA MOSQUITOES Malta, Montana! VVill I ever forget that town? Last summer on our Western motor tour we stopped there over- night. Malta consisted of three churches, one movie house, two drug stores and two hotels which were really just rooming houses. The temperature registered 105 degrees and the mosquitoes were plying their trade vigorously. After dinner we decided to take a walk. Along the streets we would see people slapping each other, trying to kill the pests. NVe finally gave up the struggle and decided to retire. I had the largest number of bites, sixty to be exact. Mother was worried because she was afraid I would develop malaria, so Dad looked for a drug store to buy rubbing alcohol. It was Sunday and the drug stores were closed. Dad then searched the car and found some iodine, with which he painted me. I looked as if I had a serious case of chicken pox. The night was spent listening to a heavy thunder storm, but mostly in scratch- If I ever go there again it will be by accident, and mos- quito netting will certainly be an important article in our supplies.-M'm'cia Swofie, 9135.

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16 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL to Europe and Spain, and still he had not found any dia- monds. One day Ali I-Iofed was standing on the Bay of Barcelona. He was very disgusted and decided that the sea would end his troubles very quickly. A short time later the farmer who had bought Ali Hofed's farm was watering his camel. He noticed some- thing shining in the water. He picked it up, thinking that it was just a pretty stone, took it into the house and put it on the mantel. XV hen the old priest was passing one day, he decided to stop. As he reached the door, the lirst thing he noticed was the stone shining on the mantel, and he asked if Ali llofed had returned. The farmer replied, No, The priest said, W'eIl, there is a real diamond on the mantelf' But the farmer laughed and said it was just a pretty stone. The priest took the farmer out in the yard and they dug up many more precious stones. If Ali Hofed had looked in his own back yard instead of going so far away, he would have found acres of dia- 1'l1O1lClSn.-JFIIIIIIIC E'UlIIIJ . SB5. THE SENTINEL No one ever thinks of me, Or all the dilterent things I see, People wreathed in happy smilesg Or people low in sorrow's wilds. To honest ones l give help. Dishonest ones my powers felt. The latter fear with great dread, My ease to guard the streets, 'tis said. VV hen the sun has gone to rest, The insects play about my crest, Till morn comes and drives them back, To every tiny hole and crack. Then I go to sleep till when, The night shall come and go again Then I'Il make the darkness, brightg I'm just a lonely old street light. -Howard Hatter, 9133. THE ROAD TO HEALTH AND SUCCESS Early fo bed and early to rise nzakes a lllllll llftllflly, 'IL'CU1f,Iy, and 'wisv. -P001' 1f1'C1lt1l'd',S AUIIIIIIICIC. Tom Brown was a small boy about ten years of age, who had very strict parents. His mother and father were always careful to see that he had plenty of sleep. In the evenings, when he was told to go to bed, he would sit in his room and gaze out of his window, wishing he could be out doors playing. Tom was very ambitious, and best of all he loved the outdoor life. Some of his friends had started to sell newspapers. Isle asked his mother if he might do so too. After a lot of urging she linally consented. Tom's paper had to be delivered at six in the morning. Having to get up at six, he was glad to go to bed early. Tom delivered newspapers until he was eighteen, then the company gave him a job in its ollice. He had such line health and ambition that he was soon promoted to a better position. At the age of thirty he owned a newspaper of his own. He retired at the age of forty-live. His friends always spoke of him as the wealthy, wise inan.-Jllury Slzirw, SB6. R. HARRIS 8: CO. Class Rings-Class Pins-Trophies-Rings-Favors XVATCHIES DIA MONDS JEWELRY SI LVERXIVARIE F S'1'1n:1a'1' AT lfl.liVEN'1'I-I EDW. ZUPNICK 81 SONS, INC. CGIIIIIIICS C'0lIfl7l'fl0lIl3I'jI 1307 Fourth Street, N. E. Lincoln 6538 Prime M cats Fancy Vegetables GORMAN'S D. G. S. MARKET Established 1914 BRANDYWINE ST. K NEBRASKA AVE., N. XV. Cleveland 0883-0884 Free Delivery ' CHEVY CHASE BICYCLE SHOP 3808 Northampton St. CLeveland 2705 Repairing MODEL AIRPLANES Painting

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18 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL THOUGHTS AT SUNSET From one of the most beautiful spots in Ivashington, D. C., I have often see11 the sun setting. As I sit on the knoll watching the sun sink behind the pines, I have some of the most wonderful feelings I believe I have ever expe- rienced. Somehow the fading colors seem to set me to thinking of the western plains, of tall mountains, dull green sage, cactus, and the thought that about this time cowboys are rounding up the cattle and horses and driving them home. I sit there for a long time just wondering what the rest of the children in the world may be doing and if they ever sit and watch the sun as I am. YVhen I have the opportunity I just like to think into the future and wonder what's going next, and if the sun will ever be as beauti- ful as it is this evening.-Pauline Mczrfin., 9A2. THE CAB DRIVER CIfVl'I-fffll after reading Galswortlzys QuaIily'Jj With a clatter of hoofs 1ny cab drew up in front of the depot from which I was to leave for a far-away city. As a redcap seized my bags, I glanced idly at the cab-driver, an elderly man with a benevolent expression on his white bearded face, little expecting how much change could come over his features in years to come. I stayed away for eight long years and returned to find my native town a bustling city. As I gazed around in amazement, a luxurious taxieab drew up with a screech of brakes, while its driver, a young chap, inquired if I needed a cab. I replied in the negative, and just as the cab sped away, I thought I recognized a familiar face in the jostling throng. Yes, it was the old and painfully weak looking cab driver, but such a change had come across his kindly old face that it started a pang of regret in my heart. I spoke to him and discovered that he had become jobless with the coming of the motor car. VVhen I offered him a job as the gardener at my estate, he proudly refused, after thank- ing me, saying. Folks may still need a cab-driver in these here parts, and I don't mind waiting. I've had to do it often. A few days later, in the town paper, there was a small notice that spoke of the recent passing away of this elderly cab-driver. Modern civilization with its clattering, heart- less machines by which man is being made jobless had caused another broken old heart.-Donald Oleson, 9A3. PIERCE MILL At the foot of Tilden Street i11 Rock Creek Park stands Pierce Mill, nestled among the trees with the creek run- ning swiftly behind it. A small stone in the gable of the roof bears the inscription B. l. P. 1822.', This is sup- posed to mean Built by Isaac Pierce, 1S22. Mr. Pierce, whose house nearby was torn down in 1875, also erected a distillery and a spring house, which are still standing 011 Tilden street near the mill. The Pierce family burying ground is in the woods northwest of the mill, hidden among trees and bushes, and is now very difficult to reach. F or many years this building served as a tea house, but it now being converted into its original form of a grist 1niIl. The dam has been reconstructed of stone in its former location, and now a new mill race and water wheel are being built. Machinery is being made like that of the original. VVhen Iinished the mill will operate as it did over one hundred years 21gO.-JIIICIITDIY H caddon, SIA1. BOOKS There are many books of many kinds, Of that there is no doubt, And many things are very fine, I find, to write about. I read a murder story- It was a thrilling thing. She screamed and no one heard, I felt like whistling. There is a great variety Of stories you can read, Some are about society And some of things we need. Some books are all about etiquette And tell you how to talk, And what to do and how to act When you go for a walk. Some think that books are tiresome, Some think that books are dull, I think that they are very nice And never dull at all. -Harriet Nobles, 7B1.