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

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16 ALICE DEAL JUNIOR- HIGH SCHOOL A Needed Invention My hobby is model. airplane building and in nip' work it is necessary to invent many tools and methods. Recently I came upon a problem that had me stumped for a long while. I had to -find some way of bending small strips of balsam wood into curved shapes. At la.st I hit upon an idea: I would draw a rough out- line of' the position the bent strip was to hold and place pins on each side of the line. To shape ai piece of wood a foot long I would use about lifty pins. Then l put the balsam strip in water until it was almost soaked so that I could put it in the space between the pins. After this had set, l applied glue 011 the wood. In about twenty minutes I took the wood out and it was very strong and stilil I have used this method ever sinee then and lind it very Sahsfactmb' -Herbert Rutland-, SBI. Peregrinations One day Marcia and I were digging iu a flower bed when, suddenly, we found a tunnel. After we had gone down it a mile or two, we caught up with the digger. a kind little rat. t'Hello, we said, may we follow you? He nodded, and we followed a half a mile be- hind for about twenty-tive days until 0116 day. maybe it was night, we heard something. IVe quickly hid be- hond a. large rock. Something approachedg we heard Chinese. The Chinainen rested a while and then ran back with us in pursuit. After twenty days we emerged from the tunnel. The rat bade us goodbye and was gone. Then, toward us, in a group of Chinamen, came a huge man decof rated with medals. He questioned us very angrily. Vife explained in English and Latin. the only languages we knew, that we couldnit understand. He made a lunge at Patsy when I read i'Truaut Officerw on one of his badges. l pulled Patsy toward the tunnel. Due to the earth's rotation we slid downward until we arrived in the petunia bed where we had started our strange 'oui-nev. . J ' -Jlueroza 1'wClltlL67'8t0lI.Cb!l zzglz., Pcltrioia. illael-Vlilliams, 8122. Shoes Big ones, little ones, Black and white, Some are worn in daytime, Some are Worn at night. Some are very fancy, Some are very plain, Some are worn in daytime, Some are worn in rain. -Barbara Dieterich, 7A6. What I'd Like To Be I think that I would like to be An aviator on the sea And watch the boats go steaming by Although I'n1 up so near the sky. I think that l would like to be An aviator on the sea Or take the people from the land To see tine things ou every hand. -Donald Sparrow. 7B1. I Marionette A marionette is a very funny thingg All you have to do is pull a little string. And heill jump about and pi-ance Or swing around and dance. The only thing he can not do is sing. If you pull the right String. He will do the highland fling. Then he'll quiet down a lot And double in a knot, This funny little man on a string. He'll how to all of you And be a deacon in a pew, Or do any other action That will be the main attraction. Is there something else you'd have him try to do? --Kathleen Jlartiln., SB4.

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I SQUARE DEAL l . The Lost Collie Yesterday as I peddled my bicycle out an untre- quented avenue, I chanced upon a most heart-breaking sight. a inasterless collie. This one was a beautiful sable. the kind that usually takes the blue ribbon in a dog show. His dejected look of lost love belongs to no other species than that of the canine. His appear- ance told a sad story. It had probably been a week since he had munched a good bone or eaten a square meal. His fur was uncombed and muddy in places. He wagged his bushy tail in delight at finding a friend. although not with the sheer glee that he might greet his master. Gratefully he gobhlecl up the cracker I handed him before l continued on 1ny way. Returning a little later. I again spied my canine friend. He was still plodding along, apparently most lonely and desolate. Suddenly he perked up his head. snitfed the air. and set otl' at breakneck speed toward a. lone pedestrian. some three score yards away. Then he leaped his full length into the air and landed squarely on the man's chest. nearly bowling him over. In the most joyful. true Collie manner. he licked his masteris face. greeting him with the fervent salutation of a. lost dog finding his master. -0'lm.rlcs Rodgers. 9134. First Impressions It was a line. clear day. and the gulls hung lazily in our wake. The big liner was idling the long swell at halt' speed. when suddenly the ship's bell rang, and we saw. for the first time. the dim shores of St. Pat- rick's land. Fresh from America. l had not expected to see the bleak. barren. unwooded shores that now confronted my gaze. This gloom, however, was imme- diately ottset by the vision of what seemed to be oceans of heather. which covered the lower hillsides with a mass of purple. On shore a nmnber of low. whitewashed houses met the eye. surrounded by a few sprawling. unused factories. These. among many oth- ers. formed my first impressions of Ireland. -Donald 0 Icsen., 9133. A Discovery After creeping around a. narrow trail he rounded the corner and stood horrified. A small avalanche of stones was coming down the mountain. Ile jumped backwards just in time for it to pass hilll. It roared' and tumbled down hill. Again he rounded the corner and again he was surprised. There before him among the stones was a very bedraggled knapsack. The man immediately tried to open it. He succeeded. There was a map. a book. and several other articles. The map was a very early colonial one. The book was the diary of one of the men in Lewis and Clark's expe- dition. , ,, -Jam' Stine, 4A6. A Fine Haul Goodness me. thought Mrs. Snodgrass as she settled herself in the street car. things are getting awfully high at the store. It's hard to keep body and soul together. She took out her list and went through it slowly. The conductor's loud voice inter- rupted her concentration saying. Matin Street Mar- ket. next stop. .lust as she was gathering up her belongings and saying to herself. 'fl must not forget to get the family's tour umbrellas from the repair shopfi she absent-mindedly picked up S011l90llE,S um- brella and started down the aisle with it. She was halt way down the aisle before she realized she had it. and some woman's voice called. Hey, you shop- lifter. come hack with my umbrella. Refined Mrs. Snodgrass could only return the umbrella. with humble apologies. Later. after she had finished her marketing. she remembered to go to the shop where she had left the umbrellas to be repaired. A sudden rain came up and with herself and her packages well protected by her mended umbrella. Mrs. Snodgrass hurried to her homeward bound street car. Once seated. she glanced at her fellow passenger and saw that it was the woman who had yelled at her before. The woman also instantly recognized Mrs. Snodgrass and. spying her umbrellas.. said, Oh, I see you made a tine haul t la Y. of 5 -Ara Short, HA6.

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SQUARE DEAL 17 Trudging To School In Mud Truflging to school in mud and slush Is hardly conducive to pep and rush. If our city fathers could see our plight. 'l'hey'd tix these crossings and make them right. For who can walk through a muddy street And keep his shoes all shined and neat? So. tix these streets with good cement. And win our highest compliment! -l7'f7'!If1l'ilI Ifrztjicld, SBR. Rain A llitter. patter-what's the matter? Rain, rain, rain! . Great blinding sheets which the eyes cannot pierce. lt beats on the roof, then the pane- It is so hard and fierce: Long streaks of shining lightning, And thunder so deep and loud. 'It takes the shape of a spirit clad in a misty shroud -Tom V nuylm., SA6. Book Friends Often I sit alone dreaming Of book friends riding by: Of knights with armour gleaming. And fairies hovering nigh. T mount a, steed of snowy-white. Or tly on airy wing. To vanish with them through the night Where fairies laugh and sing. I see Prince Charming brave llllfl rich. Seeking the princess of his dreams. To save her from the ugly witch lVho would her beauty mar. it seems. And through the years the book friends go At school, at home. or play. And T go with them. too. and know That theyill return some day. -Mary K -i l'lif1lllfl'lClGv, SA2. Cosette UYritteu after reading a scene from Les Mise1'ables l Slowly Cosette mounted the stairs to her bare little room. She walked to the bed, turned down the covers. and carefully laid Catherine under the blankets. Then, after she had undressed, she crept into bed. tenderly put her arms around the doll, and thought. of the stranger who had given her this beautiful treasure. How wonderful the stranger was! He had carried the heavy bucket for her and had paid the Madame the money she had lost. Then. last of all. he had bought her this beautiful lady. as she called the doll. Tt was much prettier than any dolls of lCponine's and Axel- ma' s. Perhaps tomorrow they would want to play with Catherine. She might let them hold her for a while, but that would be all. Such were Cosetteis thoughts as she slowly drifted oti' to sleep, dreaming happily of Catherine and the kind stranger. -Flfitrimn .-lllen. 9Al. Braided Ears Betty. a little girl rabbit. was sitting in front of a mirror admiring her long, silky ears. Most of the other girl rabbits had had their ears bobbcd. but Betty. who wanted to be dilferent. had kept hers long. As her ears were in her way. Betty used to get her uncle's belt and braid them. One sunny afternoon two friends called upon Betty. They wanted her to go to the garden across the road. as the carrots and lettuce were just right for eating. They were having a fine time in the garden. when suddenly three dogs appeared. Betty's friends ran away quickly and were soon safe at home. but Betty could not l'lll1 fast because of her ears. After a long chase the dogs were almost on her. Her ears were tlopping about her head every which way. Then they caught in a tree and there Betty hung with the dogs barking at the bottom of the tree. After a. while the dogs grew tired and went home. Seine birds, whom Betty knew. untangled her ears. She went home feeling very tired of being different. The next day Betty had her ears bobbed and lived happily ever after. -Mary Parks, 7122.