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

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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.

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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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,IS ALICE DEAL JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL A Dog's Life Isn't it strange how people always speak of a dog's life as something to be dreaded? Most dogs that I k11ow have a pretty easy time of it. For instance, they don't have to worry about a coming test or their home- work. They can pass without knowing more than how to Nshakei' or beg lVhy. they don't even have to wonder about their next meal. Somebody feeds them and all they do is eat. They don't have to dress in the morning or hang up their clothes at night. .l'd say their main advantage is that they don't have to brush their teeth or scrub behind their ears. It makes no diIl'erence to them it' Congress passes a new act. or il' there is a drought out west. ln short. I'd say a doffs life isn't so bad. after all. E' -Harriett Ann- Ross, TB4. Tit For Tat One Friday Jane's parents planned to go out for the evening. Jane thought she would listen to a mys- tery on the radio at ten o'clock. Pesty, Jane's brother, was upstairs. It surely was a spooky program. The fifteen minutes passed quickly and oil' went the radio. but Jane's thoughts wandered back to the murder. Tlltlll the lights went out. Jane shook with li91'I'01'. She ran upstairs and jumped into bed. A noise! Terrilied. Jane sat up. The bed shook from side to side. Jane cautiously leaned over. and with the aid of a flash- light, saw l'esty. Jane was so angry she could scarcely speak. As her brother left the room. he faintly heard her say, f'I'll get even. lVheu he went to bed, Pesty would have slept if it hadn't been for footsteps in the hall. He didn't think it was Jane for 'fthe fraidy frat would be too frightened to get out of bed. Next Pesty heard a voice saying. The stairs creak, yes, they creakf' Pesty often called Jane a fraidy cat, but he was the one that trembled this time. Very quietly he stepped into the hall. He saw Jane before him. sleep-walking. Pesty was stunned. Then he said. f'Sis. I wouldn't tell you this if you were awake but you sure did give me '1 scare. , , ' -.Rutlr 1f'Iem,zn g, TA5. Simian Escape One day I learned what monkey business was. As l entered the grounds of the Salt Lake City Zoo. a surprising sight met my eyes. The monkeys were climbing trees and playing about the parked cars. Several of them were curious about the windshield wipers on the cars and were moving them back and forth, while others were swinging from the treetops. A few had found a rock pile and had broken several windows. I wondered how the monkeys had escaped. for l was sure the keepers would not let them roam as they pleased. Inquiries solved the problem. The monkeys pre- viously had been kept on Monkey Island, a circular piece of ground surrounded by a moat and a wall. With the first frost the moat had frozen. Running across the ice, the monkeys easily jmnped the wall to freedom. YVhen I left. the keepers were trying to catch the monkeys and cage them. Those keepers had a hard afternoon. -l ran,cis Critchlow, SAI. The Post Office Bench Now did you hear tell about the new cow that was born over to Ben Hallie? She's as line a. lookin' critter as ever I see. Sure, she's better than a lot of cows. but nothin' compared to my cow Bessie's offspring. These words were the beginning of an argument on the post-office bench. To these things 'l, pay little at- tention, I'm waiting for one of the old timers to tell of his tights with the Indians. True or not, there is nothing more thrilling. 'fIt was in the spring of '74, began old Ben. I was walking through the woods when I met up with a b'ar so big I thought hit was an elephant. So I brought out me trusty pistol. took aim, and tired. His skin was too heavy to carry so I left him and got home without a scratch? Immediately. after he finished. a thousand ques- tions were showered upon him. none of which got an answer. But Ben swears to this day that the story was true from start to finish. ,, , ' -John. Snow, 1133.