Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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THE BLUE MOON 49 Now I wonder why? My brain just is not functioning. Oh. it's ten o'clock - Don Bigelow's orchestra. MSO I'll say goodnight, sweetheart - I have to make a list of customs, don't I? Customs I. Port-cullis and draw bridge 2. Dungeons and prisons fvery dangerous. Ask the man who owns onej 3. Traps around castle Cmade by General Motors Co.j 4. Blackstone cabinets I guess I'd better add up the Community Chest money received. 33.00 plus 32.50 plus 31.25 - We will now give you a few of the latest stock reports: American Type Fenders Co. 4.16, off a third, McCall Corporation 2.88 - That was 36.75 minus a third of something. That would make it 31095, which can't be right. Oh darn! I give up. I'1l do it tomorrow. This is station WTAG, The Worcester Telegram and Evening Gazette at Worcester. We will be with you tomorrow evening. WHL I W0f1'fV' PRISCILLA JOHNSON, 1933 PRAIRIE TWILIGHT Silent, the prairie lies Under the dark'ning skies, Only the gentle sighs Of a lonely wind. Floating in shapes anew Clouds of a rosy hue Into the velvet blue Blend with the sun. Eerie, the badlands lie Under the starlit sky Watching the clouds roll by Into the night. Silent the prairie lies After daylight dies, Only the gentle sighs Of a lonely wind. PRISCILLA JOHNSON, 1933

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48 THE BLUE MOON HOW TO STUDY? SEVEN-THIRTY! Time to study! I drew a chair up to the radio, which was emitting a rather feeble version of Schubert's Marche Militaire, and settled myself comfortably. Then I took out my French book and began to study-or at least try to study. Let's see, the past participle of rire is rem. spelled R-E-M. Oh no, it's ri. Oh boy! the Cuban Love Song. I love you - J'etais, tres fache contre les Stebbins Boys, I mean les paysansf' E E. Powers Co., dealers in high grade anthracite and bituminous coal. Hurray! I'm on the last sentence! Les eleues sont partis pour coal- ecole, I should say. There, that's done. Now for music. The harmonic scale of E. Take one spoonful of Father John's medicine every hour, and you will see your cold disappear. 'ALower the third and fifth note one teaspoonful-I mean one half-step - and there's a natural sign on the lirst and eighth dose- or note, rather. On the scale of C sharp there are twenty sharps, no more, no less. Oh no, there are seven. That's right. I wonder if Miss Weeks can read this? I can't. But anyway, I'll send it in to the station to which I am listening, and receive a free sample of a very poor mark. We bring to you at this time a program of popular songs, sung by Bing Crosby. , 'lNinety-nine out of a hundred want to be loved -- 'ANow I wonder if there are ninety-nine flats on d flat or only five? I guess there are one hundred. That's what I'll put anyway. Well, that's all of that. Oh dear, English! Quentin Durward is so long. I guess I'd better write a summary of the last chapter first. 'While attempting to save a Bohemian from death, Quentin was stopped by two of King Louis' hangmen. Amos and Andy, who told him to use Pepsodent twice a day and to see his dentist at least twice a year. He also saw Graham lVIacNamee. Quentin was attacked by several Bohemians, when a few members of President Hoover's association of relief for unemployed citizens arrived and saved him.' Oh no, it was the Scottish guard, wasn't it? I wonder if this is too long? I'll bet it is. Ponds' cold cream, vanishing cream, and skin freshener leave the skin soft and smooth. Try them and you will be more than satisfied. Quentin beheld Lady Isabelle wearing a thin veil of Pond's cold cream, and looking like a vision from Heaven. The makers of Pond's products will be with you again next week at the same hour. Yeah, and so will this English! Now, did Louis rasp his throat with harsh irritants, or did he go to Peronne? Oh shoot! I'm all mixed up.

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THE BLUE MOON A SUMMER'S NIGHT The sparkling sun shed a golden haze Along the barren sand, Until it set in colors wild To rise in a foreign land. Then nature spread her sable stole Across the roof of the world, And here and there amid the folds Shone forth a gleaming pearl. Then up from Neptune's thundering home Arose the sun's own bride, Shedding a streak of silver light Across the rising tide. And all this beauty spread itself Across the barren sand, Until the dawn chased night away To rise in a foreign land. MARJORIE ADLER, 1933 SUNSET Red and golden clouds float by, And slowly darken one by one. Then a star shines in the sky: Another day is done. VIRGINIA LoUD, 1933