Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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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

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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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THE BLUE MOON 51 JlMMIE'S BUGBEAR HJIMMIE, Jimmie Stocking! called Mrs. Housekeeper, come here this minute! If you're late, Mrs. Washtub will be angry. Where are you, Jimmie? Mrs. Housekeeper could never be sure what Jimmie Stocking would do. Sometimes, as today, he would hide so that she could not send him to Mrs. Washtub who, he said, scrubbed too hard and always got soap in his eyes. Well, Mrs. Housekeeper would reply, if you would only lie still and not squirm so much, she wouldn't have to get soap in your eyes. Goodness knows, I don't blame her for scrubbing hard: you do get awfully dirty hiding under the bed. Jackie Low Shoe, have you seen Jimmie Stocking anywhere? Not since he left me last night. He scampered off under the book-case, I think. Thank you. I'll look there. Mrs. Housekeeper gathered up Edith Rompers from the floor. She scolded her a little for having lost Betty Button. and then set her on a chair with Billy Pajamas and Alice Gingham Dress before she went in search of Betty Button, whom she Hnally found crying in a corner. Betty was so happy that she hopped along beside Mrs. House- keeper. who soon had her safely sewed on Edith Rompers again. Then Mrs. Housekeeper continued looking for Jimmie Stocking. She looked under the book-case, and under the bed: she poked around in dark corners and in the little cubby-hole of a closet under the stairs: but Jimmie was hiding in none of these places. Meanwhile Mischief, the dog, was getting worried. He didn't want Jimmie to be washed: he liked him just the way he was, all smelly and dirty. Why, if Jimmie was washed, he wouldn't be able to track him at all when they played hide-and-seek. No, Jimmie mustn't be found! Sneaking behind the kitchen stove, where he knew Jimmie was hiding, Mischief picked him up in his teeth, and watching his chance, darted out the door. Every now and then he peeked around the lilac bush to see if he was being watched, while he buried Jimmie. He dug a hole with his front feet, and laid Jimmie in it. Then he pushed the dirt over him with his nose. Wagging his short, stubby tail in an alert, cocky manner, he trotted back to the house, well pleased with himself. It was this very air of assurance that finally caused his downfall. Amused by the self-satisfied expression on Mischief's face, Mrs. House- keeper smiled to herself. When she asked him if he had seen Jimmie, he merely looked up into her face, his tail wagging excitedly, and his brown eyes radiating innocence. It was when he raised his head to look at her that she noticed the dirt all over his nose. Mischief, what have you been doing? What did you bury? Immedi-