Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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26 The BEACO-N THIS TEACHER OF MINE Many a thing she makes me do, This teacher of mine, Many a thing she drags me to, This teacher of mine, Many a time I don't obey, fMost of the time, I ought to say,J And yet I sort of like some way This teacher of mine. Many a time she calls me down, This teacher of mine, Many a time she makes me frown, This teacher of mine g Many a time with folks about Many a time she bawls me out, fMany a time she's right, no doubt,J This teacher of mine. Many a time she makes us stay, This teacher of mine, Many a time she spreads dismay, This teacher of mine, Many a time she thinks we're slow, Many a time she scolds, I know, But I'm inclined to like her though, This teacher of mine. -Georgina Notley 11175 1930 OBSERVATIONS AT AN AIR PORT A large percentage of the American people have taken a great interest in the development of aviation since the time of Lind- bergh's flight. From the moment Lindbergh took off from Amer- ica, to the time of his return, victorious, the attention of the public was aroused and fixed. True, the recent tragic disasters of so many gallant fliers dampened their ardor, but on the whole they recognize aviation as a necessary and permanent addition to civilization. I recently had an opportunity to go up in a plane at the Buf- falo Airport. Though a trifle sceptical as to the stability of these so-called ships of the air, I decided to dispose myself to the mercy of an airplane engine. When I arrived at the airport, I noted that the pilot was certainly going to have a well occupied afternoon, for the field was crowded with men, women, and children of all

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The BEACON 25 OLD DREAMS AND NEW Adown the thoroughfare of life A stranger, grey and old, Walked 'midst the toil of earthly strife And cried the wares he sold. A seller of dreams-the old man was, Of dreams for the world of men, Come buy, come buy, has quav'r1ng cry Rang shrill through the air again. A seller of dreams am I, am I, Of wondrous dreams and fair. O come to me, ye people all, And buy the wares I bear. Come bring your old dreams, tattered and torn,- Soiled with the tears of sin, And I'll give ye back new dreams so pure With treasures of gems within. Come buy, ye all, col-fe buy, come buy- Here are new dreams for old, Dreams of adventure, dreams of fame, Dreams of strange things untold. What will ye have, oh what will ye have? Sweet dreams of love and faith? Or mystic dreams of dark allure, Of a phantom, wood sprite. Wraith? I bear great dreams of glory bold, Its North Star burning bright, Dreams of king's palaces of old Far back through the ages of night. I have dreams which tell of the secrets of gods, Random whispers of days long past, O bring me your old dreams of sorrow and crime And I'll give ye youth's dreams that last. Then come buy my wares, come buy, come buy, All ye multitudes of men, They will never grow old who hold in their hearts The dreams that I sell to them. -Rhoda Goehle 11235 1930

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The BEACONM 27 ages, each eagerly awaiting the thrill of an airplane fight. This proves the interest felt by Americans toward this comparatively new science. Being scheduled for the fourth flight of the afternoon, I had the interesting opportunity of observing the passengers as they entered and alighted from the planes. The greater number laughed delightedly and in fact, a few smiled so hard and so steadily that I was forced to believe that it was a ruse to conceal their imme- diate fears. One elderly lady, in particular, giggled when she entered the plane, laughed as it took off, and was convulsed with merriment when she alighted. The plane was a cabin type monoplane holding four passengers beside the pilot and was equipped with a Wright Whirlwind motor, at the present time the last word in aeronautical engineering. I entered the cozy little cabin and sat down in one of the surprisingly comfortable leather chairs. When everybody had entered and was seated the engine was started and the plane took off. The ship traveled along on the runway for a few hundred feet before it took to the air. Finally, without any sensation of ascent perceptible to the passengers, it rose and continued to rise until it had reached a height of approximately two thousand feet. As the day was exceptionally clear and bright, we had an excellent view. The houses, railroads and streams belows resembled those of a miniature electric train outfit. The plane rode particularly well and, except for occasional air pockets, was comparatively steady. To an amateur, however, these air pockets can be most annoying. When a ship strikes an air pocket, it immediately drops a few feet and then rises to its former level. Certainly these drops are none too pleasant, for they create a queer feeling in the pit of one's stomach, like that caused by the swift descent of an elevator. Although we were traveling at one hundred Eve miles per hour, there seemed to be no movement of the plane whatever, even though progressing at such a great rate. This was due to the fact that there was nothing close by with which to compare the speed of the ship. At last we began to descend in wide circles. As the ship neared the ground the pilot banked it more sharply at each turn. Finally, after tipping the plane until we thought that we would fall from it, the pilot landed, and the tail skid was heard grinding and rasp- ing in the ground behind us. If anyone ever has the opportunity to take a liight in an aeroplane, he should by all means do so. Aeroplane flying is tre- mendously different from any other form of travel and is, to my mind, equally enjoyable and satisfying. -Charles M. Pleuthner C2123 1930