Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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The BEACON 15 SPRING There's a humming and a hustling, And a buoyant, bubbling, bustling, When soft springtime steals afrustling, Like some subtle melody: There's a sense of joyous greeting, Of the world and nature meeting, Springtime voices are entreating, With a pleasing harmony. Sweet spring music softly flutters Through the open window shutters, And the note the skylark utters Echoes faintly through the air, Then, the pussy-willow furring, Golden daffodil afstirring, Snowdrop, Crocus, all afhurrying, Greeting Spring's first sunshine fair. --Lenore Nathan 1223, 1929 THE GLORIOUS ADVENTURE By RICHARD HALLIBURTON Who would not eagerly desire to follow in the footsteps of Ulysses after reading the Glorious Adventure? Richard Halliburton, a young Princeton graduate, decided to retrace the trail of this mythical character after he had read Homer's Odyssey. While on this wandering adventure, he recovered its events and his impressions of the places he visited into a charming book called the Glorious Adventure. I think that I have never read a more fascinating volume of adventurous travel than this. In addition to being written in a most entertaining and absorbing fashion, it contains a wealth of unusual photographs taken at random during the course of the trip. Both the writing and the pictures show clearly the influence of the author's youth. Halliburton swam the Hellespont where the famous Leander of the myth used to swim. He climbed Mount Olympus, the home of the ancient Greek gods, and other difficult mountains. He ran the nineteen mile Marathon over the original course and scaled the walls of the Athenian Acropolis by night. ln other words, he followed, to the end, the fabulous trail of Ulysses, guided only by Homer and his own worn copy of the Odyssey. If you wish to spend some happy hours learning something of historical value as well as being highly entertained, just find a copy of the Glorious Adventure. RI-Iarriet Metcalfe 0230 1929

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14 The B E A c Q N STREET CAR STUDY Oh, I hate to ride on the street car! It's so tiresome! I heard my neighbor in study hall confide to her friend. I smiled to myself. For to me street car riding is a constant delight. And as for being tiresome, nothing could be tiresome which brings one in contact with so many different types of people. Right now I can picture to myself a typical street car scene. Across from me is a weary mother, who has been burdened all day by her uneasy child and who thinks of that heavenly time ahead, when she shall have a moment of rest from her child. Next to the child, sits somebody's adored grandmother. She evidently has been shopping, for she is laden with the most interesting looking packages. And though very tired, she manages a kind smile for the child, who recognizes in her a genuine lover of children. Beside this woman is another woman who has lived hcr life but has not found, as has her neighbor, the secret of eternal youth in the love of a child. Bitterness and despair are the outstanding characteristics of that deeply furrowed face. Nearby is the woman who will take her place tomorrow. It is the overfdressed, overfscented, overfhaughty, and overfpainted middle aged woman, who having no child nor other home cares, delights in going down-town, to shows, beauty parlors, expensive tea rooms and luxurious department stores. Beside her sits she herself in the making, the young ofhce worker whose entire salary hangs in her extremely upftofthefrninute clothes and who is bored by all creation in general and in particular by the laborer who sits at her side. She shrinks from him because he appears in the clothes of his occupation and carries in his horny hand a tin lunch pail. Farther back in the car sits a young gentleman, correct as regards all details of attire but sadly lacking in a few matters of greater import. For as an old shawled foreign woman with a heavy basket takes a stand near him, lze continues to gaze at the scenery without. Then of course there is the busif ness man who with practised eye scans the sporting and financial pages. In front of him sits a nervous, apologetic little man, who is escorted by his over- sized wife, who reminds him that this is their stop and who openly furnishes her better quarter with the fare. Beside these are to be found the usual col' lection of school children, matrons and gum chewers. This is only a bare outline of the various types of people one meets as he rideson the street car. And the beauty of the whole thing is that the per' sonnel of one's fellow riders is continually changing, giving unlimited opporf tunities to study and enjoy human nature. w -Doris L. Flierl H231 1930

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16 -A The BEACON OF A VISION Into my soul a vision, Into my heart a song, From out the golden heart of a rose- Sweet and yet strong The lyric prolong. Glimpse of the far sea spaces, Mountains that speak with the sky, Valleys with flowers--dark shadowed depths, Eagle on high, Sparrow so nigh. ' Strength and the mighty battle,- Peace and the laugh of a child,- Life stirring gravefvain prattle of fools, The mystic, the mild, The wistful, the wild. Depth of the roaring ocean, Height of the limitless starg Great passions that tremble frail mankind- Death near or far, All things that are. -Rhoda Goehle 11231 1930 THE CHILDREN OF DICKENS By Samuel McChord Crothers Charles Scribnefs Sons, 1925 It is hard to believe that anyone, even those who cherish a deep loathing for Dickens' works, could help but chuckle over, and enjoy, the Children of Dickens. The author has given to Dickens' London all the lure and charm of old Bagdad, substituting the queer twisty streets of London, for the narrow winding streets of Bagdad, and replacing the dark, mysterious people in flow' ing robes with the lovable folk of the Dickens stories. Mr. Crothers has divided his book into twentyffour sections. The first is devoted to a brief sketch of Dickens' lifeg the remaining chapters introduce the best loved of the children-joe, the fat boy, Oliver Twist, Pip, Little Nell, David Copperfield, Tiny Tim and all the rest are there. One of the most enjoyable chapters contains the story of small Philip Pirrip, whose most successful attempt at pronouncing his name was Pip Pip lived with his sister, who was twenty years older than he and who had married joe Gargery, the blacksmith. Joe was a big strong, illiterate man, and the friendship which grew between him and Pip was both amusing and iathetic. I The book is charmingly illustrated in color by Jessie Willcox Smith, and frequent quotations from Dickens add greatly to its interest and value. Elizabeth Winspear C1071 1928