Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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The BEACON 19 Sue and Nan entered it quietly and fixed the bed. This consisted of gathering all movable articles from walls and dresser, and carefully concealing them between and under blankets and sheets. They did this very carefully, and when they left, the room appeared as much the same as when they entered, except for a lack of pictures and toilet articles. They returned to their trumped up beds and slept peacefully. A short time later they were awakened by someone stumbling over them Well, of all things exclaimed the voice of Ruth Mulle. They opened their eyes and smiled sleepily. I happened in here for a book I left, she explained. You'd better get out before you're seen in the morning, she warned laughingly as she went Out. She's a good egg, murmured Sue slangily and drowsily. She'll feel like a scrambled one before long, replied Nan. Early the next morning they slipped back to Glenbrook and appeared as usual at the Sophomore table for breakfast. K Continued on page 62 Q MARIA CHAPDELAIN E Would you like to read a book that is different? That is, free from the so called cut and dried formula. If you would, read Maria Chapdelainef' a tale of the Lake St. John Country by Louis Himon. The story itself is truly unusual, telling of Maria's tragic love, of her bitter sorrow, following the death of her mother and the man whom she loves, and of her bewildered hesitancy to take a step which would shape her destiny. The author possesses a most unusual style all his own. His forceful, to the point manner compels the reader's interest from the start. But that is not all-the author has in his style a suggestion of the calm and of the delightful lack of bewildering haste in the impressive woods of northern Canada. In fact it fairly lives with the spirit of the North. The author, too, has caught the placid indifference to excitement of Marie Chapdelaine. The deftly placed humor rescues the book form a too somber aspect as do the vivid descriptions and truly unusual character sketches. But that which is most commendable is the atmosphere of peace and contentment which the author has caught. A suggestion of gloom stalks through an occasional chapter but there is not enough to be repulsive. E So if there is anyone who finds that time is heavy on his hands, I would suggest that he read this delightful book which will prove to be a source of unexpected enjoyment. --Edna Glair 12271 1929.

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18 The BEACON BOYS LIKE THIS LOVELL LEADS OFF, By Ralph Henry Barbour. D. Appleton Ei Co. 81.75. By ROD REED Copyrighted 119281 by the Buffalo Evening News Reprinted 'by special permission. Ralph Henry Barbour is seventeen. No doubt he has been a resident of the world for a period a bit longer than that, but he must, nevertheless, be a boy, at least, in spirit, else he would neither know, nor be able to express so well, the sort of a tale which will make the youthful reader's ear deaf to his mother's oft repeated calls to dinner. Daniel Webster Lovell is a tennis player of almost Tildenic ability. He also likes hiking, but the more strenuous major sports, as football, hockey and baseball find him a mildly interested spectator. r He is indifferent to pleas from friends that it is his duty to make himself of some use to his school and opines that rolling in the mud is o. k. for those who enjoy it, but as for him, he is perfectly contented to look on. Even asperf sions that he is yellow fail to move him until,-well, a series of strange coincidences fprearranged by his palsj find him drawn, first to the hockey rink and then to the baseball diamond as an active participant. In the latter he learns some excellent points on batting fwhich the reader may as well absorb if he is interested in becoming a good hitter, and becomes quite proficient as leadfoff man for the nine. The ninth inning of the championship game versus the ancient rival arrives with the score 2 to 1 in favor of said rival, but Mr. Barbour can tell you better than I how Lovell performs. Of course, a home run is hit on the last page of the book but, strange to say, Dan is not the clouter. fConti'nued from page 9j produced a box of marshmallows, and when they had tired of swimming, they roasted them and sang rather softly. The time passed quickly and when they reached the main dorm, the dance was nearly over. There wasn't time to go back to Glenbrook, so everyone stayed in Main. Sue and Nan volunteerd to sleep in the Recreation room, for no one had an available halffbed. They left their bathing suits in Polly Laird's room, and, clad in borrowed clothes, they slipped down to the Wreck Room, as it was called, which was at one end of the main hall. Here, with the aid of coats and sweaters which had been left there, they fixed fairly comfortable beds on the floor. Sue, dear, I have an inspiration, whispered Nan excitedly. The pres' ident of the Student Council, Ruth Mulle, and her cofworker, Kay Dean, have permission to stay in the guest room tonight. Let's fix a piefbed for them. They may as well appreciate their privilege fully. The guest room was actually a suite of rooms at the other end of the hall, where visitors, parents, and occasionally seniors, stayed.

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