Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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8 Bennett Beacon process of knowing the best, enjoying the best, producing the best in knowlf edge, conduct, and the arts. Keep that in mind. If you accept our Bennett Creed it will help you do your best for Bennett and to get the best from Bennett. Remember our motto: The best is yet to be. Get into some school activities and so become a vital part of the school and help her to advance. Then you will advance with her. Accept my best wishes for your success. , Your friend, eAa,.Lu Q4-0.1-Vflalu TWILIGHT The twilight Is like a nurse Who tiptoes To each bedroom Dimming lights And laying A cool hand Upon each Fevered brow. Sylvia W. Hauck 4119, 1931 DRIFTING Tall, stately trees cast flickering shadows on the river as it flows slowly between its sloping green baniks. A beautiful sight is this river, to the eye, but experience will show to the wary the treacherous currents and the jagged rocks that jut from beneath its smiling surface. Small, trickling streams and sparkling brooks join the river as it wends its way' to the distant sea. These do not, however, retain their silvery glitter, but rapidly lose themselves in the sluggish water. The river, too, loses its splendor and beauty. Extraneous matter drags, almost motionless, against the banks. The stream is nowr, a mixture of somber hues, greenish here and there from sea' weed and dirty brown from the disturbed river bed. After flowing in such a meandering course for so long, the river at last reaches the sea and is lost in the turbulent waters. The slothful student drifts through life The way is easy in his early youth. No one notices his defects until they are quite pronounced. Then his faults are easily recognized by his companions. After a while, worse habits come into his life, and he carries them with him as the river carries its tributaries. Now his whole character is of the lazy sort and the whole world sees his bad habits. His reputation is poor in college, and, after going out into life, he is lost in the turbulent world. Thomas A. Goodman 11241 1933

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Bennett Beacon 7 Mr. Rhodes'Greeting to Entering Pupils 5L.,3m,-,,f:5w WELCOME you to Bennett. Get that at home feeling from the very Hrst. Until you do get that feeling you will waste time and energy. B 'av . 5' . , . You have entered a new phase of life. You.w1ll find things very different from what you were accustomed to in grammar school. You are now looked upon not as children but as young men and women who can be trusted to act as such young people should. You are thrown far more upon your own resources. Of course, much more is expected of you here because you are older and can do more for the school and for yourselves. Look upon the teachers as your friends. They want to encourage you and to help you. Do not hesitate to consult them when inclined to be dis' couraged or when you are in difficulties. You will find some hard problems to solve here. Do not wait to solve them for that makes it still harder. Solve them at once. If you cannot do it alone call upon your home room teacher or come to me. The next four years will very largely decide your success or failure for your whole life. Time wasted here can never be recovered, it is forever lost. You cannot afford to waste time for the reason that if you do you will have to take one or more extra years to get through high school. Improve all your time from the very first. That means you must come to school on time every morning. Tardiness counts against your school standing and makes it much harder to keep up your work. Do not undervalue a high school education. Many do. Only about forty per cent of those who enter high school ever graduate. So work that you may be sure to be among the fortunate ones who not only finish, but finish with honor. That means winning scholarships which help to pay for your college education. A college education is becoming more necessary every year, but the colleges are so overcrowded that they accept only those who are well up in their high school classes. It is difficult to get into college and diflicult to stay in, but, if you do good work here, you can go ahead and succeed in college too. If you are not going to college, do not despise a high school education. When one wants a position today one of the first things he is asked is: Have you a high school education? If you cannot answer yes, you will get no further consideration. Now is the time to settle all these matters and to get a good start. The right kind of start will help you very much all along the way. I hope you will enjoy your work here. It is perfectly possible to enjoy one's work and work you do enjoy is the only kind you ever do well. Be sure that you understand education as a means of learning how to live, to take charge of your owri lives wisely. Some one says: Education is the

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Bennett Beacon 9 lLove Me-f-Love My Auto fgigyggyggj T wasn't much that came between Danny and Dot after three happy years of high school comradesh1p. It was only a Ford. A rattly, squeaky, loosefjointed Ford. I'll go down and get the old buggy after school, Dot, said Danny as he relinquished her books at the entrance, and then 1'll come around and take you for a ride. All right, I'll be waiting at the curb. This particular car had been parked behind Donovan's garage all summer for the colossal reason that it wouldn't go and Old Pop Donovan had promised it to Danny for the paltry sum of ifteen dollars if he would fix it and get it out of there. Dot had been a regular brick, going without treats and shows while Danny raked and scraped up 'fifteen dollars and spent his spare time crawling around under the car. He was just crazy for a car. A short time after school Dot was sitting on her front steps waiting for Danny and his automobile. She heard it coming before it rounded the corner and was prepared for almost anything, but the sight that drove up to the curb was like a hardfthrown basketball landing on one's chest. It took her breath away. Danny beamed from the driver's seat. Like my runabout? Come on, we'll go for a spin and give this town an eyefulf' Danny, have you no sense of color harmony? It was almost a groan. Danny's face dropped a mile. XVhy, what's the matter with it? He climbed out and surveyed the car from the sidewalk. I think that's a pretty good paint job. Oh, the paint's all right. It's the color. Purple and orange with deco' rations in red. Even the idea irritated Dot's artfloving soul. Well, you see, I didn't have any blue, and purple was the nearest I could get and- he started to explain. Well, come on, anyway. Dot jumped into the car. You can't see the color from the inside-much. And she did almost forget the awful color of the car as they bumped along. Danny was so enthusiastic. As they passed the favorite drug store of the high school crowd Danny loudly honked the horn. Dot inwardly decided that he had been right in saying that it worked great. Whoopee, lookit the antique! Where are my sunglasses? Out of the store piled four or five husky seniors. Move over, Dot. We're going, too. Dot moved over, fast. She didn't care particularly about being sat oh and she was already wishing she were somewhere else. Drive me home, please, Danny, she said. Aw, what for? chorused the crowd which was clinging to the sides of the decrepit old runabout with the gaudy coat. Yes, I must, Dot insisted. You can let me out here if you'd rather.