Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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1 0 Bennett Beacon At home, the more Dot thought about Danny's new possession, the less she liked it. When he called to take her to school, she said she preferred to walfk. I don't care to be the town joke, she said to her mother when that worthy person expressed her surprise. Danny, too, was surprised, but he intended to drive to school and if Dot didn't want to ride she could jolly well walik alone. That was that! For two weeks Dot saw little of Danny. One morning when walking to school with a group of girls, she saw the hideous purple and orange and red car drive by, crammed with laughing girls and boys, schoolbound. There goes Danny in his new car, announced one of the girls. As if Dot hadn't seen him! She felt a little pang. She might be one of that happy crowd of popular seniors. For another day Dot stood it. She went to the football game with a handsome boy that most of the girls adored, but she didn't enjoy riding in his sport roadster, nor did she enjoy even the glorious victory, because she kept thinking of Danny. That night she phoned Danny. Can't you come over awhile- she didn't even have to finish. Can I! In ten minutes the orange and purple horror was parked in front of Dot's house, its one headlight blinking knowingly. Later in the evening, the runabout was seen leaving with both Danny and Dot. It was my fault, though Danny. It's a beautiful car. Gee, I'll paint it any color you say. I felt like junking the thing when you wouldn't ride in it. It is an awful combination. But- !'What color shall we make it? expectantly. Why,-oh, well, if you really want to, we could paint the purple blue and cover the red with more orange. Okay. We start, tomorrow. All's right with the world. Chug, chug, chug. Phyllis Field 12231 1932 WHO GOES THERE? Oh, who goes there, in the deep, blue sea, With its terrors so stark and mad, With its longfripped sail, and splintered mast? 'Tis the wind, the scurvy lad. 'Tis the elements, with their stealthy tread, And their shrieks, and blasts, and groans, The lightning flash, and the thunder crash And the cries of those who are gone. Oh, who goes there, in the deep, blue sea? 'Tis I, says Death with a moan, The voice of the deep, the ruler of ikings, 'Tis I, 'tis I, who goes! Alice Eby C2071 1931

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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.

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Bennett Beacon 1 I HE AND I At the gray cliffs' base, the bold waves beat, Sprang up, drew back, and on to repeat A tattooing rhyme In spasmodic time. And at the top stood he and I Silhouetted against the sky. Betty Davis 023, 1934 MENTAL INDIGESTION In the dim light loomed many weird shapes, leering at me maliciously. It seemed as if I were transplanted into a region inhabited by some mon' strosities of a future age, and that I had shrunk to Lilliputian proportions. Red eyes gleamed at me from everywhere, and there rose a great mountain, surmounted by a new growth of trees, most unusual for a peak of such apparent height and age. In a volcanic rumble it thundered, Why are you unprepared? The scene changed. Slowly the heretofore dim light increased. There before me, on a grassy knoll, lay what seemed to be my own body. Around it circled a group of sleek coated tigers, licking their dripping chops delight' edly. Ol O! said one in a voice that I seemed to recognize, doesn't he look delicious? just the thing to top off that sumptuous meal. just then a peculiar whirring sounded in my ears. I shrank back, but I was too late, for a great bat suddenly descended upon me and blotted out everything. Next, I had a vague impression of being violently shaken, which brought me back to consciousness. If you don't hurry to get up, you'll be late for school, said a voice that I knew to be my father's. And then, it all came back to me. Why had I been so foolish as to read that article on A Modern Teacher's Methods after seeing a performance of Dracula? Arthur S. Wenborne C1241 1933 ON F URNACES Huge, black monsters Open steel jaws and spit out ire, They swallow shovelfuls of coal, Gobble down great hunks of coal, And never chew them. And many men must stand and sweat, And shovel coal into the gaping jaws. Such men are slaves To great iron demons. Laura E. Salisbury 12071 1931