Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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I2 Bennett Beacon WI-IAT'S HEARD IN THE SHOWERS Cold water, please! Cw, it's too hot. You know I went out with Bill last night .... Betty Coed has golden hair for Amherst .... Are you letting your hair grow? . . . Did you get your Latin translation? . . . Twentyffour! . . . Stop splashing me .... Marg was rushed but didn't make it. . . . Lend me your comb? . . . You have too much lipstick on. . . . Number please .... Has the annex bell rung yet? But 'tis a common proof that lowliness is young ambition's ladder .... And so, far, far into the next period. Louise Stutzman 1223, 1932 AMONG THE NOBILITY Many people regard that set known as the nobility as a collection of arrogant, unfriendly individuals who pronounce a as aw and look down on the rest of the world in general. I, however, have a diiferent opinion of them, for this summer I had the good fortune to associate with three of the nobility of the British Empire. To begin with, I was guest at Lake Marie, the country estate of MajorfGeneral Sir Henry M. Pellatt, C. V. O., who was a great friend of my late father, and who now takes a lively interest in me. Sir Henry owns the famed Casa Loma, the most unique mansion in Canada, and has been Knighted for his service in introducing electricity into Toronto and the neighboring district. He is a large, jovial, clever man, who looks back with pleasure over sixty years of fame. Another guest at the lake was one of the most entertaining men one could hope to meet. Quick in perception, and of great ability, he has spent twenty years in India as an English oificer, and is now a wellfknown igure in London. He is LieutenantfColonel J. MackenziefRogan, C. V. O., D. Mus., Hon. R. A. M., etc., the retired Bandmaster to the Queen of England. The next gentleman figured in the World War. I know him as General Blacklock fdecorations unknown, undoubtedly a good fistfulj, a great sportsf man and soldier. From what the Colonel told me, I learned that he was the youngest General in the Allied Forces and had more men in his command than any other English officer of his rank. He is a typical Englishman, a great host, and a frank speaker. All are true gentlemen of the nobility, and yet, when out for a fish in the lake, each baited his own hook, landed his own fish, and talked about his favorite hound or poem, the King's health, or the events of the day. They are justly proud of their great achievements, but conceit and boasting are unknown to them. They treated me as their equal or, as they named me, the Yankee sportsmanf' They are internationally known and respected, yet so simple in manner that one easily understands why simplicity is the mark of a gentleman. Grosvenor W. Bissell H241 1933

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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

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Bennett Beacon I3 OVERNIGHT HIKING DELUXE To the average individual, the thought of overnight hiking produces a feeling of horror, and in some cases abject terror. To the inexperienced, the term overnight hike is synonymous with a dearth of comforts, food richly flavored with Mother Earth, and visions of attack by Reynard the Fox and Br'er Rabbit. However, after years of research and experience, after close scrutiny into the intricate details of overnight hiking, the experienced camper has arrived at the following interesting conclusions. Overnight hiking may be considered a disease wherein there are three stages. The verdant little camper sets forth on her nocturnal voyage, clad in gaily colored cretonne overalls. Upon her back is slung a duifle bag so filled with divers blankets, cups, and what not, that one really has difficulty in distinguishing between knapsack and hiker. The cumbersome proportions of this appendage greatly facilitate the crossing of' swiftly flowing streams, and the scaling of rocky cliffs. Should the individual survive this first camp' ing trip, and should she possess the average amount of intelligence, she immef diately resolves never to so burden herself again. We then find that this camper has advanced to the second stage. Upon the next hike, she is found blithely skipping, yea, even running madly over the trails to the camping grounds. Why? She is not burdened with even a small package. She intends, in the language of the immortals, to sponge her night's lodging. By this is meant that the individual worms her way between the folds of the blankets of her neighbors, remaining there until she is politely and usually forcefully told to move on. This type of hiker is very common, in fact there is no immediate danger of extinction of the race. The third and last stage, known in the vernacular of the camper as the Deluxe Stage, boasts very few adherents. This may be due to the fact that it requires a great deal of forethought, preparation, resourcefulness and tact. The equipment of this stage is numerous and varied. No less than six blankets for each person, an eiderdown pillow, a hot water bottle and a reading lamp are the essential requirements. A portable victrola lends a great deal of atmosphere to the occasion. Upon reaching the camping grounds, the members of the Deluxe class immediately indulge in uboughf ing, in other words, collecting hemlock branches to insure peaceful slumber. After bouldering, that is, playfully tossing boulders yon and hither in the process of clearing a comfortable spot, various interests attract the individual. She may either read or listen to the latest popular music amid the fragrance of the hemlock boughs. There is really no need for sleep. Having passed through this stage, this individual is never allowed to talke any more hikes. Her nonchalant attitude toward the great outfoffdoors is ruinous to the morale of the younger campers. So she must set her brain cells clicking to devise some other method of amusing herself. Bernice Hempel f207j 1931