Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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Q-Efzfse r 5 6 l ,nl hm EX ,f . T le 7,7 P .Z ' XT ' X ' r .ai Why Teachers Crow Gray By Thomas A, Goodman Characters: Teacher Class of boys Place: Boys' homeroom TEACHER: Qcalli-ng roll, Applebee! APPLEEEE: Here. T EACHER: Bumble! BUMELE: fwaking, Bum-oh, I'm here. TEACHER: Corn! CORN: Coming. flnstantly quelled by one look from teacher., TEACHER: Darling! GRISTLE: fwith low voice, Here. TEACHER: Flag! CRISTLE: fwith very low voice, Here. TEACHER: Flipper! GRISTLE: fwith very, very low voice, Here. TEACHER: Gristle! FLIPPER: Here. fGristle has fainted from exhaustion., TEACHER: Heart! CLASS: Here he comes! flntermission while Heart explains tardiness., TEACHER: Isaacs! CLASS: Here!! fNoise now reigns supreme as Teacher sends The boy in the last seat out of the room., TEACHER: Quiet! This is the hrst time in weeks that you've heen so noisy. CLASS: Whistle! Boom! Rah! fBell rings loudly., TEACHER: fabove turmoil, Jacobs! CLASS: fin chorus, You just sent him out! TEACHER: Now the sooner you get this noise over with, the sooner you'll get out. King! KING: Here. TEACHER: Mooney! VOICE FROM REAR: Here. SECOND VOICE FROM REAR: Here. fContinued on page 47,

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18 C'-Cge ,Bennett mascara Careers Come First By Virginia Poultie ND, continued Mearl Moorson, the only thing I can see is for you to entertain her. Of course, with my art work, I couldn't possibly find time to bother with a dull country girl. She finished with a sigh and cast a slightly anxious glance at the tall young man who sprawled gracelessly in a midfVictorian chair. No response. Hugh, you weren't listening, she reproached. Of course, of course, the young man suddenly came to life and sat up. Rather a delightful looking person, this young man. Hugh had a sense of humor, and manifested it in his laughing eyes and the crinkly smile around his mouth. Of course I was listening, he stated slowly, but I don't see what that has to do with our marriage. Why can't we get married next month? we could-- We've gone all over that, Hugh, Mearl interrupted sharply. You know I can't marry you now, with my art work, but if you don't want to bother with my cousin- But Hugh had left with a mumbled All right , and muttered exclama- tions in which art, silly pictures, and statues were prominent. Mearl groaned as she picked up the letter lying on the desk. Why did Della have to decide to pay a visit now? Especially when she was so busy, and Hugh was so crabby. Then, too, Amanda would grumble at the idea of preparing a big dinner for this evening when it was her afternoon off. One certainly shouldnt cater to the servants, but Amanda was so good- ak wk 1: wr wk :ie wk wk :ie Dinner that evening was a cheerful affair. True, Della and Hugh did most of the talking, but Mearl was so stunned at the appearance and wit of her cousin that she didn't say much. Della Moorson was small. Small but sophisticated. And she was witty. Mearl was surprised at the cleverness of her repartee. Mearl, Hugh turned to her, are we going to that dance tomorrow night? Because I thought, he continued, if you were too busy, I'd take Della. A dance? inquired Della. What fun. You'll go? from Hugh. 'hYes, love to, said Della. Mearl looked on, speechless. Why! They had decided to go, without even waiting for her to answer. Of course, she did want to finish that pic' ture, and dancing was slightly boring, but then, they might have let her TEPIY- fContimied on page ZZQ

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20 C-Cge ganna!! meacon Yamato Dake, ll-llero of Japan By jean Brownell AMATO, son of the Mikado, was indeed like the moon among stars in beauty. His eyes were long and dark, his complexion creamfcolored, his body lithe and graceful-fin short, he was a young man of most godflike aspect. He was, moreover, divinely intelligent, and even before his beard was grown, had accomplished a feat with which Japan has been ring- ing for nearly two thousand years. When Yamato was still a very young man, he was given the command of an expedition to the island of Kiushiu, where the enemies of the Mikado had incited a rebellion. Upon his arrival there, he found that the rebellion was blazing furiously. He determined to quench it before it spread to the other islands. With this in mind, he called a council of his generals. That night, after the sun had sunk into the sea and the moon had ap' peared to lighten the world, the sentinel on guard at the rebel camp perceived the slender outline of a young girl approaching. As she came nearer, the man saw that she was an extremely beautiful maiden, dressed in a dancing cos- tume of alluring silks. In a mysterious whisper, the girl asked to be directed to the tent of Marukamo, the rebel chief. The sentinel was but as other men, and, after one look at her winning smile ,and sparkling dark eyes, he led her to the tent where Marukamo was dining with some friends. Marukamo and his guests were delighted with the beauty of the girl, but their delight turned to wonder when she began to dance. Her grace, as she flew through the intricate steps of her dance, can be compared only to the lightness of thistledown blown about by the wind. Her movements were so free and effortless, her smile so bewitching, that by the time the dance was over, her watchers were held spellfbound. Marukamo especially was entranced by the maiden, and after the dance took her by the hand and led lier into his own tent, where he could enjoy her charms privately. But once inside the tent, the coy maiden tore off her dancer's garb and displayed to the horrorfstricken rebel leader the manly form of the incomparable Yamato Dake himself! The struggle that followed was very unequal and soon ended when Marukamo fell to the ground, Yamatds dagger in his breast. The conqueror fled to his own camp, unseen by anyone, and for years afterward, though the revolution had failed immef diately upon the death of its leader, the friends of the luckless Marukamo searched in vain for the lovely udancingfmaidenn whose deeds so belied her charming appearance. This was by no means the last of Yamato's adventures, for his life was long and eventful. At length, however, after having endured many hard' ships and won many victories against hostile spirits as well as against human enemies, he was gathered unto his fathers to sleep death's dreamless sleep.