Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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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.

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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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O L., 4 - iid of ' ' P X 9 tb ' Spring By Betty F. Barber Spring, with its Tinted pastels, Is like a bridal crown Of orange blossoms Against a background Of lace. How toTalce a Picture of aTvvoYear Old By Phyllis Field F THERE is anything more diilicult or more exasperating than taking a picture of a two year old, I've never come across it. They delight in the idea, but the command to look at the birdie seems to raise rebellion in their infant minds. Qf course the first, and perhaps the hardest, thing to do is to catch the slippery young person and explain to him that something perfectly delightful is going to happen,- that he is going to have his picture taken. If you havenit your camera set, it is just too bad, for after the details of loading and focusing, your subject will have disappeared. Wheii you have located him again, your patience will be on its last legs. Soon you have camera and subject ready, and visions of a sweet little boy with an adorable smile. You think of telling your friends, f f f and he was so good about letting me take it! But dreams are unstable, and johnny decides that hc'd rather have his picture taken with the dog across the street. First, try to persuade Johnny that he doesnt know his own mind, and then use your powers of persuasion on the dog across the street. Johnny howls like a trooper when the dog runs away and you probably spend the next live minutes sopping up salty tears. Then you can induce the little fellow to sit still for just a second, till he hears a click, and he will vet an 6 ice cream cone. Your troubles are over,- if the sun doesnt go under a cloud. The iinished picture is likely to represent a rather tearful and blurry little boy. Perhaps, after all, it is better to sneak up on him when he is interf csted in something else. This may save much bother for you and for the two year old as well.