Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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22 C-Gge ganna!! Beacon Portals That Are Open By Betty F. Barber HE bell had its say and the last Freshman has dashed to the annex f f f Agmen, agminis, neuter, comes from 413 f f f 221 and a Senior giving a fullflength story of the Revolution f f f Artfminded students displaying their work before Mr. Cavalieri in 219 f f f Miss Campbell striv- ing to quiet our scholarly Seniors in 207 f f f A bored Sophomore in a Fresh' man algebra class greets our eyes in 109 f f f O Sole Mio comes from 111, so we hurry on f f f Hardworking souls trying to comprehend Mr. Axlerod's extensive vocabulary in 116 f f f Up to third on the elevator f f f From 327 comes, All those who haven't their homework, stand f f f As we stroll along, Miss Daly's voice- Report to me at 2145 f f f c2:a2-I-b2, chimes an algebra student f f f Tomo, tomas, toma, from Mrs. Wilson's room f f f and as we pass 322 we hear the cryptical query, Are you referring to the women or the ship? from Mr. Brewster's gathering of the mental aristocracy - f f And so on far, far into the period. QCo11tmued from page 181 Days passed in a whirl of dances, parties, teas. Occasionally Mearl went along, but most times Hugh and Della went alone. Mearl even seemed a drag on the party, sometimes. After an especially tiring luncheon, one day, she realized that Hugh wasn't paying so much attention to her. The thought left her bewildered, but she was aroused. Hugh, she called. Hugh, dear, she began, let's go to a show and dinner tonight,Aalone. WOl1ldU,t that be fun? Fun? Oh sure, lot's of fun. Of course. vs af as as is 4: fx: as ae Mearl was at her best. My dear, you look lovely, Hugh said with admiration. Let's dance. The conversation was light and bantering. The party was very gay. as as ar rt ae ae :ie as wk Mearl's thoughts were pleasantly mixed as she awoke the next morning Hugh certainly was a dear, she mused. 'LNow I can go back to work. How silly no think he wasn't in love with me. She laughed. Very delightful. Come in, as Amanda knocked. A telegram? How exciting. She smiled and took it. But her face darkened and the smile froze as she read: DELLA AND I WERE MARRIED THIS A M STOP REALIZED I SHOULD NOT COME BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR ART STOP HUGH

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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.

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LOWBROWS' DEPARTMENT Sub-Deb fThe Gloriousl McGillicuddy Presents His UWOCKLE DEN Featuring a TRUE TRUDY TECTIVE MlZZTREE From the sums ORIENTALEH NOT QUITE A LADY, BUT OH, WHAT A WOMAN! ECTOR WUZZAPUP, the famous demagnetized detective, was baff fled. The MiZztree Hex , as that Eendish vandalette was called, who insisted on removing those beautiful mustaches which are to be found gracing feminine features on any conspicuous billboard, had once more been seen on the streets of New Cheeseburgh, with eraser poised in hand, and a devastating look in her eyes. Hector, as we have said before, was baffled. Having guzzled an over' size jelly doughnut, he reached under his overfstuffed chair and pulled forth his only clue. fHecky f f f of course you know that we're referring to Hector f f f we meant to tell you, had been engaged by the mayor of Cheeseburgh to capture the Mizztree Hex .j It was an ornate old rose boudoir cap, with thc mysterious initials, Sally Patica, the Mizztree Hex , worked across the top in 22M karat silver letters. Hecky, with his marvelous powers of deduc' tion, had surmised that this cap must belong to the famous Mizztree Hex , and with extraordinary cunning he inserted this ad fpardon the slangj in the New Cheesbuvgh Herald: If Miss for Mrsj Sally Patica will call at the offices of Hector Wuzzapup, the world's only demagnetized detective, she for hej will receive a great surprise. He then retired to his study where he patiently waited behind shuttered windows for three months, playing his piano accordion lustily for want of other exercise. Then, on the ninetyffirst day of his wearisome vigil, he was rewarded by a sharp peal from his dis- connected doorbell. He went swiftly to the door and yanked it open. There on the threshold stood a huge dog leering at him through luxuriant eyelashes. Welcome to my humble domicile, Sally , hissed our hero as he clapped handcuffs on the canine's paws. fC0'ntinued on page 25,