Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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XX ,K f X ORIENT Golden Chinese temples, Buildings made of steelg 'J ,J Ancient junk boats softly ,TD K Sway at even keel. J Womexi stoop in rice fields .AW L Humming tuneless songsg F' t Gardens sweet with perfume, ,Q Sound of Chinese gongs, 4 Idols humbly worshipped, Buddhas made of soilg X Ancient land of mystery Made real hy human toil. N , ,,..,- Vlvfary Almand i ...f- ..7'-'xx no X

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Talnfe of Contents Orient .......... ......................... Price Tag ........... R .............. Rhapsody Oriental ........... Accident and Orient ............ All About Dragons ..................... Amazing Autobiography ............ Eudice Shapiro ...................... Reed Herring ............. Fred Atwill ................ Bernice Hempel ............ Careers Come First ...... ................ Why Teachers Grow Gray ........... Yamato Dake, Hero of Japan ............... 4 Lowbrows Dept. .................................. . The Staff ................ Editorial Page .......... News ................................................. Heard in the Corridors ............. Exchange ........................................ Alumni ............ Club Notes ........ Faculty Notes ........ Girls' Athletics ......... Athletics ........................................ Short Cuts and Detours ..........

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i . eg , Ibtgs . ,f '77 I jg Q I X J To Q - Q , J K ' if ' X 1 x ' K ' I , Q Price Tag f By Ralph Wallenhorst ENTS lank, lengthy body was draped over the arm of an overstuffed stateroom chair as I entered. For a moment his lean face was turned toward meg then his gaze flicked back to an idol on our mantel. It was a curious figuref-a paunchy old fellow, squatting crosslegged on a rounded base, The shoulders were deep blue, with orange dots on the breast. The thin, red lips were twisted in a weird grin. Well, Watson, what do you make of it? Kent's voice had a ring. Make of what? That idol? It's not a pretty blue, rather shabby,-- 'like an antique. Precisely what it is. So f f f say, are we in trouble again? What's the matter? I was suddenly suspicious, for when Kent calls me Watson, I know he has been reading Sherlock Holmes. And whenever he reads Sherlock Holmes, he mixes himself up in the most intricate mystery he can find. Well, yes, we are in trouble. That, impreSsively , is the Raschmund Idol, value Si0,000. Whatl 'kExactly. Early this morning I went down to get the mail. The steward got things mixed, gave me that cardboard box that's on the mantel beside the idol. The idol was in it. The morning paper carried a picture of it. It was stolen from the British Museum! That steward has got us in a marvelous mystery. I'm going to call him up now. He lifted the receiver, got his connection, and proceeded to bawl out the steward very thoroughly. 'kWell, Watson, we've got to work fast. The box was supposed to go to Mr. Renkers, room 356. Let's get started. Within the next hour we purchased at the curio shop the following articles: One deep blue idol, closely resembling the Raschmund Buddha. One halffpint can of red paint, the same shade as the single stripe that ran down the idol's back. Two thin camelfhair brushes.