Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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,.- 3 f Q lr enough to get stuck in any open doorway. Ah yes, what will they be doing in the future. Let us inspect one of our athletes now, as we see him today. Prophet-Observe the physique on this goliath of men. To think that only last year he was a 97 pound weakling. Who is the man next to hlm? Why that's George Atlas-com' pare them. Look at those biceps! fAthlete flexes padded armsj Look at that tremendous chest expanf sion! fl-Ie blows up balloonj What a mighty man! Mystery Voice-And what will he be like in twenty years? Announcer-Yes, what will he be doing in years to come? How will he use that tremendous strength and athletic skill after his high school daze is over. Will he still hold his head so high? Prophet-Twenty years have passed. Things have changed somewhat with time's magic paint brush. The only thing high about his head is the hairline. Let us see how he uses his musf cles so diligently developed in high school, and his brain so carefully neglected the while, in the great land of tomorrow. 'Curtain parts so shadow screen with revealing hero minus padding obviously shoveling as would a W.P.A. worker. He might even push a wagon. Pantomime suggests fatigue and hard work in poor state. After a few fleeting moments of that view curtain closes while organ notes play horse' laugh. When curtains are closed, orange spot shines at curtain break. Mystery Voice-So all you major lettermen may now look forward to a grand career,-heh, heh, heh. Promising isn't it? joker-And so you men of athletic fame Listen now to what I claim In seeking brawn, forget not brain. Armourzcer-And now for your interlude enjoy' ment the Prophet presents the Phantom Band, led by Bad Dreams and featuring the Nightmares. We broadcast on a Ghost to Ghost network through the facilities of Station HfAfiM. Hear now you living hep chicks the jive of some of your departed brethren-the Phan' tom Band! 'That is the cue for curtain to slowly open while faq . W . Page I4 record begins playing. Lights are first all out but for white spot on leader and then stage lights slowly play up to a fuller effect, using no yellow or white lights however- only blue and pink. Ghosts go through number and as they are finish' ing, curtain slowly closes. Mystery Lady-Continue prophet, no time for cheers, Tell us more of what will be in 20 years. Announcer-None of us can ever forget the little girl who just never quite grew up-who never quite learned to master any other language than baby talk. Perhaps all girls have gone through that stage. At least we're going to show on our stage one who never quite grew out of it. Gan any of us ever forget this type of girl? : Spot changes to orange. Mystery Voice-As a matter of fact, can any of us forget any type of girl? Mystery Lady-I seem to have been forgotten. Prophet--Let us look in upon the babyftalk girl as she will be in twenty years. She is married-there's a sucker born every minute- and of course people who talk like she does either get dropped down a drainpipe when they are young or grow up to infect others with their vocal malady. See her as time passing will see her, with husband at home. Bahyffalk-Arid how is mama's little itsyfbitsy baby tonight? I have some comfy womby slippers for his tired little fetsie weetsies. You must be very tired tonight. Husband-Yes, I'm tired, and I don't want any slippers. Babyffalk-Oh, but you must, you sweet mansy- wansy. Sometimes I just sit and cry my little teensy eyes out when I think how hard you must work in that nasty old office just to feed me. Husband-If I thought I could starve you by quitting, I would. And don't put those darned slippers on my feet. They're very sore. And quit dusting my lapel. Why don't you leave me alone? Babyf'l'alk- fThoughtfully moving footrest so that his foot bumps against ground, causing no little pain, then as he howls in pain, she soothes him with ridiculous cooing and baby' talk. She seeks to soothe him by putting her arms

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hundred hope chests-he had them all on the run. Let us see this domineering boy twenty years from now. 'Stage is set with chair and lamp. Person is seen in chair ,reading newspaper, but chair back is toward audience. Slide screen has been raised and gold backdrop is down. When curtain opens meek individual is seen sneaking across stage back of chair with mop and bucket in hand. He is nearly across stage and unseen when he lets bucket scrape floor. This attracts attention of person in chair who it is then seen is woman, very big and powerful. Wife-And where do you think that you're going? Man-just looking to see if the floor was clean, angel. Wife--Yciu were not! Trying to sneak out to' night is more like it. And by the way, the floor isn't clean-get going! Man-Aw, lambie, I've done all the dishes, made the beds, done the shopping, worked my fingers to the bone over the wash, and I'm just wasting away over that hot stove every day- Can't I go out once a week with the other men? Wife-What do you mean men? The only men I've ever seen you with were those kids down the street. How does it feel to be marble champ and hotfscotch king of Maple Street? Man-Shh! someone might hear you. Gee, can't I go out tonight? I've just got a little mopping left to do. Wife-You worm, you'll do nothing of the sort. Oh, you'd go out and leave me all alone. You stay home tonight and every night, and while you're here Hnish my sewing and clean that silver' ware. I'm going out tonight! fstrides trium' phantly from rooml. Man-Somehow I just don't feel as though I'm boss around. Ho-Hum, back to work. 'Curtain closes. Orange spot shines on curtain break. Mystery Voice-Well, prophet, so that is how the domineering boys are going to end up. Tell me, how are the domineering girls going to be many years from now? Mystery Lady-I used to be a domineering lady. joker-Mark closely what you are to see It includes us all-even me! 'Seen through shadow screen. Gossip-Say, Mary, did you hear about Alice? Mary-Yes, and say I promised I wouldn't tell this to anyone but . . . jane-I understand that Bob has finally gotten a date with Scarlet. Unison-Fast talk of miscellaneous gossiping top' ics. Announcer-We've all seen ourselves and our friends in the same sort of situaf tions. Who hasn't heard the rattling tongue of the confirmed gossip these past four years? We wonder now if there was a girl who didn't gossip. Mystery Lady-I never used to gossip. Nobody ever tells me anything. Announcer-Now twenty years have passed, what will the passing of time bring to these gossipers-especially to Gossipping Gerf tie who never knew the score but always knew the names, numbers and telephones of all the players. Let us see .... M ysteryVoice--Heh, heh, heh. What will these gossipers be doing in twenty years, heh! That is obvious even to a fool-a big a one as you . . . heh, heh, heh. Prophet-Time has passed swiftly and we look in upon the person who in her high school days was the biggest gossip of them all. What is she doing now? Gossip--Hello Mary, I just called you up to ask you if you had heard about Gracie's latest romance-boy, this will kill you. Of course, I promised that I'd never tell it to a human being, so I guess its all right if I tell you. It seems that . . . What? You don't understand what I mean about human beings? You think I'm a cat, do you? Well listen here Mary, what I know about you would Hll a book. Yes, just 'cause I'm still a spinster doesn't mean I'm not you're equal. Well, alright for you, Mary, I'll tell all my gos- sip to Jane. Goodfby! Prophet-fsighs wearilyj Oh, dear, I guess some people never will stop gossiping. Announcer-There has been among us a type of man whose physical prowess has made him the envy of every freshman hero worf shipper. I mean the athletic hero-the ponder' ous pachyderm whose gargantuan grandeur and bounty of biceps have given a chest big enough to maintain three major letters, and a head big Page I3 gg i.. I ,

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about him, but in so doing steps on his foot and starts it all over again. Finally he throws paper on ground in terrible disgust and with loud shouts rushes from room leaving her standing in dead' pan amazement., Baby-'Talk-Now what could poor little man have done to make my great big mans so madsyfwadsy at his honey bunny? Mystery Voice-Thus be always with women like that. I couldn't stand being With a woman like that. I'd kill her. Mystery Lady--I don't talk baby talk, how about me? Mystery Voice-I'd kill you anyway. Mystery Lady-You couldn't. I'm dead. ZCIAHHOHHCCT-NOW how about the stooge. What will happen to him in the next twenty years? Will he still be a yesfman, will he be the king at last? Will he throw off his shackles of servitude and grow into a free man's estate? As time moves ahead many years let us look in upon the original stooge and see if age makes the difference. But Hrst let us see how he appears today. Conversation--Man speaks about sundry sub' jects and stooge always agrees with him. ' 'Curtain closes and white spot reappears. 2dAnn01mcer-And how will this blighted per' sonality be twenty years from now? Let us see how the years have made him a master and not a willing follower. 'Curtain opens to same setfup, stooge is still folf lowing man and answering all questions with yes' man cimmplex. 2dArmo1mcer-Such will be for all good yes' men. Now on with the show! 'Curtain opens and projector flashes slide six- Queen of the Amazons-as type six on screen. Curtain closes. There is a trumpet fanfare, roll' ing of drums and clash of cymbals. Amber Spot on center. Slide screen is rolled up and gold back' drop in left on. ' Prophet-Presenting the Queen of the Amazons! Her Future! Wow! Now we shall see what the future holds in its vast treasure chest for the female cave-woman, the gal who stars in the gym class and scars on the dance floor. What will the mystic tofbe bring to this type of girl who has sought beauty through magniicent strength, who could crush her lover with one hand to keep him faithful until death. Let us see what happens to this lass who is the pride of her specie for sheer power and physical development. Let us look in on the Queen of the Amazons as she will be in twenty years! Action-Cleaning woman merrily scrubs for a few seconds until an innocent looking small man strides across in front of her. She shrieks, a man and gets off the floor to chase the unfortunate fellow. She presently appears dragging him across stage. Man in dark clothes and turned about collar appears and: Wonian-I do. Mari-Hey wait a minute, gimme a chance! I don't even know this woman! Let me go! Woman-Would you like me to let you go? Mari- fScreamingl-YES! I DO! Minister-I pronounce you man and wife. 'Man faints and is dragged off by triumphant amazon followed by clergy. Curtain then closes. Announcer-Now for your interlude pleasure we present the Prophet's positive pref diction. The only prediction he guarantees that the crystal ball was one hundred per cent cor' rect on. Mystery Voice-Tell me, does it concern my fu' ture or past? Mystery Lady-Is he going to predict that I get a man! joker-Hah! It is more likely he would say A spinster you will surely stay. Prophet-Introducing at this time the only three persons whom I positively predict will soon be ghosts. Introducing the totalitarian trio! 2d Armormcer-All of us can easily recall that certain group of fellows who were always up with the latest of fads. You know, the guy who always rolled his pants up and wore striped suspenders and got a brush cut when they were in vogue. His trail of the future is most interesting. Let us glance at him as he appears today. 'Curtain opens on stage bare of everything but FadfLad dolled up in terrihc zootfsuit and drape shape and wide brim hat dancing wildly to music played over public address. Ioker-I cannot say what's in my mind But I really pity any such kind. Continued on page 95 - Page I5