Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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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

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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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Class History James Eaton Four years of association with Bennett, with the faculty and with the rest of the student body, have wrought an illustrious history for the Class of 1942. To some of us, it seems an eternity since we first entered the portals of our beloved Bennett High School and became imbued with her unconf querable spirit of endeavor for advancement and supremacy. At this time when we realize that we are about to lose her kindly tutelage, it suddenly becomes plain to us that Bennett has given us much more than we have returned. There are those among us whose efforts have made ours a worthy Bennett graduating class. Many have received recognition for their services but still more have done their bit in obscurity. To these two groups we, the Class of 1942, owe the success and happif ness of our gradual advance toward graduation. We were Freshmen once. Remember way back then? Bennett High School was like a mysterious land into which four or five hundred total strangers had been thrust to Hnd their way around. Those tricky corridors and hidden classrooms were conf stant sources of panic and despair. That was the first stage in our development. Soon several of us were elected to the Student Council and there we served our terms in silence lest we fail of the respect due all upperclassmen. Jeanne Crane and Bud Morrow found their way to the Bennett Beacon oflice where they inaugurated a special column for freshmen, the Freshmen Frolics. It was in this year that Arlene Brock first displayed her thespian talent when she and Clarence Luck won the Philosophian Speaking Contest. As sophomores we at last began to emerge from our respective shells. Many of us found our way into the numerous clubs that were open to us. A few sturdy souls even appeared briefly on the Bennett stage to read an announcement and then to return to concealment to escape the criticism of our elders. Beauty was a prominent characteristic of our class as the school soon discovered when Hal Bergwall was elected King at the Beacon Jamboree. Still others were showing great promise in athletics. The Philomathian Essay Contest was won by Jim Eaton and Bob Stroman. Doris Kennell supple' .51 mu VX ' Cyl sy I I Page I6 mented Arlene Brock as the two appeared in the school play Smilin Through. Jimmy Eaton was the Class Representative on the Executive Comf mittee. Clarence Roth and Jimmy Eaton ably represented our sophomore class in athletics. 1940f41 found a fullffledged class materializing out of the general turmoil. Such figures as Phyllis Germoney, Arlene Brock, Jane Helfrich and Bud Morrow became outstanding debaters. Our class still ably represented itself on the school Honor Roll and Merit Roll despite the fact that it had now had three years in which to realize the uglif ness of study. The Legion of Honor recognized the valuable traits of our class and so accordingly electf ed several of our mates to its membership. We were capably preparing ourselves for the leadership that would be ours in our senior year as was shown by the large number of us who were listed as ofhcers and enthusiastic participants in the activities of the many clubs in Bennett. Jeanne Crane was picked to represent our Junior Class on the Ex' ecutive Committee. The Bennett Beacon found Sherman Wright, Naomi Eckert, Gloria Blessing, Lewis Twersky, Jimmy Stuart, and Carol Warme actively working on its major staff. Art honors began to come to more of our classmates as Phyllis Locke, Betsy Sawdye, Jean Behringer, Shirley Patricola and Merle Wilson snatched down honors in the National Meat Poster Contest. Bob Strof man received the Bennett Players' Award, a note' worthy achievement. The Bennett Frolics of 1941, excellently directed by Bud Morrow, was made up of many members of our class. Dan Schurr, Clarence Roth, Jimmy Eaton and John Walker brought prominence to the Junior Class through their athletic performances. The latter three received All High Medals for their excellence. Winning the Mercer Speaking Contest brought high honor to Shirley Mitchell and Fred Eschf bach. The AllfHigh Girls' Declamation Contest brought a similar award to Arlene Brock. The Junior Class ended its year with a Junior Prom under the direction of Arlene Brock and Jim Eaton who were selected as the Junior Representatives. Time and tide wait for no man. We could not escape our fate and as seniors we fell into the stern but capable hands of Miss Brettle and Mrs. Wilkf inson. As seniors we have tried to assume the leadership of our school which now seems to mean