Berwick High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Berwick, PA)

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THE MIRROR Page Q7 gtadio gtacket .fy clQ7yatt q1Dilliams Sure, you have one. Everybody has. You got yours about six months ago, after all your friends had gone wild over neutrodynes, monodynes, and supedynes. When everybody was talking about regenerative circuits, and loop aerials, and amplification, and you not knowing a loud speaker from a vacuum tube, felt distinctly out of it. It was then that you got a friend to wise you up, and next ordered a big set from the corporation down the street. It was installed while you were at the office one day, and that evening, a slick young man called to show you how to run it. Next evening, you hurry through your supper-in- cidcntally bringing on a later attack of indigestion-and take your seat in front of the panel of shining knobs. You turn this, and that, a dismal screech assailing your ears. Then, oh rapture of raptures: This is station B A M of-f-f. There it goes. Then silence. Next, An' the little bunny ran through the big woods. The old fox-- Bah, you cut it off, much disgruntled. An exhilarating WWWWhhhhheeeeeeee reverberates in your ears-some helpful neighbor tuning in. Next you hear, by stages, the complete installation of a boiler factory, done in Bb. Station X Y Z, Chicago, Illinois. You just listened to Miss gr-r-r-r Smith sing, The Old Oaken Bucket. Our next number will be the sCWow! screechlbing of Dreamy Melody by Miss Smith. Station X-. You turn the knob to clear it up a bit. Silence, dur- ing the usual moment of waiting, while you anticipate the weck's most popular song. Then clear, and loud, to your ears comes: I The natives of the Congo, although in a practically undeveloped state, are? You have turned the accursed thing too far. Vainly you begin to search for Dreamy Melody. Hudson R. R. quoted at 88 7-8 late to--fYowl. Oh I love her in the morning and I l-wow Scre-e-e-c-h. u -are moving eastward with gr-r-reat velocity. Siow and sleet is expected for the eastern half of-.

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Page '26 THE MIRROR restrain his whale among the minnows, advising him after a scrimmage: You are surely throwing a sca1'e into them, even if you do get every signal wrong. But for goodness sake slow up and save your wind. Darned if I'll let you and Varney make a monkey of me, panted the young pretender, who staggered into position instead of trotting. His complexion turned from red to purple. He was willing to do his best, but his flesh was woefully weak. Kitty was sadly perplexed. In her excitement she turned to Varney and cried, a little impatiently: Aren't you ashamed to sit here doing nothing? Can't you become a little interested? What can be the mat- ter with Captain Varney ? ' Fred Varney excused himself and sauntered out on the field. He and the referee had quite a conversation, and soon he was seen running to the gymnasium. In a few minutes hc came out of the building in a football suit. The referee put him in the game and the game began again. The players returned in a dangerous mood, and the opponents were fairly taken by surprise. Varney received the ball and went tearing down the field with Williams in front of him. A few yards from the goal post he fell and the ball rolled in front of Williams. Williams picked it up and ran, a man clinging to him on each side. This did not stop him. Six feet from the goal line he toppled over and measured his length, which was enough and to spare. Kitty Lombard, always wide awake, realized her mis- take in treating Varney as she had treated him. When Varney and Bob tried to explain things she calmly said: It would have spoiled it if I would have told you that I knew all the time which was which when Bob intro- duced you. Sleepy was congratulated on his playing, but took it very shamefacedly. He thinks to this day, although no one has told him so, that Varney fell on purpose in order that he might make the much needed touchdown. wsu A Notice By The Joke Editor Wanted-Jokes for the Mirror. That afternoon three Sophs applied.

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Page '28 THE MIRROR -Jones won in the second round over -J im Br-. SSSSCCCCRRRREEEEEEEECCCCHHHH W-O-W F-S-T Z-I-N-G-and it is thought Mars is inhabited, by the proof of Professor Jo-Z Z T-Bing--who says the Yanks will most positively win the crucial se---Bowwwww Ying. --music in the air, when the infant morn is n-i-. You finally get in on Dreamy Melody, in time to hear the two closing bars. You try once more, twice more. You begin to be- lieve you have a headache. Yes, you do have a headache. You are beginning to get that attack of indigestion. Hang the thing anyway! Then you go to bed, of course, leaving the tubes turned on in order to wear down the batteries more quickly. K-5 41 ON THE RIVER By Lee Fahringer At twilight - Drifting on the river, Not a breath of air Disturbs the calm. The boat glides softly on With scarce a motion, For just one moment, The whole world seems still. Then comes the night breeze Rippling the watersg Far across the stream We hear the deep tones of a bull-frog. Slowly we paddle back, Thoughtful, and awed, Having communed with the twilight. 1.94, Mary M.: Why weren't you at the dance the other night? Jessie Z.: Oh, I cancelled the date when I saw how abominable Ruch's hair looked with my new cherry frockf'