Bogota High School - Purple B Yearbook (Bogota, NJ)

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wasgasvafas. PURPLE B t.4sga.v.4r-aa fffnqi .Jana Page Nirrcfy-fum' I hope Prexy breaks his neck on the way here to get the comp. So long and good luckf, 5 joe sat for some time in his chair. He wondered if he should do it. fXY'ould Hawkins take the loss of his eyesight as an excuse? No, Guess not NY'ell, I'll fool the old buzzard and do it anywayj. He got up and groped for the card table and hauled it over in front of his easy chair. He placed the typewriter and other materials on the table. Then he plugged in the socket of the electric perculator, and rolled up his sleeves. Finally, he sat down in the chair and leaned back trying to form the thesis in his mind. Suddenly he sat up and began hammering away at the typewriter. Word after word, line after line, only stopping to change paper, and shift the type- writer at the sound of the bell. After a time, he sat back to rest his aching head, and to take a drink of hot, black coffee. At a quarter of eleven, he drew the last page out of the machine, and stacked the papers in an orderly pile on the table. He then sat back to wait. He had, there, a thesis that was worth an A any day. Most likely the old buzzard expects to find the thesis not even started, and is prepared to give me a lecture. As the bell in the chapel tower struck eleven, a gentle tap was heard on the door. COME IN, yelled Joe-not very invitingly. The professor stepped in, with a polite I trust that you are feeling well this evening, Mr. Grantleyf' Yeh, pretty good. XXfliy-ereah whats happened to your eyes, Joseph? Uh, I caught a cold in the rain at the game, got hit behind the ear, and when I got home, I rushed right out again to a swell feed and dance. Got home late, or, rather, I should say, early, and awoke at six this evening. The doctor says that the dampness, the sock on my head, and the noise and bright lights last night are the causes of my temporary loss of sight. I'm very sorry to see you in such a predicament, but if you had only taken ample precaution against-. Yeh, I know all about it. I had one lecture already from the doctor, cut in joe. If you want the thesis, it's on the desk. You'd do me a favor if you would tell me what you think of it. I did it in spite of my blindness. These last statements were spoken belligerently. The professor picked up the neatly folded papers, and began scanning them,ka bit too hastilye-thought joe. The professor opened his lips to speak, but closed them again. He slowly walked to the side of 'Ioe's chair, and looked down intently at the typewriter, and then at joe. joe hated the silence and felt the eyes of the professor on his face. It made him nervous and worried. NVell, he said, is it all right. Yes, I believe it is. By the way, who lixed your typewriter, and got your writing material ? joe felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Maybe Spud had done some-

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asa asa, M PURPL ka asa, XWhat's the matter, joe? Wl1at's up, 'doc'? Nothing serious, I hope. Gee, can'tcha see at all, pal? That's bad. Cant I help you? Hey, doctor how long will he be done up like this? Two or three daysf, Hmm. Wfell, that is pretty serious, isn't it? Wfith this thought, he stopped his cross examinaion and sank down in the sofa, as though something annoyed him. The doctor arose to go, giving joe a parting bit of advice. Take good care of that cold, son, or most likely it will develop into something more serious. Keep warm, and, understand, no work. Though, I don't see how you can work without your eyesight. I'll call again in the morning. Good-night. Rf Q L He crossed the threshold, and was gone. There was utter silence. In deep thought, Spud sat on the sofa. joe lay his head back among the propped-up pillows. The clock ticked inces- santly. Finally, Spud split the silence. joe, you heard what the doctor said about work. XXf'ell. Ive bad news for you. I met SkinHint, you know, Professor Hawkins, on the Campus. He stopped me and said: 'Mr Charles Spillane, I believe? And I said, 'Yes sirf 'XXfell,' he replied, 'I am on my way over to pay your room-mate, Mr. Grantley, a visit. However, you can deliver my message to him.' i'You know, Joe. I don't like him at all, and none of the other fellows do, for that matter. He's an old crab, and he hasn't one soft spot in him-hard as nails. He believes that college is no place for athletics, and if he were dean, he would probably prohibit them, Hes as cold as ice toward me. It's tough that you have him for English. Vifell, anyway, he told me to tell you that you must have your thesis hnished tonight. He's calling for it-himself-at eleven o'clock. Says he won't take any excuse, that he's been telling you to do it for the last month or so. He'll Hunk you for sure, if you dont do it, joe. Vlfhat are you going to do? I've got to do it, Spud You know, if I Hunk, fand the old fossil will tlunk me, if I dont do itj, the governor will have a lot to say about it, and no maybe. Gosh! just my darn luck to have this turn up at a time like this XXf'ell,-Ill have to do my best. Luckily, I can handle a typewriter. 'Spudf' are you going out tonight? YehY Taking some blonde to a dance. Neat. too. Sorry you can't be with me, Joe. XXfhy P-Anything I can do for you before I go? Yes. Vifill you hx the typewriter-take out that old ribbon, and put in a new one. You'll land them in my desk-also, some paper, Then, from an adjoining room, came a muffled voice, O, K.. joe, but, say, where is my collar button ? Minutes passed, the chapel bell struck nine. So long, joe. I'll be home early. Anyway, I'll beat the milkman here. Page Vnztty tluce

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as.a.a.11, M PURPL thing wrong. The typewriter-or if he had forgotten to take out the old ribbon. No, not that-he distinctly remembered hearing Spud hx the machine, and placing the material on the desk. These thoughts Hashed through his mind in a split second. '1 'W Spud did, of course. Wlly, anything wrong? No, no. I was just wondering. Well. joseph, I must be going, but I'll tell you this much. Your thesis was a wonderful effort. I know you can do great things, if you will only try. Of course you will pass. Good-bye and good luck. The professor closed the door and was gone. joe sat back among the pillows and rested. He was tired, very tired,- but happy. His thesis was good,fthe professor had said so, himself, and that was unusual. Well, he had fooled SkinHint, after all. as as as The clock ticked its chanty-''try-try-try-try''-Itme lay curled asleep in the arm chair, with a contented smile on his face. The November wind moaned and howled outside, and the small, htful glare of the table lamp cast its light on the typewriter without a ribbon. SONG ALBUM My Song ................... ....................... T he Alma Mater Ola! Tluf Kirr .............. .........,... D ot and Chicken Pattie Time O11 My H.z111fr ......,............. ....... M embers of the Couples' Squad Of Thee I SIIICQ ............................. ................................., B ogota High Life I.r 1111! .1 Bowl of Cberrier ...... ............................... j ohn Rheder You C1111 It M.zJ11e.rJ .......... ...... ............. H o mework Re111e111ber Me .................... ,....................................... T o the Faculty Uiyhljll I'111 fha P1'eJiJe11l ....... Gite Me 11 zllfllllflif Pfetzre ...... A11 Of are .,..................,.............. 5701119 My E1'e1'-31 Tlving ,...,...,...,.. Many Hrzppj' Reflmir of five Day Bob Kroeger Late Student to Session Room Teacher . ..... .,........ ,.,. ........ I f o otball Second Team That Diploma Commencement Lzer ..................................... ......... ....... A b sence Excuses Blner 111 My Hc',ZI'f ..,................,...,,,..........,. ........ I n The Office Tel! Ttzler ,......................................,............... ........, E xam Papers llnlvezz the Ref! of Mae Croizuf Gow Home ...... ..........,.......... T he janitor T100 Hearlr .................,................................... ........... T rudy and Johnnie Say 11 Liflle Pznzyer' For Me ........................ ......, O n Report Card Day 111 11 Prelty Liflle Hill-Billy Tnzwz ...,... .............,....... M aywood A113 I Il ,z.rfi11g My Time O11 Y011 ........ ........ I. atin 111 One Home Ilwiflv You .........,...... . Ob Il lui tl TIM!! ...............,..,,.,. 111 tz D1'e11111 .......,..... Przrzzdire ...,.,......... Day' Affer Day ....... Detention jasper English IV Class Prom Night No Homework .wa-1 ,N Page Ninety-five