Boody Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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still in motion. His men saw this and started blocking players from Jim's way, and in a moment Jim was over the goal line for the second and winning touchdown. The kick was good and the final score was Harding l3, State 7. Jim was carried along the field in triumphant victory by his team- mates. But he had something else to attend to. He ran across the field and up to Bob Larsen, who was walking to the club house. He roughly put his hand on Bob's shoulder and turned him around. The crowd suddenly became quiet. They wanted to see this. Marjory, who .happened to be on the field to meet Bob, stood still also. What would happen now? Jim eyed Bob angrily, the gleam in his eye giving Bob the jitters. So you caused my breaking with Marjory, eh? asked Jim in a slow tone. Bob was still not daunted by Jim's question. He stood firmly and said, Sure, and what are you gonna do about it? Jim took off his helmet and said, Just this, and this. Biff! Powl Whaml Bob was rolling on the ground with Jim, wrestling and fight- ing to the end, it seemed. Jim grabbed Bob's jersey, and stood him up. Bob's features were badly damaged. He was pleading to be left alone. Jim saw Marjory and called her over. Somehow, she could not snub him any more. She slowly and shyly stalked over to the two tired fellows and Jim said, Okay, Bob, spill it. Bob nervously answered, Yeh, yeh, sure. I told Barbara to break you two up. Sure, sure, only let me go. Let me go. Jim angrily released his grip on Bob's jersey and said, Don't let me see you around Marjory's for as longl as you live. Here he paused. That is, if Marjory understands now, he imploringly continued. The girl ran to his arms and said, Oh, Jim, darling, what a fool l've been. As she kissed him, Jim thought he had won a disputed game-and a girl. Aldo Sigismondi, 9B4. O A BACKWARD MIND IN OUR MIDST What causes war? Why do we have exams? Who blew out the flame? l was sitting in the bathtub trying to solve the problems in life. At last it struck mel We place too much value on such common things as money, education, art, recreation and love. Yes, we place too much l3

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said, Marvin for Vail. His teammates clapped him on the back and said, Attaboy Jim. Let's give it to 'em. lt was the last quarter. The kick for the extra point had been good and the score was 7 - 0, favor of State. lt was State's ball again on their own twenty-five yard line. The State eleven came out of their huddle and snapped the ball back to Cardona. Cardona started around end with Larsen beside him. As a Harding man tackled Cardona, he lateraled the ball to Larsen and Bob was off again. This time he had no interference with him. The only man in his way now was Jim Marvin. A streak of yellow passed through Bob's heart as he neared Jim. That was it. He was afraid. He sidestepped as he did to Vail, hoping for the same result. But Jim had not been fooled. As Bob sidestepped, he threw himself to the right and his arms met Bob's knees, and Bob was stopped on the l0-yard line. As the two rivals arose from the ground, Bob said, Neat little girl l got myself, eh, chump? Barbara sure played you for a sucker. Jim was fiery mad. He wanted to spring at Bob. Why you- But just then Jim's arms were held back by his teammates and Bob walked to his team's huddle, with a sneer on his face. The Harding quarterback had seen Jim trying to hit Bob and had a strategic thought. Jim would carry that ball like lightning to get revenge, so he wisely waited for their turn to receive. It came soon, for the next three State plays were not successful and it was Harding's ball on their own l0-yard line. The quarterback called Jim's play around end, and Jim took the ball like a flash. He cut and sidestepped like a ball of fire. He sped along the field: 50, 60, 70, 80, and l0 more to go for a touchdown. The crowd was at last seeing what it had ex- pected, for now Bob was between Jim and the goal. Jim was red with anger, He ran straight for Bob, brought down his arm, and his palm went flush into Bob's face. Jim stepped over the goal for a touch- down. Bob slowly got up. He felt very much humiliated. The spec- tators laughed. The kick for extra point was not good and the score was now 7 - 6, because of Jim's 90-yard run. They finished their receiving without further tally. There was one minute to go. Again Cardona of State took the ball. This was the last play. As Cardona ran down the field, there came a boom sig- nifying the game was over after this play was completed. Then Car- dona encountered Jim in midfield, the latter asked for the ball, saying that the game was over for the gun had sounded. Cardona said, Oh, and calmly handed Jim the ball. Jim smiled and started running down the field, for the play was l2

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value on love also! Yet we don't place enough value on such wonder- ful things as war, sickness, crime and laziness. Without laziness where would we be now? Do you know that through plain downright lazi- ness I saved the lives of hundreds of people? It happened like this. I was migrating to the west with a covered wagon troupe. They always called me Iazy Maggie. That was because I was of less use than Mrs. O'MaIIey's two year old. When they called on someone to do something, I was always the last to volunteer. Whenever some- thing was done wrong, they called it lazy Maggie's work. Many's the time they would wonder why they ever allowed me to come along. One day as I was walking slowly along and the last person was a few yards ahead of me, I saw some wild flowers and stooped down to smell them. Just as I was about to take a sniff, I saw some bushes moving. Jumping backward, I saw a red hand and part of a tomahawk and heard many faint footsteps. Running as fast as my trusty feei' could carry me, I at last reached my friends. In an excited voice, and panting hard, I informed them of what I saw and heard. I wasn't any too soon, for just as they formed a barricade, the Indians attacked. We were ready to fight and the Indians were scared away. They be- gan to praise me for being so brave. We had a feast of buffalo meat in honor of me and my laziness that evening. Florence Resnick, RDZ 0 A TEACHER'S ABSENCE One sunny bright morning in April, the children of Westville were hurrying to school, each and every one of them expecting to see Miss Rogers at her usual place behind her desk. With the young and beau- tiful Miss Rogers the little red schoolhouee wasn't such a terrible place to be. But in place of their beloved teacher was another woman whose looks and manner were rather the opposite of sweet Miss Rogers. This teacher, who said her name was Miss Straddy, was stern to the chil- dren. Lessons that day went as usual, but there was a touch of a for- mal feeling in the hearts of all the pupils. At last the recess bell rang. As the girls gathered in the yard, Mary said, Oh, what a strange teach- er we have. Zenith pouted seriously. Well, I feel like a little chick that lost its mother. So do we, echoed everyone. In a while, a warning rang, telling them to get back to school or they might be late. Everyone got in extra early for fear the teacher would report them in Miss Rogers' gray book. I4