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

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outsiders take part. To ask them to stop is useless-I know from ex- perience, and so I grin and bear it. I grin so as to keep up my spirits. My eyes are on the screen, I realize it's the strong scene of the picture. Straining my ears, I try to Iisten but in vain. In the adult section handkerchiefs are stopping tears. But the 'tears' in front of me are still going strong. Time passes. I hear nothing, and soon the picture is over. The angels in front of me have decided to stay once more. Although I hear this time, I cannot enjoy the picture because I am kept in- formed about the part after this, thanks to those awful children. Due to this fact, I don't have a very pleasant time. Soon everyone is laughing and the picture is over. I leave before the end, with a firm resolution not to come next Saturday, and can you blame me? Rita Dobzinsky, RBI. C DISPUTED GAME He was handsome, well built, and very intellectual. Jim Marvin was a 20-year-old student of Harding University. Marjory Hastings, daughter of the college dean, was strolling on the campus one night, when Jim suddenly bumped into her. Ohl I beg your pardon, he said, in a slow, low tone that caused Marjory's heart to skip a beat. That's quite all right, answered the girl. Jim immediately felt that he ought to get acquainted with her. She was a sweet, blonde-haired miss, her azure eyes shining like the stars above. This was indeed love at first sight. Jim's brain was trying to find a way to introduce himself to this wonderful girl. His body was cold with perspiration. No, he hadn't the nerve. Would he meet her again? He must wait for another time. Unknown to both Jim and Marjory, the latter had dropped her purse during the confusion. A few minutes later, Jim, still in the same spot of the very brief meeting, suddenly sighted it. What must he do now? The girl was out of sight. Why not open the bag and find out if there was an address? Yes, indeed. The Dean's address. Could this be the Dean's daughter? Within twenty minutes, Jim was at the door of the Dean's home. He knocked, somewhat frightened, or nervous-or was it love? He trembled at the thought of the latter. A colored servant opened the door and let him in. Who do yo' all wish to see, suh? asked the servant. . - . 7

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over the people. Our golden mist corresponds to your angels on earth. After thanking the man for his information, I continued to write in my notebook. Suddenly, the music mentioned before, rose to a loud crescendo and a sweet voice was heard to say, Come stranger, if you want to leave our planet. In front of me was a long, golden stairway. At the top was a golden net like the one I had come up in. I mounted the steps, took hold of the net and floated downward towards the earth. Down, down, down. Gently I landed next to the same stream I had started from. The net had disappeared. When I ran home and told my parents of my adventure, lwhich I discovered lasted only two hoursl, they didn't believe me. I don't suppose you will either, but I wanted to tell you about this strange visit because I knew you would read my letter through to the end-if only for the sake of a good story. Your friend, Bobby Salisberg Marilyn Rosen, RCI O MOVIES ON A SATURDAY I lay down my I5 cents on the counter of the booth. One, I say automatically. The smiling young miss behind the glass booth hands me my ticket. After I have handed my ticket to the collector, I enter the darkened theater. Follow mel snaps the matron. Obediently I follow. There's a seat, she growls. But it's so near, I protest, with a backward glance at the empty seats in the adult section. lt's fifteen rows, barks the matron. But my eyes are weak. The matron looks at me unbelievingly. Take it, or leave it. WeIl, can't I stand? IINOIII Oh, all right. I say, thank you, rather saucily, and sit down. But all I can hear is, It's a cinch, Tracy jumps out. Now he'II cIimb. Thereupon the young gentlemen in front of me become involved in a heated debate lconcerning a chapter shown beforel in which many .-I . , I ' 6

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Er-er- I- I mean -er- you see, I, no she-no we both were walking along the campus when I bumped into her. Very clumsy of me, don't you think? He forced a laugh that seemed to come from the morgue. Who is her, suh? What is yo' all talkin' about? asked the puz- zled servant. lt occurred to Jim for the first time that he had forgotten to read the name above the address in the purse. He opened the purse and showed the card to the maid. Oh, yo' mean Miss Marj', said the maid. She ain't come back yit. The Dean' wasn't in either, so Jim chose to wait. Ten minutes later he heard the maid say, There's someone to see yo' Miss Marj'. The girl was surprised to see Jim. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at him, adding to Jim's admiration of the girl. Why, hello, said the girl, addressing Jim. Hello, Miss Hastings, answered Jim. You must have dropped this when we collided tonight on the campus. The girl was amused at Jim's uneasiness. Oh, thank you, she said sweetly. How can l ever repay you? Here was the chance Jim was waiting for. Well, he said, l- er- er- would like to take you to the Phi Delta Fraternity dance tonight. That is, if you have nothing else to do. Thanks, very much, er- I didn't quite get your name, Mister- Marvin, Jim Marvin, responded Jim. Well, l'm sorry, Mister Marvin, but Bob Larsen is taking 'me out tonight, continued Marjory, somewhat disappointed. A new voice suddenly interrupted the two excited people, saying, Yeh, she's going with me. Wanna make somethin' out of it? It was Bob Larsen. Marjory was angry at the sudden and rude intrusion. Why, Bob- by, she said, how could you be so vulgar. Oh! I wouldn't go with you now for anything. Get outI Bob looked at Marjory with an air of surprise, and then rather angrily said, Why, you little- He could not finish. Jim lashed out with both fists flying. He connected most of the time, and finally landed one on Bob's jaw. Down went Bob. He slowly arose from the floor a moment later, and started for the door. Can you imagine, he started. A girl like that taking such a punk in favor of me, the greatest football half- back of State University. l'll get you for this, l'll get you! With I 8