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

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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

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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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these fiery words, he went out the door, slamming it behind him. Here was a rival Jim wasn't going to like, although they were not of the same school. lt so happened that Jim was half-back of Hard- ing University, and these two schools were to clash on the opening day of the football season, now very near. With these thoughts in mind, Jim was in for a lot of trouble. ll At the Phi Delta dance that night, Jim and Marjory were having a grand time together dancing, dining, talking. In the middle of the next dance, Jim and Marjory strode to the open door which led to the balcony. They looked wonderful standing there - just the two of them, heads together, each whispering words that thrilled the other. Suddenly Jim said, Marj, l must tell you something. Yes, Jim, answered the girl. Well, er-I-I love you! Why, Jim, exclaimed the girl in a surprised voice. l'm sorry, Marjorie, but I,-well, -er, l mean, -er, gee, l had to say it Marj. l've loved you from the first moment l saw you. As he said this, he moved closer to Marjorie. Oh Jim. I was waiting for you to say that all night. I love you too, Jim. The girl's voice made the stars above twinkle even bright- er. The moon and the stars in the sky smiled down on a boy and a girl. For that moment the world was all theirs. lll ln the meantime, Bob Larsen, a very angry and determined fellow, was talking to a girl. Barbara, you go to this school. Use your tac- tics, but no matter how you do it, get Jim Marvin away from my GlRL. He emphasized the last two words. The next afternoon Jim was coming out of the Physiology class when he was accosted by a beautiful, black-haired girl, the dangerous Barbara. She would start her scheme right now. She passed Jim and let her books fall. Jim, unsuspecting of the trouble he was getting into, stooped down and picked them up. Barbara's eyes flashed into his, but instead of feeling the grand effect that Marjorie had given him, Jim felt an uneasiness grip him. Oh, thank you, big boy,' said the girl, thank you very much. Oh, oh, thought Jim. One girl yesterday, another today. That was bad. The girl continued, Would you care to walk me to my house? I live just a few blocks from the school. Well- started Jim, but before he could finish, the girl put her