Cambridge High School - Yearling Yearbook (Cambridge, MD)

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' T H E H O T T E N T O T Pagc Thirtggn CAPTAINS, ALL CLASS OFFICERS OF 1934 Harry Foxwell, Captain of base ballg Ed. Dougherty, Left to right: Ed. Doughcrtv, Vice-President: Leo Captain of basket bull: Levin Newcomb, Captain soccerg Slicnton, Prcsirlclltg Ann Carol iDill, Treasurcrg Lewis Rufus NVheeler, Captain of 115 lb. speed ball, james, Secretary. is in ic 31 2 11 110103 lil Sl it if 11 1 2 1014 1 1 D 10111101011 if ini: 1 ioiuioix 201011liirioioiaxicnioiuioioiqriuri I Q Q i ! Q n Q i u a Q Q n u ! Q Q Q Q Q ! Q Q ! Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q Q u Q Q Q u i Q ! Q Q Q Q viuiujoioiojojojojlnit ni4r1ojo1oi1:14.joj1 iii V101 aiwoie -11114-ieiiuzuiuianivjcvzoxnia rivivtcrioioioioioc boieviojoioioioif Qc D011 Q10

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Pr' Twelve THE HOTTENTOT age QCIDDQII1PQlYQODOQOQOD4IQIDQOQIIQUQUQIPQUQU-1bl!bl!IQ4IQIDQ110,1DQCIllilllCP.0l0QllQllQlYQll,llQUS'0,0Q1Yi0QOQllQOQOQOQOQODIO:Q A WOMAN'S TEARS Oh, Mr. March, here I come every year, only to End that you have made it cold. The skies are cloudy and everything seems so dreary. - Humph. Who are you? Why don't you know who I am? With me I bring joy and sunshine. After your departure I make people smile and sing once more. O'er all the earth I spread a carpet of green dotted with bright flowers. The birds come forth again singing, for I am Lady A-pril, the Queen of Spring. Bah, I have not seen any of the wonders which you claim to perform. If I recall rightly, you happen to be the young lady who brings the cloudy days and who opens up the sky send- ing forth great rainfallsf' Oh, Mr. March, please, please, stop blowing, You make the trees bend their lovely backs. You are blowing dirt and trash all around. Look! You have driven dear Mr. Sun back. Oh, you are cruell I hate you! Oh, oh, oh l Aw gee, I was only kidding. Don't cry. Oh, dear! Oh, dear l Please, Lady April, don't cry. I know what, I'll tell you a funny story. No, Mr, March, no. Oh, go away. I hate you. I hate you! Lady April, I am your friend and helper. After Mr. February goes to sleep I make ready for your coming. With my powerful breath I blow the cobwebs from the earth. I dust the mountains, the crevices, valleys and ravines. I clean the trees that the song birds might have clean homes. Also I blow the remaining leaves, which are dead, from their branches to make room for new ones. The air is made purer and more refreshing by my coming, Why, I make the little boys and the little girls happy, for I furnish sufficient wind that their kites might fly well. I may make some peo- ple shiver and frown as I blow the cold wind against them. but I do this that they might look forward to your coming with joy and welcome, Lady April. , I did not know you were so kind, dear Mr. March. CDrying her tears and giving March a broad smilej, Please forgive me. I am terribly sorry. Tut, tut, my child I I want to thank you, my friend, for your work, about which I was so ignorant, in preparing the world for my coming. Don't mention it, Lady April. Now'I must go until next year. I am tired and must go to sleep until I come again. My work has been hard, but it was worth it. It su'rely was, dear Mr. March. 'VVell, good bye and good luck to you. Good bye, dear friend, and once more I thank you. Well, it is the same the world over. A woman's tears are a wonder- ful weapon. With them she can make a man bend his knee. Anyhow it sure worked in my case and I have one more friend added to my list as a re- sult. M MARIE E. KUHN '35 THE TWAIN MEET The pale, wasted girl upon the bed raised her thin hand slowly and pointed to a beautiful, jewelled Ori- ental idol upon the mantel. Bring me that image, she commanded. When it was brought to her, she showed Emile the beautiful, priceless gems. She lay there and fingered them, especially the two emerald eyes. This idol, she said, has a story attached to it. I will tell it to you. My mother, before her marriage, was a great traveler, but she spent most of her time in the Orient. The East haunted her with its stillness, it held her with its ecstacy. Then she chanced to meet my father, a young Englishman, who was also traveling in China at the time. The two became engaged, but on the evening before their marriage, mother went to See a very dear friend, Wong Lee, who had always been as a brother to her. 'Wong Lee,' she sobbed, 'this will be our last time together, for he is making me go back to England with him and I don't wan-t to. Oh, Wong Lee, he is so cruel, but now it is too late.' 'Yes,' he meditated, 'it is too late. But waitl Take this with you. Keep it, -but do not let anyone touch it three times beside yourself or the one who gets it at your death, for it means they must die.' With these words, he gave her the precious idol and she left. Not more than a year after I was born, Vlfong Lee came to see my mother and he saw how miserable she was. That night my father was brought home dead. It was suicide the police said, but mother knew different. Later mother married Wong Lee and once more she was happy in the Land of Cherry Blossoms. When I was old enough I also traveled and have been traveling ever since, but now I am preparing to make my last journey. You have heard the story of the idol, but now I must tell you this. VVhen my mother gave the idol to me she was dying and the spell was still upon it for she did not have time to break it. Well, I have touched it only three times. so like my father, who had also touched it, I must go. Emile, you are the only friend I have so I am giving the idol to you, Here she gasped, as if choking, but CED1ToR's NOTE: We felt that this parody on the Night Before Christmas was good enough to wait for the Yearbookj THE DAY AFTER EW YEAR'S CWith apologies to Clement Moorej It was the day after New Year and all thru the school No children were whooping nor breaking a rule: The halls were kept by the children so clean, That no dirt, no rubbish nor paper was seen, The children were sitting all quiet in their places While expressions of contentment flashed on their faces, Mr. Cromwell in his office said, Why this is just swell, If I see much more of this, I'll think I'm not well. When out in the hall there rose such a clatter, He sprang from his desk to see what was the matter. Away to the door he flew like a flashg Tore open the door, went thru with a dash. The boys on the spur of an unforeseen chance, Had broken into an Indian war dance. Then what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a hush that settled over the cnt-ups like fear. And over their faces stole an innocent look So they looked like angels out of the book. More silent than oysters, these boys, they were. But just the same Mr. Cromwell said, Come here. Come Charlie, come Levie, now Eddie, and Jimmy Here Leo, here Harry, here Ernest, and Wimpy Report at three by the clock on the wall, I Now dash away, dash away. dash away all. And laying his finger aside his nose, And giving a nod, to the occasion he rose. When I asked about the commotion below, He answered it, and was not so slow, Oh, he said, what caused that strange revolution? THAT WAS THE REMEMBRANCE OF NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS. DONALD MATTHEWS Pro and Con in English Classes CContinued from Page 73 honors. This time the question was Resolved, that the United States should be a member of the World Court. The chairman fin all his gloryj was Johnny Vickers. The debaters for the afhrmative, Vernon Stoker, Miriam Jones, Betty Conway Csubstitute for Lavenia Ray- mondlg negative, Robert McAllister, Bettye Wright and Edith Kroker. In the rebuttal we had more of an open forum of discussion than we did a rebuttal and the debaters found that both Edith and Vernon nearly had to hght it out. But we hope that not any hard feelings were carried over. spoke again. Have no fear, for the spell was broken with my words. But let no one touch the jewelled devil and when you near the end, tell to whom ever you give this that which I have just told you.-Goodbye, my friend. Nada, Nada. I will care for the idol and always will I remember you. Goodbye, Little Nada. Nada was dead. Her pale beauti- ful face was relaxed and her breath- ing had ceased. The image was now in young Emile's possession. MARIE E. KUHN Similies CContinued from Page 65 As blonde as Grace Westbrook As frilly dressed as Edith War- rington As particular with their hair as Gary Moore As interested in the office as Dor- othy Brooks As interested in soup as Edith Seward As fuzzy headed as Frances Bran- nock As sociable as Johnnie Vickers . good in soccer as Ernest Tieder big a pest as Boob Wilson temperamental as Ed Dougherty As As As .lil-. From Freshman to Senior Cfontinued from Page 81 career and I feel proud that I did not fall down in my Senior year, as so many do. In the last month of school, all was in a bustle, preparing for thc class play, getting invitations and name cards, the fixing of dates for the ban- quet, class night and graduation. The feeling of being a Senior was best of all. Then, even more seriously than before, I began to think that I was never again to enter this school as a student, the place where so far I have spent the most enjoyable time of my life.

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