Cambridge High School - Yearling Yearbook (Cambridge, MD)

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Page Eighteen Ozoizixioioioioioioioioioit11014114xioioioiozozoi :initio THF HOT 0 E R DIO PROGR By LEA HENRY, '35 The girl in pink, jostled by the noon-time crowd, walked slowly down the main street of Lewis, a small town on the outskirts of New York City. She looked neither to the left or right, the slight pucker in her usually smooth forehead and faraway look in her wide violet eyes plainly showed that she was unaware of the gazes of admiration passersby bestowed upon her. For Susanne Morley was indeed worth looking at a second time. Her naturally wavy, reddish-gold hair per- fectly framed her youthful piquant face. The supple lines of her slight body, inadequately concealed beneath the wisp of silk dress, also managed to convey an enticing suggestion of youth. The whiteness and smoothness of her skin undoubtdely blended well with the shade of pink she wore. Susanne had walked the length of the business thoroughfare and was well out into the residential section of the town before she showed any signs of recognizing her where- abouts. Abruptly she turned to the left and started up a flower-bordered walk leading to a small green and white bungalow. For the woman sitting on the porch, she managed a cheery How'dy, Mommyg really glad to get home where it's cool. It's suffocating down- town this morning. Susanne passed on into the cozy little sitting-room, dropped into a chair, and tuned in on her favorite radio station- As she selected a book and settled herself comfortably to read, she let her thoughts again re- turn Cas if she hadn't been thinking about him for a weekj to Dick Cope- land, a handsome and very popular young crooner for Station JDK, New York. She had met him about two months ago, months that seemed like years, and everyone had teased them about love at first sight. She thought it must have been fate that engineered her meeting with such an attractive young man. And then-the quarrel! In her heart she knew that she was to blame, but pride prevented her ad- mitting it to Dick. He'd never know she was sorry they were through! A voice floated in from the porch. Susanne, the postman just left a package for you. Susanne came down to earth with a start. All right, dear, she called, I'll be there in a moment. Laying her book aside, she joined her mother on the cool side veranda. Catching sight of a bulky package, she ex- claimed, Who on earth could be send- ing me anything? As she glanced at the handwriting, however, a curious change came over her. With a barely audible Pardon me, Mother, I-I just thought of something, she turned and made her way into the house. As she sat on the sofa and gazed at the handwriting-Dick's handwriting -she began mechanically to tear away the paper. The object which finally lay revealed proved to be the most beautiful orchid corsage Susanne had ever seen. As she lifted the ex- pensive flowers from their box, an en- velope, addressed to herself, tumbled to the floor. She picked it up and started to open it, 'But wait-should she read it? Wouldn't it be better to send it back unopened? But then, it would do no harm just to read it. The note ran thus: Susanne, My Darling, It's All My Faunt, for You're Mine, You, More Than You'll Knowf, Love is a Dream so What Have We Got to Lose in case I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance with You ? You can have Anything Your Heart Desires, Lovey, so An Orchid to You ! Let's Call It a Day, Love Dick P. S.-At seven o'clock tonight I'm Crooning a Love Song to Heav- en just For You. Listen in, Please! And then Linger a Little Longer and wait for me When the Sun Bids the Moon Good Night. Gotta Go, D. Susanne smiled wistfully to her- self. That was darned cute of Dick. It sounded just like him. But she'd never let him know she cared. Never! She'd show him. Mommy, do me a favor, will you P Little here's she called. Of course, Susanne, if I can. What is it? Please don't turn the radio on all day tomorrow or tomorrow night, Susanne pleaded. Goodness, that's a strange request! Oh, well, even though I will miss it I suppose we can do without it for awhile. Thank you. Susanne breathed a sight of relief as she went upstairs to dress for a matinee. A movie will do me goodf, she mused. I need something else to think about for a while. Of course, the picture was a love story and as she watched the tender love scenes flash on the screen she pictured Dick and herself as the hero and heroine. When the handsome young star began to sing Maybe It's Because I Love You Too Much, Su- sanne could stand it no longer. Why, that was the very last song Dick had sung to her the day they had driven to New York and back in his long grey roadster. Blinded by tears, she stumbled from 201010111101 101uioioi01oiir TENTOT the theatre allfl. made her way home as rapidly as she could. Surely being alone would be better than making a fool of herself in public! As she Stepped onto the porch of her home, she again heard the opening bars of Maybe Itls Because I Love You Too Much. Was the theme song of the movie still ringing in her ears? But no-it was the radio! Her mother met her at the door. l'm sorry, dear, but your daddy came home and insisted upon hearing the program that came on just before this one. I'll turn it off. now. No, Mommy, leave it on. It really doesn't matter. VVell, what did it matter? The note was just a joke. She'd listen to her song once more probably for the last time. As she sank into a comfortable arm chair, she turned on just a little more volume, and sat back to listen to the beautifully played selection. Suddenly a voice - Dick's voice - broke in upon her reveries. Why- VVhat?- Oh, the radio. But what was he saying? Susanne, my darling, no matter where you are, or whom you're with, I'll always love youll' And then Dick's rich mellow, baritone swung into the tantalizing strains of Susanne's love song- Maybe it's because I love you too much, Maybe that is why you love me so little, Maybe when I answered- Susanne sat and listened-just lis- tened. Suddenly, she sprang from her chairg snatched a jacket and tumbled out on the porch at break-neck speed! She hailed a taxi, jumped inside, and breathlessly gave the address, Radio Station JDK, New York, to the driver. As she sped on her way, she was re- joicing I'm on my way to Dick. I know I was all wrong, but what do I care? just at that moment, her cab gave a fearful lurch and Susanne was thrown heavily against the side. In a flash, she recovered her balance and was out of the cab. Who was driv- ing that car ? she demanded angrily, as she caught sight of a grey road- ster. I was, came the answer. She swung around and found her- self in Dick's arms. Susanne dearest, I'm terribly sorry for the accident. I'm not,'l confessed the blushing Susanne. And as she shyly slipped her arms around Dick's neck, to the delight of the crowd, Dick's strong, young voice once more rang out, pleading- Hold me, honey, won't you hold me- Hold me, never let me go. Donnie: What's that in your pocket? Jimmie tin whisperj : Dynamite. I'm waiting for Vernon Stoker. Every time he meets me he slaps me on the ioioioioioioinioiemmx it :serif A VOICE FROM THE PAST John Stanton, experienced confi- dence man, walked moodily into the restaurant, sat down, and gave the waiter his order. He had had what was for him an extraordinary run of had luck. Hence the extreme gloom- iness. While he was waiting, a red-headed young man dressed in a cowboy out- fit walked in and sat down at his table. John, having given him a pass- ing glance, was about to turn away when he saw a large diamond glit- tering on his finger. Instantly his interest was awakend. Hello, he said. The cowboy looked up. VVhy hello yourself, he replied. I'm john Stanton. Call me Tom Durant. You're from the West? Yeah. Paw and Frank-he's my brother-and me have been raising cattle and when we sold 'em here I came along. I bought this here ring to give to Kate. We're going to be married in june. I don't like to say it, but she won't like that ring. Oh! the cowboy was somewhat stunned. But why won't she like it ? It's too largeg it's vulgar. You ought to have a much smaller one. But what will I do? I have to go back early tomorrow. The cowboy n it u was genuinely distressed. Ah. I have it. I have the very ring you want in my apartment. You give me your ring and I'll give you the other and pay you the difference. Oh, say, I don't'like to trouble youf' No trouble at all. Glad to be able to help you. They walked down the street to Jake's apartment, entered, and the ex- change was affected. As soon as the cowboy left, Jake executed a silent dance of joy. Just to think, he said to himself, five hundred dollars and a piece of glass for a diamond that's worth a cool thousand. It's worth it even if it did take my last cent. Early the next morning Jake rushed down to Isaac Fellerman, the pawn- broker. Hello, he cried as he entered the shop. How's business? Businessl Phooey! Yesterday I make one sale of a phoney diamond and a cowboy suit to a red headed sailor who swiped my ties. Which all goes to prove Robert Burns' saying: The best laid schemes of mice and men Gang aft agley. chest and breaks my pipe. Next time he does it, he'll blow his hand off.