Charles City High School - Ce Ce Hi Yearbook (Charles City, IA)

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simple as it was beautiful. In that moment of - 'ext Q5 ji Koh 1' his 633 X, I darkness, after the curtains were drawn and be- dj f W- ,V X fore the lights went on, the Cock was lost in Z-'Ag brit dip? ffg contemplation of the picturesque scenes which if 'if if X had just been enacted from One Night in T I., in ii I v l i 'C' i Lg, 1 , L, 2 1, 1 Bclhlehem. x W fx? l VVhen the curtains reopened, the Cock was N Xml, LX - X3 Q 1, Cn I , h 'f ,. A 'J amazed and filled with admiration for what he Q! IKQ QS1! saw. There, before his eyes, lay a realistic V ll J Wai Spanish Patio tastefully decorated with hits of pottery and fascinating wrought-iron furniture. The effect was so natural that he was not surprised to see approaching through a door, an elderly woman in a colorful costume of an earlier date. She advanced toward him and exclaimed, VVell, and you're the Greenwood Cockl H After conversing for a few moments with this extraordinary woman, he learned that she was Concha Puerto, the village gossip from the Dramatic Club play, The Wfonzcrz Haw Their Ufay. The Cock had only to ask one or two leading questions, when Concha, perceiving him to be extremely interested X 955' Neve and a good listener, seized the opportunity of telling him R -H1533 all the news of the dramatic achievements of the year. i WHQ' - She started oHi hy giving him a graphic description of the play in which she had taken such an important part. i uc. The Cock ascertained from her lively prattle that the play 1 Zi.. had gone off well, that they had had a very good audi- ' X. - T ence, and that the comparatively inexperienced Dramatic ff. Club had proved themselves completely worthy of the N I important place they strive to maintain in the school activi- Li- ties. She also pointed out that the enterprising stage com- ' mittee had for the first time succeeded in constructing flats instead of using the usual curtains for walls. i I l r - S 1 2 if 5 ,. . ' ' i T ' Ns it s ll r sf ,- QR W i r 3 V ' 1-S- ' . gi pq - ,jif,.l' i i . If .L ' X L wg W Xt-si, ,f ,kfsaae 1 p I, A 6 ggi: ,tt Mllmlllilllllll is f iiiiiiirmnniiriff A 14 ' ' i i .2 ' ll 1' i Y I' it Q2 -r ii inning yWllllllllllIillllWlll.illllllllillllll!i time ,Mi hmuu-:l:.nv,. wmnmfumuiunmmls-I hmlmirn:-'ivpgqggmqflggayi-,4 i.,. NMR Page Set-'mmm

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. 1- -' if P900 1? did he feel himself in strange surroundings but he was dazzled by a Ng blinding light. He strained his mind in an effort to place himself. Suddenly he remembered. He had fallen asleep on the corner of the stage, exhausted after cheering a Greenwood victory in basketball. When his eyes became accustomed to the glare, he perceived that the velvet curtains had been opened and that the blinding light was none other than the Greenwood spot- light. While still acclimatizing himself, he noticed that the spotlight was dimming and that numerous spotlights, hitherto unnoticed, had been extinguished, leaving in distinct relief against a luminous background two figures, that of a mother and her son. The stillness was broken by the eager young voice of the child, questioning his mother and being answered in mellow tones. Suddenly the Cock realized that he was listening to the age-old story of the Nativity told in a language which was as DRAMA i i HE Greenwood Cock awoke with a definite feeling of alarm. Not only I . I I P. it aifffffffffm he 2 74.7 0 f - '. l':'f1i' 2 f' is fi Q 4 , Q jp.. Q 'fa' . B , I .' , I -xv? , E fs... 3 g L8 W I l X' V. 'N LW V,s,, ,, . lLRg9vv4'Y-1 I ii ' . t, Page Sf.1'ft'L'l1

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lHf E U Tiff However, Concha was not satisfied with telling him of only one play, she forced him to acknowledge that he knew nothing of the numerous Monday morning as- semblies, and to admit that he wanted to hear about them. He was, in fact, charmed to listen, for Concha talked in a delightfully witty fashion, giving him all the amusing details of each play. She made him acquainted with the Miles Standish assembly, produced after the Greenwood custom at Thanksgiving, which, she said, improved every year. She became very enthusiastic over the play written and presented by Class V about the Sermon of Strasbourg. It was a combination of French and English, although most of the verve and spriteliness were strictly French! The setting was the town market-place where a tired American tourist and his bubbling wife ran into shopping difficulties because of their ignorance of the French language. The weary husband drowsed on a park bench and in a dream saw the original presentation of the Sermon of Strasbourg by Charles the Bald and Ludwig the German to Lothar. She then told him of the dramatization of an original Robin Hood ballad, by Class III, given in connection with their English course. The Cock, being very much inter- ested in this unique idea of bringing the different courses to life and making them more vivid in this way, begged her to tell him all the details, which she really did. She passed from that on to the difficulties of a pantomime assembly, given by Classes III and IV, with not one word spoken. She explained all the preliminaries of this sort of pantomine, the more complicated ones being actual plays without words, written by Class IV in their Drama periods. Concha tentatively suggested that she must be tiring him, but the Cock staunchly refused to let her go. She then informed him that Class V had given that delightful fantasy by Yeats, The Land of Heart? Desire. It was the second time the school had given the play in several years. How- ever, Class V's performance did great justice to the delicate and whimsical poetry. In spite of the fact that Concha's account of the play had been so entrancing, the Cock felt himself overcome by sleep. When the loquacious Concha saw him vainly endeavor to stifle a yawn, she realized that he was exhausted. The Cock thanked her profusely and made up his mind never to miss a Greenwood play in the future, and felt chagrined over having neglected them for so long. He spread his wings and flew toward what he thought was the blue haze of dawn, but was stopped by a resisting force, with a rather unpleasant abruptness. His humiliation was augmented by hearing a loud laugh behind him. You silly bird, that isn't space. Page Eighteen