Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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HENSEL'S HURRIBLE STURIE The Magazine Withoiut Purpose! VOL. 0, NO. 0 XXXX IUNE, 1935 BILL OF FARE Death in the Dorm ......................................................................... ..,.,,.... 1 26Z Death .Stalks the Curnnoclq Dormitory, But Macurda Wins! Confessions of a Cumnock Glrl .........,...............,,,.........,,,,.,,. ,,,.,..,, An Innocent Maid on the Threshold Of a Dangerous Career .247 The Rider From Cumnock Gulch ,,,.,,...,.,,,,.........,...,,,,,., ....,.,.,. 6 58 Federal Agent Axelson Gets His Man After a Daring Battle An Interview With Joria Glenkins ..,,.,..............,....... .,.,,,,,,, 4 21 Special Screen and Stage Feature In This Issue Only FEATURES The Cumnock Fiends' Club .,......................................... .......... 2 99 join This Interesting Organization. Advice to the Lovelorn ..............................................,.... ....,...A. 4 02 'Your Problem Answered. This crazy magazine is not copyrighted, so go ahead and copy all you want we clon't care. 24

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DEATH IN THE DORM By Darcy McNutt Drip! Drip! Great crimson pools of blood oozed on to the gray carpet of the little room. Drip! Drip! The grotesquely sprawled figure draped over the desk was still warm, but life had left scarcely an hour before. Foot- steps echoed in the dimly-lit halls of the dormitory. The measured tread grew in volume as the approaching person reached the door of the room of horror, knocked, then opened the door. Then a scream . . . voices. . . lights . . . telephones . . . There's been a murder over in the girls' dorm, stated Maurice Ma- curda, the celebrated criminologist. He fitted a cigarette into a long amber tube and seemed wholly absorbed in the process, which he performed with great care. Oh yeah? I replied, rather tritely. You are so incredibly naive, chided the detective. He arose from the satin divan and exchanged his silk lounging robe for a tweed coat. Let's stroll over and look at the clues. lose, a huge and sinister Mongolian, glowered darkly as he showed us to the cold, cold drawing room lit was after twelve and the heat was off! where the disheveled group of suspects was gathered. Mrs. Hovey ap- proached us, her face ashen. lt's moider! she hissed. They were all upset. Miss Hardison had the jitters and was chewing her fingernails, completely unpoised. Who-whom-who- Maurice looked to see if Mrs. Woody was around. Who? Maryanna! muttered Elinor McKeel through her bridgework. Absurd! Impossible! snapped Maurice, shifting his eagle eyes upon a silent red head. lHe had a weakness for red heads.i What do YOU know about this? She can't speak English , volunteered Lois. Nope, not a single word, affirmed Gloria. The motive is obvious, thundered a massive voice. It was the cele- brated psychologist, Verna. Gardner developed an acute Electra complex lContinued on page I28I l25