Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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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

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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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CONFESSIONS OF A CUMNOCK GIRL By O. Winchcrum O'Hill It was spring. I was young, vibrant, alive with gloriousness of life. It was then that my parents decided to send me to Cumnock. Little did they know then of what was to happen to me. Ah, how gay I was, how bubbling, how innocent. And I had so many new clothes. There were the thrilling days ahead, the buying of the tickets, the tearful farewells, the train trip, and then, one beautiful morning, I stood in the hall of Cumnock -just a mere girl on the threshold of life. Soon I was inducted into the dormitory. They were kind to me, but I know now that they must have smiled at my innocent naivete. How little I knew, how much I was to learn there! My roommate's name was Ermin- trude. She was very sophisticated. She laughed at my childish ways, and promised to show me life as it is. My, it was so wonderful. How blind I was! How little did I realize then the pitfalls ahead of mel Then I met him one morning in my English class. The class blurred into nothing as I became aware of the swarthy boy whose soulful eyes drank in my angelic beauty. It was love at first sight. We were introduced by a mutual friend. He asked me to go to the mixer. It was all so new, so different, so thrilling. We danced together, our souls merging in a glorious paroxysm of platonic love. For a few short weeks we were happy, then one morning I overheard the other girls talking about us. Poor kid, they said, little does she dream that she is his tenth love. Even as poor Desdemona succumbed to his Latin charms last semes- ter, so will she, said another. Furious, I swept into the room, demanding retractions. But they were not forthcoming. Kindly, they told me the bitter, bitter truth. l was crushed. But slowly my torn heart mended, the wound within me healed. Then I met the Cumnock splash. He was the campus hero. Mighty, strong, manly, and powerful-his quick wit made him the idol of the campus. He took me in his strong arms and showed me the raw love of the athlete. We whizzed about from party to party in his snappy Dusen- lContinued on page l29I IZ6