Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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THE RIDER FROM GUMNOCK GULCH By Chenowith von Scrimtummi A bunch of the boys were whooping it up at McDonnell's bar. They were all there, Rusty Robbins, the Cumnock Splash: Ole Doc Spier, Weaver, the bartender, Henry Sorge, who ran the delicatesseng Dead-Eye Huebenerg and the rest of them, when suddenly the swinging doors opened, and a tall figure stood in the door. A hush fell on the room, and instinctively each man reached for his gun, for it was none other than Two-Gun Graham, the terror of Bar 44 ranch. Hullo, thar, Two-Gun, said Slicker Hankey, the faro dealer, trying to keep a calm face as his hand fingered his .45. Nobody move and yuh won't get hurt none, snarled Graham, his eyes taking in everything in the room. Now, Lennox, said judge Macurda, one eye on his shotgun, Behave yourself. Dynamite Carnahan was crawling under the table with Peewee Bone, and Hardrock Hall had snuck out of the back window and was riding for the sheriff. A deadly silence fell over the room with a smash. All except two fellers in the corner, what was talking. One of them was old Dad Cox, the owner of Bar 20056. The other was a furriner-some city slicker. I'm a-lookin fer a feller named AxeIson, yelled Graham, and when I git him I'm going to ventilate him proper-like . . Terrible! shouted Miss Hardison. Take it again and put more life into it. This second act is lousy! l27

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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

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DEATH IN THE DORIVI lContinuedl with accompanying neurotic inhibi- tions, and, in attempting to sublimate her repressions, killed herself because of the subconscious influence of her libido. Sit down, Herbstl snarled lVlar- MOULD MIGHTY MUSSELS BE STRONG, BOYS! IACK BABCOCK CAN PUT 40 INCHES ON YOUR BICEPS IF YOU'LL C-IVE Hllvl A BREAK. FREE! ONE TRIPLE CHEST BUILD- ER TO ALL WHO ENROLL. Today IUST MAIL COUPON lack B. Room 42D, Schofield Institute Dear Coach: I wanna 46-inch chest expansion. Send dope to Name ....... School . . . Country .... IZ8 jorie. She made a leap for Verna, but tripped over Barbara's feet, and sprawled on the carpet. Stand up, Pope! chortled Verna. We finally tied them down. I say, interpolated ludith, can't you johnnies get on with this. l'm done in for fair. Where were you? snapped Maur- ice, his finger leveled at Barbara. She evaded the issue. Do you like beah? she queried. lt makes me buhpI Keep your relatives out of this, copper! screamed Cookie. Somebody call a policeman! Where were YOU, Texas? asked Maurice, after slugging Cookie. Ah was lunnin' mah private les- suns, suh I she purred. Ah think she musta died counta she had sich a powahful lot o' English to do. That ain't so, said Miss Hardi- son in her blunt manner. I think McKeel pumped her full of lead. lose stood in the doorway. The noise subsided. The corpse, announced jose, say please not to make so much noise. She want to sleep some more. 4: gl :Je They're kind to me here. I get lots of nice food. Once in a while when I get those spells, they put me in a padded cell, but otherwise l'm quite happy.