Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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ITHE following piece of litacher is lovingly dedicated to our high- brow readers, if any.l FRIED IN GREECE By Carol Hover , Place: Greece lLook at the title, yuh nitwit.l Scene: A grove ltrees to youl. Characters: Daughter, just elected Miss Greece of l92I, B.C. Mama, who is all a-flutter. Zeus, the old reprobate! Hermes, a stooge. Daughter: Oh mama, mama, aint it great, or is it just a streak of Fate That I've been chosen Greece's cutie? I must try not to be snooty. Mama: You're not only Greece's cutie, but you are my pride and beauty. But oh, if Zeus should hear about you, and think that he can't do with- out you! Daughter: Oh but mamma, I won't go. Mama: When he comes, I'll tell him so. Daughter: What's that? A wind comes through the trees. It's so cold it shakes my knees. IKnees rattlel Mama: l hope it's not that wic-ked god. Don't you speak: don't even nod. Daughter: Mamma, mamma, it is Hermes. Thought he'd been eaten up by wormies. Mama: He stops. My man, pray say your piece. Or better, ere you've started, cease. Hermes: I bear a message from my master. No one else could bring it faster. Mama lOpens message. It turns out to be Western Union Form I I75l. It says Olympus needs you now. Baby, come and take a bow. Daughter: I will never be his moll: he shall not be my downfall! Hermes: An hour and l'Il come back to you for your answer. Tootle-oo. Daughter: Mother, I shall never leave you. It would break my heart to grieve you. Mama: An hour we have to make our mind up. 'Tis the last, the final wind-up. Daughter: Let us think. Let us think. Let us find the missing link. I37

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THE CALL OF SPRING By I, Dowanna Came the dawn. The plaintive note of a lark calling his mate was wafted by the gentle, whispering breezes to the bower where Ermintrude -lovely creaturel- stood hesitant upon the mossy banks of a sylvan dell, intoxicated by the rich, joyous beauty of the day. Beneath her dainty feet leapt the babbling brook, tinkling merrily as it surged on to the bosom of the sea. Ah, life-how radiant, how exquisite! Even the tiny flowers, crested with the pearly dew of early morn, seemed to laugh gayly at this child of nature as she inhaled great gulps of invigorating air. Her little feathered friends chanted a gay song of glorious welcome as she moved to the side of a limpid pool of crystal blue nestling between the rocks. Little did she dream that her movements were clandestinely watched as she slipped out of the single, filmy garment that enveloped her divine form. Cuthbert, from his place of concealment in the shade of the trembling trees, gasped as he beheld her milk-white body bathed in the golden warmth of the new-born day. Her graceful body shimmered sensually as she poised timidly above the glassy water, her soft, voluptuous curves vibrant with tremendous life. Cuthbert was tense. Cad! he hissed. Double-jointed! RAY FOC- HORNS D0 YOU ARE You EVER 555 5NAKE5: Lost In Cl Fog? Let Cutler Catch Em' IIMMY RAY HECTIC HERPETOLOCY I SEE -HUEBENER'S- 136

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lShe puts hand to head, but it would take more than that to make her think.l Hermes: lCee, that hour went fastll The time has come for your decision. State your mind with some precision. Daughter: Tell that wicked Romeo that I shall never, never go. Hermes: O.K. me proud beauty, I will go. Here he comes. I told you so. Zeus lswaggering inl : Women, women, pray come hither. Why are you in such a dither? Mama Hooking at him closely. Aha! She recognizes her long lost husbandl Wife deserterl So you're back. Zeus, my eyel I call you jack. Zeus: You! OIympus4Hades-Gee! ls it my loving wife I see? My love, l've searched the world for you, Honest Injun, through, and through. Mama: Speak no more those horrid lies-I see through you and your dis- guise. Zeus: Ah my wife, just hear my story, then share with me my present glory. jack I was, Zeus I am now. As a ruler, I'm a wow. The former Zeus to rule wa'nt fitten. lYou look as young as ever, Kitten.I Mama: And why, I pray, did you call my darling daughter from the hall? Zeus: Aw, I was gonna marry her off to a handsome gentleman up aIof'. Mama: Whom would you have my daughter wed? I'Il know before the banns are said. Zeus: Angel, you may pick the one. Won't that be a lot of fun? Mama: lln stage whisperl Now I'll always have my way. This, I guess, is my heyday. ' Zeus: lAsidel Now I guess she knows who's boss. I'll have no more of HER apple sauce. Daughter: lln a raucous voicel Mother, Father, listen here, your ideas are awfully queer. Things aint what they used to be in Greece in I94O B.C. You can't choose my future spouse, but you CAN buy us a house. If you- IZeus falls prostrate to the left, Mama falls prone to the right. Daughter sings The Last Round-up , and the curtain takes a tumble.I I38