Estee Junior High School - Yearbook (Gloversville, NY)

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F l JUNE, 1935 35 A Poem Called Horses By ESTELLE CITRONBERG Characters: Bob Havens, a youthful garbage col- lector who wishes to become a poet. Mrs.eHavens, his wife. Mrs. Havens works in a glue factory and has high hopes for her husband's fu- ture. She is young and pretty. Aggie Haves, their daughter: a pret- ty, chubby, active little girl with red hair. , Miss Rowans, Aggie's teacher: a stern, severe spinister of about forty-three. Time-Present. . Scene-Town on the suberbs of a large city. In one story, rickety. frame dwelling, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Havens. They are sitting down to supper in a small untidy kitchen. Mrs. Havens fplacidly: Tis the joy of youth budding. fa slam of the outer door is heardl. Aggie enters: she has a short purple satin dress on bedecked with many ruffles and set off by a large red sash. D Aggie: Hi, mom'and pop. Mrs. 'Havensz Why are you late fchews gum very hardl huh? Mr. Havens: I wish you could be more prom-pro- oh! quick. lAggie gigglesl. Aggie: Oh gee, mom, teacher says I gotta bring a present for the grab bag next week, can I, huh? fAggie proceeds to jump up and down saying or rather shouting, Can I, huh? J Mrs. Havens: Shut your mouth Aggie, and sit down and eat your supper. Mr. Havens: You don't know what a beautiful sight it is - a green truck with yellow lettering on it and lots of colored de-deb-de: oh! garbage heaped on it. Mrs. Havens: 'Bob, I'm right proud to hear you talking so, grab bag, som- pin different? Mrs. Havens: Uh-Uh. ' ., , Havens: You know, my dear, I could write a book of poems, Mr. maybe horses, houses, say Aggie, get me some horses, horses, say Aggie, get me some paper while the idea is fresh-houses, paper while the idea is fresh-horses, horse. CA knock is heard at thedoor. Mrs. Havens goes to the door and is heard saying, Oh, hello! and what can I do for you? J ' L' CMiss Rowens, Raggie's school teach- er enters.J - D Miss Rowens Ccoolylz I believe you are,Mrs. Havens, Agnes' mother? . Mrs. Havens: That I am. fShuts door as Miss Rowens steps further into the room. She sees the disorderly kitchen: Mr. Havens sitting in his chair composing poetry: and Aggie chewing on a large dill pickleitaking time out to drink a glass of milk.J I A Mrs. Havens: Bob, we've company: Aggie's school teacher. tChewing.gum very ha.rd.J She come to see us, ai,n't it nice of her? ' i Mr. Havens: Houdee do teacher. Miss Rowens: It's about Agnes I've come to see you fAggie crawls under the table taking her food with her? she has put paste on all the little girls chairs and when I scolded her about it she said-- 1 . Mr. Havens the is making up his poeml: Horses, horses . Miss Rowens fstifflyb: I beg your pardon? Mrs. Havens: Its my husband: he's one of them three poets. Miss Rowens: Oh, I see, well, as I was saying. ' Hr. Havens fonce more reciting!! Horses, horses. fMiss Rowens glares at him and he mildly shrinks back in the corner. Aggie in the meanwhile has fallen asleep under the table.l Miss Rowens: Agnes has been most disobedient. I really think you should make her- Mr. Havens: Heaped high with gleaming garbage. Miss Rowens fdisgusted and angrylz You are all- o Mr. Havens: Horses, horses. Miss Rowens: That the last ? Mr. Havens: Horse in the beauti- ful green field. lMiss Rowens glares at them all and goes out, banging the the door.J Aggie awakened, goes off stage to bed. Mr. Havens settles back in his corner. Mrs. Havens begins clearing the dishes away absently and Mr. Havens is hear to say, as the curtain falls, Horses, horses. A horse I see in a beautiful green field. .......-il-. Why Boys Leave Home By Billy Blanchard C1i.xRA,c'1'1c1is: Joe Scott, Mrs. Scott, Mary. Jack, Bob, Officer. Soi:N1c: A modern home situated on a busy street. Inside the house there is a stove, a big table. and seven or eight chairs. There is a door on each side of the room and two other doors leading intos the bedrooms. CAs the curtain rises we see a boy eating breakfast and his mother hust- ling around cleaning things up. The mother, Mrs. Scott, is speakingl. Mother: Joe, where were you last night until ten o'clock? , . , , Joe: I was down to the Y' to a meeting. . Mother: You're going to the Y too much lately. Why don't you bring your school work home: and study insteadeof running to the Y everynight? l Joe: I can do it in my study periods. Mother: Your last report didn't look as though you could. . If you don't bring your marks up I won't let you go to the Y any more. Joe:-.I can. get it in school all right. fJoe is finished and gets up to get his coat. His mother looks him overl. Mother: Joe, did you A clean your teeth this morning and comb your hair? Joe: Yes, I did everything. fJoe leaves and his brother Jack comes out of the bedrooml. Jack: Mother, where did Joe say he was last night? Mother: He said he was to the Y. M. C. A. Jack: Vlfell, I saw him 'down to that girl's house. What did he say her name was? June, that's it. Well, he says she's teaching him to dance. U K Mother: Wait till he gets home this noon: I'll fix him. - lThe curtain lowers to show a lapse of four hours. When it rises Joe is eating with the rest of the familyl. . Mother: Joe, where did you say you were last night? Joe: I-I was ,down to the Y. Why? Mother: Jack says he saw you com- ing from June's house last night. Joe: Well, I don't like to tell all my business. and besides she's teaching me to dance. I've got to learn some time. tHe turns very red and his sister and brother start kidding him. The next scene is after dinner and all the family have gone except. Joefand his sister, Mary, who are doingthe dishesl. SCENE 2, -. - ' Joe: I'm getting sick of doing dishes. I'm getting to be a regular housewife. Mother makes me dust, and stay with Bob, and do dishes, and what not. I feel like running away. Mary: well, why don't you? Are you afraid? - Joe: Maybe I will. fThe curtain comes down and when it rises we see the family at the table eating but Joe is missingl. T Mother: Where can Joe be? Jack: Maybe he's down at June's house learning how to dance. fBob, the small brother, goes to the door and looks outl. Bob: I don't see him coming: maybe he's playing cowboy and forgot to come home. Mary fstartledlz Oh! but he- Mother: What is it, Mary? Mary: Oh, he couldn't havwthis noon he said he felt like running away and I told him to go ahead. but I never thought he would. He said he was sick of being a housewife and always being told what to do. Mother: Oh! gracious, he probably has. I'll go call the police. They can find him if any one can. fShe goes to the telephone and calls the poilce. The curtain falls and when it rises it is ten o'clock and Mary is speakingl. Mary: I wonder if the police have found him yet. You can't tell where he will go. - - fThe bell rings and Mary goes to the door. The police enter with Joe. The policeman speaksl. Policeman: Here's your son, Mrs. Scott. We found him in Albany. Mother: All right, officer, I'll take care of him. lThe policeman leaves and Mrs. Scott turns to her sonl. A ' Mother: I know why you ran away, Joe, and if you want to, you can go away again. Joe: I don't want to. I was never so cold and hungry in all my life. ' Finis . A .

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34 Esrniz YEAR Book -ti.. X -- 1 x , .. Ranch ' Rhymes L ana' Rumors ,,,i..u. A Lucky Meeting By Helen Gray Leona Jones was slowly pacing up and down the thread bare rug that was lying on the splintered floor in the liv- ing room, when suddenly a frail voice was heard from the bedroom. , Leona dear, please bring me another blanket. It's getting chilly and I guess we haven't any more coal for the fires are low. Leona hastened to the one clothes press and, during the minute or two it took her to get the blanket, it seemed that a. million things ran through her mind. They were out of coal which her mother needed so badly for she had a serious illness and the doctor ordered her to be kept warm. Rent was due in two more days, and she had not paid the kind old doctor, who had come almost every day not complaining about his money, and lastly she was fired from the factory. There was only six dollars and thirty-six cents in her pocketbook to last until she could ob- tain another job. How long could six dollars and thirty-six cents last? Here's the blanket mom. Are you cold? Well, answered her mother, may- be I'll get warm now with this extra blanket. Mrs. Jones was a small woman about forty-two years old. She had light brown hair, slowly graying at the tem- ples from worry, and she was very pale. To Leona she looked paler than ever among the white bedding and it made a lump come to her throat. She fought back the tears that were quickly rush- ing to her eyes. Then she took a book from the table and began to read aloud to her mother until nine o'clock when Mrs. Jones fell into a deep slumber. She softly kissed. the pale forehead and tip-toed out of the room. The next morning Leona went next door and asked Mrs. Murphy to come over while she went in search of a. job. She kept up her vain search for two or three days until, finally becoming discouraged, she stopped by a hat shop to admire the hats and at the same time to brush away a few tears. Suddenly from a short distance she heard a voice say. Why look who's here! If it isn't Leona Jones. Leona turned quickly, facing the speaker. It was Bill Dron, one of her friends she left in her first year high school who had continued on to his third year during the time she left. Bill, she- said, is it really you? Gee, it seems good to see some one I know. Bill grabbed a firm hold of her hand and shook it. Where have you been all this while? ' Almost nowhere in particular, you see- L l'Vait a minute, he broke in, do we have to talk out here? Lets go in this restaurant to have a good talk and eat besides. How about it? All right, said Leona slipping her arm through his. He led her into one of the nicest restaurants in town and ordered a full course dinner for two. Now, he began, lets hear some- thing about yourself, and by the way, how is your mother? A Leona told all about her mother, and about herself. How she hadn't worked steady since she left school, rent was due and there was no pay coming in, and how all the jobs required a high school education. Bill frowned. Gee, tl1at's too bad Leona. I wish I could help you-Oh, say, I have it. I know I can help you. My father still runs the clothing store and I guess he could find a place for you, clerking. I-low about it? That is, until you can get caught up with your bills. Leona almost jumped to her -feet. Oh, Bill, do you really mean it? Oh I'm so happy I could cry. When will I start? Hold on, said Bill, I haven't even asked dad yet, but don't look so dis- appointed, I guess he could use you. The rest of the conversation was about Bill and his schooling. The next day Leona was up bright and early and hurried to dress to meet Bill. Am I late? asked Leona. You're too early, laughed Bill, but come on, you'd better be ready to work, for dad said everything was all right. You see, he realy doesn't need you but he's doing this to help out. Say Leona, wouldn't it be great if you could get enough money raked up to have some one take care of your mother and to finish high school? That's what I was figuring on but the future didn't hold anything bright for me so I gave up the idea. But, can't you try, we'd all be glad to have you back at school and for a few more years a sacrifice wouldn't hurt. Then maybe you'd be able to obtain a better position. Leona sat thinking then said, Bill, you're a great palg I guess if it wasn't for you I'd give up. I'm going through with it. I'm going to work for your father as long as I can and I'm going to iinish school-I was foolish to quit when I did, but I guess it was compul- sory and I'm, sure mother would be happy to have me continue school. Bill, you've made a new girl of me and I don't know how to thank you, from now on I'm going to have more courage to begin and won't let myself fail like 'I almost have. Today I'm going to begin a new life-I see now that an education really does pay. ' The End HELEN GRAY

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F w 36 U Esma YEAR BooK Estee Library Club Estee Junior Citizens Forum Estee Band Estee Orchestra W w L I s l 5 GR-ADUATING GLASS Continued from Page 19 Robert King Soft Ball, Estee Echo, Red Cross, Room Manager, Reporter. Robert Lake Drum and Bugle Corps, Traific Officer. Anthony LaMantia Football, Baseball, Soft Ball, Sec- retary, Red Cross, Basketball. June Lehman Outstanding Pupil, Red Cross, Re- search Club, Honor Roll. Annie Lorey Red Cross. Carlton Luizzi Drum and Bugle' Corps, Band, Soft Ball, Penmanship Button, Model Air- plane Club, Organization Reporter for January Year Book. William Luss Red Cross, Library Club, Cheer Leader, Room Vice-President, Traffic Officer, Hall Duty, Room Manager, Honor Roll. Amelia Martorelli Orchestra, Penmanship Button. John Maryanapolis Honor Roll, Red Cross. Alfred Matulak- Tulip Soft Ball, Red Cross. Richard Mullins Soft Ball, Boy Scout. Doris Noyes Choir, 9A Girls' Ensemble, Red Cross Member, Hall Duty, Traffic Oificer, Estee Letter, Ensemble Prize, Penmanship Button. Barton Olson Basketball, Scout, 9A Class Officer, Vice-President of Home Room. John Pecorino Soft Ball, Red Cross, Book Plate Estee Library, Attendance Reporter, President of Room. . ' Continued on Page 39