Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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WAS REVENGE SWEET? V'RG'NZ,l.ZZ?'fEF.'2BERGE ANNE waved fhe hair brush dramafically. l'r's a down- righf iniusfice, she said as she broughf if down on Jean's bureau. lf cerfainly is. assenfed Jean decidedly wifh a mournful look af fhe much abused bureau fop. Doris puf a sympafhefic arm around fhe fearful Barbara. Never mind. Bobby, she comforfed, you won'f be expelled. Of course nof. agreed Phyllis. She'll probably send for your fafher, buf she won'f expel you. The five girls were assembled in Jean's room af Miss Applega'l'e's Academy for Young Ladies, discussing fhaf person's freachery. iniusfice. and fyranny. She had commiffed 'rhe unforgivable crime of faking info cusfody one of fheir comrades and fhey swore vengeance. Bobby had venfured ouf of bounds affer dark wifh a friend named Charles and had convenienfly forgoffen fo ask permission. She had refurned immediafely. buf Miss Applegafe firmly refused fo forgive her on fhose grounds: and so she was confined fo 'rhe schlool all 'fhrough 'rhe Chrisfmas l-lolidays. The five chums were fhe only girls fhaf had nof gone home. and fhey had expecfed fo have a fine fling . lf would have been differenf if you hadn'f come back righf away. raged Anne. Yes. and if you hadn'f known Charles so long. she added. Silence reigned as fhe indignanf girls reflecfed on Their principal's ulnxfalir accusafion. Le'r's go fo fhe fown for some sodas. suggesfed P is. Y All right cheerfully assenfed fhe penniless Anne' wifh a sweef look af Jean, Le'rs. Sodas have gone up. Jean responded gloomily. Doris adjusfed Jean's brown beref on her own head and sallied ouf of 'rhe room. Jean gof a fleefing glimpse of brown and orange, and was off wifh a yell. An hour lafer found four safisfied girls leaving Clark's drug sfore and saunfering down Main Sfreef. Their anger had nof been cooled wifh fheir fhroafs, and fhey were racking fheir very wicked and very young brains for some form of revenge. Jean's roving eyes suddenly caughf fhe dingy window of an anfique shop. Doris saw fhe china fhe same momenf Jean did! A sef of dishes. besprinkled wifh pink roses and purple bufferflies. fhe exacf duplicafe THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Nine

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DUNCE l2.'2'.iEEH'.TiE'T NKY spifballs whizzed fhrough fhe sfill school- :---Z' room. smearing across fhe clean paper upon In which fhe feacher was wrifing. Wifh a glinf of 3':': baffle in her eyes, she glared af fhe young heads which were benf so indusfriously over fheir books. Her suspicious gaze resfed on a fall. lanky boy of fourfeen, whose feafures seemed ouf of proporfion fo his face. If was unforfunafe fhaf his large nose lcommon feafure of boy adolescencel should also be red. Buf now, under fhe piercing gaze of fhe harassed feacher. his face slowly began fo mafch his nose in hue. I-le . had involunfarily given himself away. ln a defermined voice she commanded, Red-nose. come here! ' The unhappy boy was abouf fo gef up when all fhe rebellion of his youfh came 'ro fhe fore. I-le slouched over his arifhmefic. ' The exasperafed feacher, becoming more and more exasperafed as fhe fime wore on said: John Parks. you know whom I mean: come here ins+anfly1 Wifh fhaf, John Parks unfolded fo fhe remarkable heighf of six feef. He advanced. wifh rebellion simmering in his soul. The squaf, defermined feacher grasped 'af fhe firsf punishmenf 'rhoughf of by her and by her predecessors. She grabbed from fhe closef a fall fool's cap. bearing fhe screaming black leffers-Dunce. Then she collared fhe culprif. fo place him on a sfool in disgrace before his fellows. 1 V ' Buf Johnny had ofher fhoughfs. l-le snafched fhe dunce cap. and iammed if upon fhe asfonished feacher's head. Then grasping fhaf worfhy person around fhe bulging waisf, he placed her upon fhe sfool infended for him.' This done, he snafched his haf from fhe hook and precipifafed himself fhrough fhe door. THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Eighf

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oT Miss AppIegaTe's prize seT! China was Miss ApplegaTe's one weakness. She was as enThusiasTic abouT The Willow paTTern as a bride abouT her Trousseau. and was con- sidered a connoisseur. Now This was well known To her pupils and The whole school was aware oT The anTicipaTed visiT To be paid Miss Apple- gaTe by an experT who was To esTimaTe The inTrinsic value oT The rose and buTTerTIy seT. LeT's see how much They're worTh. said Jean. NoT ThaT I really care. she apologized. buT, well iusT IeT's. As no obiecTions were raised, The Tour girls Tiled inTo The shop. A bleary-eyed old man inquired in a Thin piping voice whaT The young ladies wished. Doris spoke. Uh-we'd like To price The china in The window. WaII-I I Tell you: I could charge mebbe TwenTy dollars apiece. cuz iT's a mighTy Tine imiTaTion oT a seT easily worTh more Than ThaT. BuT bein' ThaT you look like nice young ladies, I'II sell iT To you Tor TiTTy cenTs a iecel p FiTTy cenTs apiece? gasped Doris. I don'T see how- WalI-l. resumed The man, you see The old lady up aT The school has The real seT. and iT don'T do people much good To buy. cuz every- body knows ThaT hers is The only real seT. Doris looked aT Jean and Turned To go ouT. Jean said. I am noT sure. buT I Think we'll be back To buy The china: we've goT To Think iT over irsT. When They were once more in The sTreeT Phyllis said. Jean. whaT-4 LisTen. inTerrupTed Jean. ThaT china is a good enough imiTaTion To Tool us who have seen iT nearly every day Tor years. Now. Doris keep sTiII! IT we could buy This seT and puT iT in The case insTead oT The real one. The nighT beTore ThaT experT comes. he would say ThaT iT was OT no value. and our revenge would be compleTe. She'd be so humiIiaTed. Jean you're Terrible-- began Phyllis. BuT Doris inTerrupTed her. IT's a good idea. Jean. buT iusT Think. iT's worTh nearly Two hundred dollars. We shou'Idn'T aTTempT anyThing so serious. BuT don'T you see? She would have iT valued again. and Then we'd swiTch The seT again andeveryThing would be all righT. We'd iusT give her a IiTTIe scare. explained Jean. Yes. said Anne. I see your poinT. and I Think iT's swell. g Jean shoT an approving glance aT Anne and Turned To Doris who said. I don'T like iT. buT iT you are sure-- OT course we're sure. snapped Anne. Come on. we've goT To THE BLUE AND GOLD . Page Ten