Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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THE LAWRENCIAN 9 where she expected Buddy would be playing. A glance from the elevated porch showed the sand box, the teeter board, where he might stand and balance himself above the pivot, the swing and the slide were all vacant. Immediately she conceived her twin must have gone off to the woods by himself. Not a sound broke the silence of that fine early morning. The sun shown down with mild warm rays on the bare legs and arms already tanned from past exposure, and a slight breeze stirred the large maple leaves of the noble trees that afforded such shade on the sweltering hot days of July, yet to come. Slowly, without observing her footsteps, she descended the steps and made her way toward the swing under the huge maple tree. Aimlessly she grasped the ropes and lifted herself, with sturdy little arms, onto the seat. As she swung back and forth. Buddy emerged from the garage, where he had been at work in his workshop with his Daddy's tools. Unseen by the dreaming eyes of Marion he sneaked up behind her. With his head but a fewr inches from her ear he screamed: “Look out for the falling bricks!” Marion ducked her head, dropped off the swung and stood in a crouched position. Buddy hopped onto the swing and in a nonchalant manner sat staring stupidly at space. “Buddy Mitchell, how dare you try to scare me?” Marion cried when she discovered his ruse. “Try?” he asked. “Yes, try,” she answered. Smack! ! ! a resounding slap in the face nearly knocked him off the swing. “Say, what’s the matter with you?” he asked, not appearing to notice the smack that made one side of his face more colorful than the other. “Oh, the same thing again.” Marion answered, all the hostility having fled from her heart. “Mother promised me I could bake a cake today and now she------” “Yes, I know,” Buddy interrupted, “She said, ‘Some other time dear didn’t she?” he asked. “Yes.” “Oh pshaw, what’s there to baking a cake? Why Daddy promised to fix my electric motor and he said the same thing to me.” “Oh nothing to baking a cake, huh?” Marion queried, “perhaps you’d care to try?” “Try? Why it’s nothing, I know- how, I don’t need to try, why I always see mother put some batter in a pan and light the oven and in a little while she takes it out.” “All right,” Marion answered, “Suppose we go right in, I’ll watch you make a cake and I can imagine what a cake that’ll be.” “Oh—er—a—will, that is—” Buddy stammered, all of his youthful boastfulness gone, “Perhaps the maid wouldn’t like it if we dirty all the pots and pans.” “Oh you don’t have to wrorry, this is her day out.” “Oh,” exclaimed Buddy, his last strawr of hope gone. “What do you mean? Oh, come on, fraidy-cat, you’re the one that’s going to be a great cook? Don’t make me laugh!” Into the kitchen they both marched. Out came the flour tin, the mixing bowl, baking pans and butter and eggs. First, flour enough for

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8 •THE LAWRENCIAN “Leo Trachman. “Are you married?0 “No.” “Were you a striker? “Yes, I vass.” “Did you know the murdered man? “Yes. “Was he a friend of yours? “Yes, he vass. “Where were you when the murder was committed? “A block avay. Talking to a friend. “Why is it the friend did not see the crime? “His back was turned. “What did you see. A thrill of expectation ran through the courtroom. “I saw Schmidt come oudt of der courthouse. He saw Blennerman, and shtabbed him three times. Der knife was aboudt 8 inches long, like one dot is used to skin a rabbit. Der handle vass decorated with carving. I saw Schmidt with a knife like dot many times. The Attorney for Defense suddenly pointed to the big clock on the opposite wall of the small courtroom and shouted, “What time is it? Quick! The little fat Dutchman stared vaguely at the other wall and mumbled huskily, haltingly, “Vere—is—der—clock? There was a sepulchral silence. Then a roar of laughter. The judge said sternly, “Case dismissed. We will hold the witness on criminal charges. ---------o-------- Some Other Time Dear by W. E. DONOVAN Marion Mitchell, although but nine years of age, had all the hopes in the world of soon becoming a fully capable housewife. One morning she came running down the stairs to the front door where she came upon her mother readjusting a stubborn lock of hair and powdering her nose. “Mother, she asked. “Where are you going? “Out, answered her mother abrptly. “But Mother, dear, you know you promised me you would teach me how to bake a cake today. “I know Marion, but I simply must attend this social meeting if I’m to retain my reputation. “Oh, but Mother, answered the disappointed child, “When will you teach me how? “Some other time dear, some other time. Marion fitchited, “That’s all I ever hear, she mumbled, but her mother’s unheeding ear brought no answer to her remark. The door shut with a “bang and her mother was gone. Marion, with tears in her eyes, turned and started for the back yard

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10 THE LAWRENCIAN three cakes was placed in the mixing bowl, a quarter of a pound of butter, also five eggs with the shells, a whole pound of sugar and a quart of milk. It seemed to mix too slowly so after crushing the shells they placed the electric eggbeater in it. In a moment they had a frothy yellow appearing batter. It didn’t appear pretty enough so they added coloring. They found some baking powder. They added that together with two or three yeast cakes. “It doesn’t smell as good as some of the things mother cooks,” exclaimed Buddy. So they hunted up some spices. Cinnamon, pepper, cloves, and all-spice, together with a can of molasses also found in the search, was added to the red colored batter. The mixture now turned to a dark brown color from the molasses. The batter quite thick, was poured into a greased pan. Marion, noticing the eggshells, suggested they strain it through the flour sifter. The batter now, with an odor not likely ever to be found in any kitchen, was placed in the already heated oven. The two children, now that the task of mixing the batter was over, decided to clean up. Buddy appearing to be cut in several places had a job washing the red coloring from his hands and face. Marion, who had not been as sloppy in handling the things, began to wash the dishes they had used. One half hour later, with the kitchen spic and span as ever, they decided to sit down and rest. “Mother ought to be home soon,” Buddy said. “Yes, and wait until she sees the Cake,” Marion answered with a sparkle in her eyes. “Suppose we take a look at it?” suggested Buddy. “You look,” Marion answered, “I’d rather not be disappointed just yet.” “All right,” he ejaculated, “maybe we’ll be surprised instead.” lie opened the door. After peering a moment he looked at Marion with an amazed look on his face. “Holy Smoke!” he cried, “look at it!” Marion hurried to his side. The cake had risen to about eleven inches in heighth. The batter, originally about three inches in the pan had risen extremely high from the presence of so much flour and yeast. “Gosh it must be done,” Buddy exclaimed. “No, it isn’t done until the top has browned,” Marion answered. They shut the oven door. A bowl, confectionery sugar and the red coloring was again brought out. With sugar and coloring in the bowl they slowly added water until a delightfully colored frosting was made. This time they removed the cake. After placing the queer cake on one of their mother’s best serving plates they proceeded to put the frosting on it. Being such a large cake they had to mix more frosting several times so that when they had finished it was of several shades of red. Again the dishes had to be washed and the kitchen straightened up. They had no sooner finished cleaning the place than they heard the key being noisily inserted in the lock. The door opened and their mother and father confronted them. “Hello Buddy,” his father said. ” ’Lo.” “Did you set the table as I asked you Marion, dear?” her mother