Lockport High School - Forum Yearbook (Lockport, NY)

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HI, SILVER LAKE LORAINE E. STEADMAN, '34 lCharacters: Mrs. Smith, middle aged 'ZQ'0111l'l1I. Bob, her son, about twenty years old. Mary, her .seventeen year old daughter. Ruth, lllary's friend. Young man. Lady. Scene: Small living room and dining room rombined. The table is set for lunch. lllrs. Smith is seated at a small table, seiving. Enter Bob.1 BOB-Hello Mom! Gee, I'm hungry. Got anything good for lunch? Cthrows hat on a chairj MRS.-VVell, son, wait and see. BOB-fdrainaticallyl Wait l Wait l You don't mean to say I've got to wait when I'm hungry enough to eat a bear. MRS.-fplacidlyj Mary hasn't come home yet. BOB-VVhere is she? fsannters aim- lessly about the room Q MRS.-She went over to Mrs. Bab- bett's to take care of the children while Mrs. Babbett went to Buffalo. She's coming home to lunch. BOB-Well, if she doesn't hurry up, she'll have a brother dead from starva- tion. fpicks up a piece of paper from a small tablej What's all this figuring about? MRs.-Oh, that's Mary's. She was figuring up our finances, trying to find S10 to go to Silver Lake with. You know her bunch are going, and she can go easily for S10. But I told her I just couldn't find even five extra dollars. fsighsj Poor girl. She loves it there so much. This will be the first time in four years that she will not have gone. BOB-Too bad. Now if I could get a better- Oh I don't suppose I should wish for a better job. I ought to be thankful I've got one. just today Ted and Jim were let off indefinitely. MRS.-Bob! You don't think you'll be let off, do you? THE FOR VM BOB-No telling, Mom. Oh here's Mary. MARY-K enter Maryj Hello every- body! Been waiting for me? Bon-I'll say we have and I'm dead. MARY-Good! Then you won't be able to eat and I can have your share of the tomato bisque. Bon-Like ducks you can! fllflrs. Smith all the time has been putting dishes on the table.j MRs.-- Come, children. Lunch is ready. fall sit down at tablej MRS.-VVhy were you so late, Mary? MARY-I stopped at Louise's house. I forgot it was lunch time. She has two new dresses, for Silver Lake, you know. She finds more excuses to get new clothes than I could in five years. Bos-Huh! If you had the dough her father has, you'd be able to have a new dress every day in the year. MRS.-Well children, we should be thankful we have a home and that Bob has a position. Bos-VVhat's so wonderful about Silver Lake, Sis? MARY-Oh, Bob, it's just lovely. Sil- ver Lake is beautiful. It is an oval shape and usually very, very blue. And rolling hills in the- Borz-fmockinglyj And the beautiful blue sky over head, with here and there a fleecy cloud. And angels playing their harps, and- MARY-f laughing Q VVell, it is pretty. BOB-What of that? So are some places along Lake Ontario. MARY--Oh, but it's the Institute, the people you meet, the other Leaguers, you know. And the fun of finding out what other leagues do. BOB-So it's all fun. Well, you can have fun right here at home. Page Twenty-Nine

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pened to me, sir, and I accept on one condition-that when I've finished I can pay back every cent. The lawyer was deeply touched. Spoken like a gentleman-and a Rusk, he said. It was the highest compliment he could pay, and Nate, knowing, was glad. Lv ,j LIMERICKS There was a young fellow named Cleaves Who thought he was all legs and sleeves VV hen he rose to recite Sad was his plight For he shivered and shook in the knees. There was an old quirk from Shanghai. Who had a delightful glass eye, It flirted and rolled But soon lost its hold And fell in her mud-puppy pie. There was a young maiden named Jess, She attended the L. H. S. One day she became bored And in English she snorted, The outcome I'll leave you to guess. There was a young girl named Gin VVho decided to go for a spin, But her brakes didn't work And she hit a young Turk, So now she's repenting her sin. T here was a young girl in our school NVho slipped on an old wooden spool She had quite a fall For she's very tall Now she watches her step as a rule. There is a young girl named Gibbs VVhose jokes will tickle your ribs. She tells them so fast, You'd think they'd not last. There's no one as good as her nibs. There is a young girl named Gough At whom not a person could scoff. So we say to you all If for her you don't fall, Then you must be certainly off. Page Twenty-Eiglzt There is a young fellow named Joe Of whom this much we all know: For Janet he fell He's under her spell, But then he himself's not so slow. There is a young girl named Jane. Now this much is all very plain. She has quite a yen For a fellow named Ken, And about her he's really insane. There is a young artist named Dean A better one no one has seen. She draws such odd pictures She'll mix you in mixtures And make you laugh 'til you're green. There is a young girl named Faatz To school every morning she trots. Did she get far With that boy in the car? We know not but we like her lots. There is a young girl named Dot Whom everyone likes quite a lot No one can deny it She's certainly quiet And noisy she's certainly not. There is a young girl named Jean Although she is very serene She seems to disturb A fellow named Herb He thinks she should go on the screen. THE FORVM

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IXIARY--ff'lZl'IIf7Sflj'l Oh, Bob it is fun. But that isn't all. It's educational, very. You find out how to improve your lea- gue parties. And you learn how to train leaders and speakers. Bos--flcmglringlyj And I suppose it is a great place in which to confess your sins. MARY-VVell, smarty, if you're im- plying that there is no religious atmos- phere there, you're wrong. Certainly nothing is more impressive or sincere than a morning lake side service, or one of the sun set services down by the lake. BOB-f.YC'1'fOllSIj'Q No fooling, Sis. I'm really awfully sorry you can't go. fsawagvlyl If I could only earn more money- IXIARY---Oh, Bob dear. Y0u're doing all you possibly can, now. You're a dear. Don't feel bad for me. I'm a selfish per- son. I guess I can stand it to stay away from there for one year. I've been there four years. friscs and begins to help Mrs. Smith clear the fable. Bob picks up jvafwr and rmdsj Boa-Say, Dansville Bank has been robbed. MARY and Mas.-It has? Bos-Yes, and they think the man who did it is headed in this direction, or hiding about in this locality. Tbere's a description of him here. MARV-Only one man? Bora-Yes, single handed he did it. Covered them all with a gun, and ran out a side door. He got into a car and went. They tore after him as soon as they could but Bradfordls car and all other cars around had their tires punc- tured. Probably by him. They found his car in a vacant road over near Higgins' Crossing. 'l'hat's why they think he's hiding around. Five hundred dollars for him, dead or alive. lX'IARY+fJl1, I'd like to find him. What description of him does the paper give? l'lUB+f1'ClItlI1IgfI'0l1l paflcrl Medium height, dark, good-looking. Was dress- Page Thirty ed in light tan tweed top coat, and tweed suit. I-Iad a boil or cut on his chin.fi0 Illaryj I-Iere's the paper if you want to read it. I've got a date with Peggy to play tennis. So long. farihj IVIARY-efF.l'Cl7lZflllillg paper, dish and dish cloth in lzrzizdl Oli, Mother, I wish I could catch that bandit. MRS.-Mercy! I don't. He might shoot you. BIARY-lifl love that 95500. Kiclcplzom' rings. M ary tI1I.Y'?K'F1'.Y il.j MARY-Yes?. . . Oh, hello Ruth I'm so glad. No, I can't go. . Come Over now. Mother's going out and I'll be here alone.-1All right. Good bye. flllnry stands silent U IILOIIICIIIL. Then says to herself aloudj MARY-I'm going to Silver Lake. I don't know how, but I'm going. SCENE2 KCHILPI' Mrs. Smitlz, dressed fo go out. She speaks to Mary who is in mzotlzcr l'00111.j MRS.-Mary, I'm going now. If you go out be sure to lock the door and put the key under the mat on the porch. MARX'-f!1ffClll'fllg in doorwayj Yes, Mother, but I'm not going out. Ruth is coming over. MRS.--All right, but keep the back door locked. Sometimes I don't like the idea of our house being so far out on the edge of town. MARY1Ol1 Mother, don't worry. Callahan's live quite near. I'll keep it locked up so no one will steal your beau- tiful daughter. MRS.--XVell, good bye. fcwvz'f.l MARY-I'll lock that back door be- fore I forget to do it. fslzc Icrwrs room, to return almost illIll10III'UfC1j'j INIARYN-ff0 Izerselfl I've just got to go to Silver Lake. It seems impossible but where there's a will, there's a way. Let's see-I might be walking along the street and find a S20 bill. I might have an uncle die and leave me a fortune. The THE FORVM