Maumee Valley Country Day High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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RUFUS REMINISCES Rufus is getting old. His round beady eyes have become dimmed, his ears which were once soft, perky, and round are now li1np and tattered. I-Ie no longer has a plump solid tummy on which to rest his paws when napping. Rufus lives on Stuiifedpet Street. Only those persons who love to fondle supple, fuzzy, and in most cases, antiquated figures representing animals can realize where this street is. Papa Rufus lives in a little stucco house with his three cubs, Muff, Puff, and Ruff, who are just what their names suggest with a pinch of fun added. One day Rufus was sitting in his rocking chair out in the garden, pulfing on his pipe and snapping at the mosquitoes, his three cubs sprawled at his feet. Muff, Puff, and Ruff wanted to hear a story. They loved most to hear their Papa Rufus tell of the times when he was the mascot of the senior class at Maumee Valley Country Day School for Boys and Girls on Reynolds Road near Maumee, Ohio. Rufus had told them about his rides on the big orange bus and of his sliding off the seat at the driver's slightest pressure on the brake. He used to be carried by his arms, legs, ears and also piggy-back. fThis was infinitely the most pleasant, he would tell them.j There were those sad days when he was left to himself in a dark locker through which he could hear the shuffle of feet, voices and laughter, banging of locker doors-really deafening- and sometimes a noisy buzzing. These tales they had often heard, but today the three cubs, Muff, Puff and Ruff, wanted to hear what had happened to the nine senior girls. This is the way Rufus told his story: So you want to know what became of these girls. Careful, Ruff, I almost rocked on your paw. NVell, now, that is a pretty large order because a lot has happened in ten years and I don't see them much. any more, but I will tell you as much as I know. One girl now lives in a world of suspense, bright lights casting weird shadows, gleaming instruments lying in neat rows, white swathed figures, odor- iferous atmosphere, and oxygen tanks. Back in 1942 this quiet unassuming and good natured girl was a hard worker and had ambitions. Maybe her consideration for others led Ther to her career. How was she to know when she fussed because of a long biology assignment that she would one day be holding the thread of life in her control? Her offices are located in A the center of a swiftly moving city-New York. Two weeks ago when I was in this city to get a new glass eye at Schwartz's Toy Shop, I happened by her building and decided to drop in to see her. Now can you imagine my surprise to discover it impossible to get to her offices? The ground floor was jammed with people. I finally managed to grab the sleeve of a clerk also buffeted by the crowd, and to ask him what the attraction was. '-I Ll. 371' ff. , 17 ' . '17 Pr ' A . .1 UI 'Oh,' he said in a bored tone. '-This is one of Dr. Bancroft's busy days.' Muff, would you like to get me a glass of water from the pantry? That's a good cub. Never mind the ice and hurry back. Wiel1, speaking of water makes me think of a day that I spent on the lake last summer. A friend and I were sailing along at a pretty good clip, enjoying the sunlight and ducking as the boom swung from side to side. Suddenly we heard a splashing off the port side. I was stirred from my concentration of the sky's blue depths, and what did I see speeding by us but another sail-boat manned by a slight figure with flying dark tresses and dressed in white. I asked my friend whether he knew this remarkable sailor. He proceeded to tell me 20