Mitchell High School - Warbler Yearbook (Mitchell, SD)

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IT NEVER RAINSH CAST lvlalif-l lingers srss .A , ,........... .,.,... . J a y ne Culver Savannali , ,A,,,,,,AA,,.... Lucille Welsll Ilenry Rogers .,.., ,. Donald Fort Jimmy Rogers ,, ,, ,77.... Val Diehl Norleen Sears ...,o . Jeanne Gapp Clara Donovan leee, Edith Obele Walter Donovan ,ee,e Dale Andersen Dorothy Donovan ....,, Harriet Aplin Dane Lawson ...., e,e. ....... H a l Dean Margaret ,e..,ee..ee Mary Annis Gale ,,,,ee ,,,,,.eeo, M arjory Miller Mary eeeeeoee.e....,.v C ,. Hazel Alsene College Girls eeoeeeee,eeoe,ee ,.ee..... H elen Bliss Betty Cooney Assistant Cheer Leader ................................,..... Alvin Shuster t Never Rains is a typical American play of youth, middle age, college, and California. Its principal romance concerns Jimmy Rogers and Dorothy Do-novan, eighteen and nineteen years of age respectively, one entering his second year at the University of California, the other a tremulous freshie, worried sick for fear she will not receive a bid to the sorority which she wishes to join. The sterner background of drama for these youngsters is furnished by the parents of these two. The Don- ovans come to California and stay with the Rogers, and the great Ameri- can game, Bluff, nearly wrecks the plot. Then there is the case of the young, foolish, and worried Norleen Sears, a neighbor girl, who gives moments of near tragedy to the plot. For the most part the play is brisk, endearing, and familiarg and is writ- ten with an understanding heart and a gay little quirk of human nature. The play was written by Aurania Rouverol. NI H-WIA'

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ffl :y .-. I THE GENTLE ART OF COOKING, OR, 1 HOPE 1 DONT BECOME A BACHELOR The science of cooking dates back thousands of years when, they say, a Chinaman's pigs were trapped inside his burning hut and burned to death. He accidently licked his fingers after touching one of the pigs- and from then on meat was eaten cooked. . If such simple people as the Chinese could cook food that was palatable, I, aided by gas stoves, metal pans, cook books, and an intellect much superior to that of the lowly Chinese, should, logically, be able to cooked much better. My folks were going away for a week, and I, under the aforesaid illusion, rejoiced at the idea of having a whole week in which to de- monstrate what a good cook I could be with a little practice.. But my disgust knew no bounds, when my mother said she was hiring a girl to cooked for us Cine and my two brothersl. Mother was under the impression that I wasn't a very good cook, and would soon tire of preparing meals. How could she kno-w'? She's never seen me cook. Finally, after much argument, she reluctantly said I could do the cooking for the first two days, but that the girl was to finish out the rest of the week's meals. Of course, I would rather have had charge of cooking the whole week, but two days was something, anyway. Since then, I have discovered four things-that mother knows best ---that experience is the best teacher-that a wise man changes his mind -and that I can cook almost as well as I can sew. CI have always want- ed to sew on the sewing machine, but have been frustrated each time because I didn't know which end of the sewing machine to start onl. My first experiment at cooking consisted of spaghetti with tomato sauce, which didn't taste half bad. But my brother has a nauseating habit of sucking, into his mouth each long strand of spaghetti, and my appetite for theuconcoction ceased, being reminded of slimy, squirming angleworms. The dog and cat had a savory feast of spaghetti, not bothered by imagination. Next morning I made some apple sauce which was perfect, except that it was a trifle too sweet, and a bit soupy. I turned to the old standby, beefsteak, potatoes and gravy, for dinner. I invited one of my friends to dine with us, but he politely re- fused, stating very vague reasons for his refusal. Soon I discovered that he was a very smart guy, and that he knew more about my ability to cook than I did. I don't know what was the matter with the steak. It was tough, but you can eat tough steak. The taste distinctly resembled the odor that has been issuing off the abbatoir the last week or two. The gravy would have been good if it hadn't tasted like the meat. I gave the steak to the dog and cat. The dog ate it, but the cat, being smarter than the dog, disdainfully sniffed at it and left it alone. Our meal consisted of bread, butter and apple sauce.