Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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BLUFFING IT Loquacious: I have hard luck. I was late and had no home- work, so I gave excuses, first to that urbane Miss Mox, then to that sarcastic Mr. Wyne, and finally to that relentless Miss Branke, and just because they did not comprehend the com- prehensive ability of my comprehension, and as I did not attempt to make my comprehension more comprehensive to their com- prehensive- Charles White: Duck, here's Mr. Benbigh. Mfr. Benbigh: Nerve, your devotion to your work is of such a character that I must request you to sever your connection with Corris High School for the present. You will understand that this action excludes you from membership in any athletic associa- tion of the school, and postpones indefinitely the day of your graduation. Loquacious: Oh, ye Fates. ALEXANDER HERMAN, ,14. jfnr a 'Birthday Winsome maid with glowing eyes, A score of years have kissed your head, Years of youth's bright paradise, But childhood sweet is not all dead. It lives in golden memories Of happy hours with playmates gay, And all the sunshine melodies That lingered through each year-long day. And will you ever let it die, This dream of childhood and of heaven? No, hold it just as sacredly At sixty as you did at seven Still build your castles in the air, And dream your dreams of a to-morrow. Let not the woman, haunting fair, Forget the girl in woman's sorrow. OWEN SHEPPARD XVHITE, '14, 1 26 l l l M

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BLUFFING IT Jlr. Wyne: Nothing unusual. But what about your written homework? Loquacious Qafter noting that the period bell would ring in three minutesj: The present infinitive means to, plus the verb, therefore Hdicat eos faceren means he says them to make, but that does not seem to be correct. So having expounded my theory and hypothesis, will you not use your coneentrativeness and convert this dilemma into a comprehensible statement? Mr. Wyrie: Yes, I Will. You have not studied your grammar for had you, you would know all about the indirect discourse. Therefore, one zero. You have not prepared your translations, for the Whole passage is translated in the notes. So you get an other zero. Thirdly you receive another sphere for not giving me your written Work. And finally you may come to see me after school for the rest of the week, for Wasting the time of the class. Loquacious: But my presence is required in the late room at two-thirty. Mr. Wyue: Very good. I have a class until a quarter past three. Come to me after that. Period Bell: Dong. SCENE III. A German room in the Corris High School. Loquacious Nerve sealed. Miss Braucke: Is Nerve here? Loquacious: Why surely! Without any miscomprehensiveness of your ques- M iss Braiicke: Stop, stop! Why did you not report to me this morning? Sprechen Sie Deutsch. Loquacious: Ga-ich-ich-sind-Well, my dear Miss Branke, in as much as the epithetical phraseology of the no doubtw Miss Branlce: Werden Sie Deutsch sprechen? Loquacious: Ga-and as I was about to state, the mediocrity of- llliss Brauke: Stop! This is more than enough. Do not forget to come to me every afternoon this week and next. Loquacious: But I have to stay in with other teachers until four o'clock. Miss Branke: Then come to me after that. SCENE IV. Ten minutes later. The luncheon period in the Corris High School. Loquacious and friends sauuteririg in the hall. Bill J ones Charles White Why thy gloom, Nerve? 25

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5 frightful ZIULIIUBQ . E were returning from Sporks,.a small mining ,,,i town in Nevada, to Reno, a distance of about ii, four miles, in order to get the early train east. The night was dark and dreary as that in story. i The hour also coincided with that of the fairy tale, as it was near midnight. The narrow mountain road, which was hardly more than a foot-path, was shaded from both sides, as it cut through one of the most thickly wooded tracts in the Rockies. The sky had that smutty gray and black appearance which foreboded a storm, at least so it looked to us, when we got a glimpse of it through the foliage roof above us. The day had been exceedingly hot, and rain was predicted for that night. Our fears seemed to be warranted, for at intervals, a low, ap- parently far-off rumbling could be heard, which increased the tenseness of the situation in that close, stuffy, badly lighted, incommodious, dragging coach. But the weather was not the cause of our extreme discomfort. The day before, a reward had been offered for the capture, dead or alive, of the most notorious highwayman in the west, who was known to be in our vicinity. He was known to run any risk for the success of his undertakings, and stage coaches seemed to be his specialty. In one instance he disguised as a passenger, another time he, with the help of another ruffian, so silently and quickly removed the driver and the latter's armed companion from the top of the coach, that the passengers were entirely ig- norant of what had happened, until they felt the muzzles of revolvers cooling their foreheads. The district through which we passed was known to be the most dangerous vicinity in that part of the country, and that four-mile ride was fraught with peril g for not only every turn in the road, but the entire way, presented exceptional opportunities for the highwayman. But how were we to know that he was not one of those men sitting opposite us, or that the driver or his companion was not one of the robber's band, only waiting until the coach reached a certain spot to open the door to the rest of the gang? So the situation was one of most intense terror for each individual passenger. The slow dragging of the horses made us feel that we should get out and walk, until we ventured to look out into the night, and then even the dreary interior of the coach seemed pleasant to us, compared with what we saw. Each time the animals stopped in this slow march, for fear of falling over some unseen 27