Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Uhr Qiefurmatinn nf a Milnrriaite -W. ERl+lAFTl+lR, you must devote more time to lessons, and exert more effort, otherwise we shall send you to a convent to complete your 'ij L' education. Promises wonit have much weight ,Q then. Remember! With these parental threats still ringing in her ears, Miss Fonstance Iona Powderpuff f,..,...a., . flung herself upon her bed, exhorting the just heavens not to permit so much misery in a single individual. As she sat up, it could not truthfully be said that there was a fairer sight among all the fair Morrisites. For she was appealing, vivacious, tall though appearing a mere handful, and dainty as Dresden China. How could a great big brute of a Chemistry teacher threaten this divine creature with home notice? Nevertheless, it was true! For, but yesterday, he had maliciously conveyed to Miss Powder- puff the fact that a card was already on its way to her home. Iona bitterly soliloquized that in the event of her parents, en- lightenment on the subject, confinement to a convent would be inevitable. O Cicero and Ariobarzanes, help me, she cried, and fell to weeping. A fellow Morrisite, deserving of his name, was Oetavius XV0l'ldXV0lltlCl',+fGll0XV-Sllilif'l'01', scarcely in less jeopardy of freedom than our heroine. It was Saturday, his usual day to call on Constance Powderpuff. As he sallied forth in the full glory of his new trench suit, georgous tie Cpurchased at Incendiary's two for seven salej and the quite unnecessary bone-rimmed glasses, he asked fiercely why in these days of Democracy with a big D , teachers were permitted to practice their isms. Many a Saturday afternoon would he and Iona go bus-riding to forget the irony of Fate. Disguising the teachers by their accounts of one's persistency, anotherls per- spicacity, and still another's harsh penal laws was a pastime they 'd frequently f'indulge in. Upon his arrival, Fonnie narrated the existing state of affairs. Bitter tears welled into his optics as he vehe called upon Pallas Athene to disclose why mortals must suffer so. A few minutes later both resolved to turn over a new leaf. And so, the Spirit of Reform was imbued into the sapient, manly fellow! 19

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KISMET over with his hands, and jumped to the ground. I noticed he was more luminous from the rear than the front. Pst! he hissed, and signalled to give over the bomb. Here was a problem. The can was too fat to go through the bars, and Traske horrifiedly refused to let me throw it over. Finally, he found a piece of string in his pocket. This he threw across the top of the fence, and by means of it hauled the bomb over. Picking it up very gingerly, he immediately started across the yard, motioning to me to follow. I climbed up the palings to the top, then stopped to see where he had gone. It was too dark. I must follow at my own risk. As I started to lift my foot over, I noticed a gleam of light. Growing brighter, it illumined a corner of the build- ing. I heard foot-steps. The light now showed me Traske, bomb in hand, looking for me. 'tTraske!7' I whispered, as loudly as I dared. A Defence Iieaguer rounded the corner. I tried to shout, but my voice lumped up in my throat. What the hell! The L,eaguer's right hand emitted a flash. There was a loud report! Traske's hat flew into the air, and he fell to the ground with a fearful yell. Something whispered to me You can do no good here almost as I dropped from the fence and set off. - I made record time home--luckily my father was in. I told him what had happened, between gasps, and after telephoning Mr. Traske, we set out for the police station. itvlkilfflifxf On Sunday, I went over to Traske's. He was still fright- fully pale. ttWere you hit?', I asked. Not by the pistol. Huh!l' I said. Then, K'Preparedness! What do you think about it now? Traske jumped from his chair. HI knew you'd come with that! he cried. t'It's my luck, that's all! It was just chance that that policeman happened to come around at that minute. Somebody 's always just hap- pewing to come around at those minutes. It's disgusting! But I merely smiled, and set up the ehessmen. PAUL LEWINSON 18 n

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THE REFORMATION OF A MORRISITE When he had gone, Connie applied her troubled, but never- theless fertile brain to the arduous task of securing that perni- cious postcard before her father was aware of its existence. She must obtain it at all costs, even if she were obliged to pick the lock of the letter-box ...... AH!!! That was the solution to her problem! Now for practicable tools. Among the many diminutive but enlightening notes on Chem, Latin, etc., which she kept in the guileless-looking pockets of her dress for utiliz- ation during tests, she harbored a pen-knife, presented her on her nineteenth borthday by Aloysius Knutty. She decided to employ this in combination with a few hairpins from among the undulating masses of her marcelled crowning glory. N- Summoning her ebbing courage, Iona cried Am I not a Powderpuff? Shall this wild, untamed, spirit be restricted to a nunnery? Then she bethought herself, with almost human intelligence, that with this amateur burgular's kit the letter- box ought to yield to her efforts. For had not terror inspired her with great strength? Little did she think of the impending disaster! Little did she think of the dire consequences! For, if the truth must be told, little did she think under ordinary conditions and circumstances. Lightly she ran downstairs into the vestibule and com- menced to execute her ungodly plans. About her perieardiac section, loud thumps were audible in her dread fear of dis- covery! Finally the door yielded. Yes, there was a postcard! And, oh, good heavens, it was his signature also! Intnitively inferring the statements, she grasped it, thrust it into the above- mentioned pockets and made a home run! On reaching her room, Constance thanked Providence for what seemed to her to be the end of the matter. But alas, she had another guess coming her way! About fifteen minutes later, on hearing a knock on her door, she was startled to see her father enter. His very advent portended evil. Abruptly he asked her whether she had re- ceived any mail that day. When she replied in the affirmative, he requested it for his perusal. Oh, it is just a small matter, I've planned and worked on, and Ilve received the results from an interested party, she veraeiously replied. It is extremely private and personal, father, please ! I HI think we may as well come down to brass tacks. Is this your knife, Connie? 20