Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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THE REFORMATION OF A MORRISITE With bitter acquiesence, Connie realized that in her haste and terror of discovery, she had neglected to take her knife and hair pins back. Since you evidently anticipated its arrival, I should like to see what impelled you to meddle with the lock, remarked Mr. Powderpuff. With no possible alternative in view, Iona extended the fatal information, He hastily scanned it, but when he raised his eyes, he saw his daughter in a little heap in the chair. Quickly, he raised his crushed darling. When she came to, she raised her beautiful eyes to his face. In their wondrous depths he read a pitiful appeal, the agony of the soul, and it stirred him. Finally when all had quieted down in the Powderpuff household, it was explicitely understood and agreed that Con- stance Was to have another and last chance to make good! ll! 3 if if if 9? if 16 Scarcely had a Week elapsed since the horrible incident above described, when Morris was in the grip of a great con- suming excitement. For lo! Miss Powderpuff had reformed! No longer did she idly sit in class and Wonder Why the Uh was silent in the Word chemistry. No longer would she ponder over the possible results of the window cleaners' strike. One day, a very early one in Connie 's metamorphosis Cfor now she is an Honor Studentj she was called upon in Chem. The prompt pedagogue, in anticipation of her usual dormant condition, had already marked the zip next to her name. He merely asked her to expound the commercial preparation of ammonia for the relaxation of his harrowed brain. Slowly the hirsute projections in his phrenological section were seen to rise in ragged, jerky lines on hearing the accurate description of this, the most complicated of processes. But to this very day, the students, undesirous of embarras- sing Iona, attribute the hairy rise and fall to his sudden re- collection of the high price of fish! Many Would be the conversations concerning the vicissitudes of life in Iona, formerly the most frivolous girly-girl, who was invariably prepared to say ' unprepared. ' 0 tempora, O mores, O di immortales! When shall Wonders , ye skeptics and ye pessimists, reflect and consider. For human nature is a thing of unlimited, inconceiv- able possibilities, as we have attempted to depict in this tale of the erstwhile, fair, foolish, female, Constance Iona Powderpujf. PAULINE WICHNER, 6-4, '19 21

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Uhr mrrnrh First prize in Qui-Vive Short Slory Contest HE village of Horsforth, Surrey, was in an uproar. Everybody was at his door, gestu- lating exeitedly, discussing, suggesting, giving advice. P. lf. 22, of the local Con- stabulary Foree, a burly Britisher, shoul- dered his way through the crowd of excited men, dimly seen in the English fog. t'NVot's this 'ere? VVot's this about, Jenkins? he shouted, noticing for the first time the still form on the ground, and the little pool of slow-running blood. Murder, ejaeulated the other, a farmer of imposing dimensions. Murder, that's wot! We saw 'im walk down the street, heard 'im ery, and ran up. Mr. Forster it is, and right at 'is door, too! This was indeed a surprise. Mr. Forster was known to be engaged on Government work, and instantly a 'tclue, so beloved of the English police force, took shape in the con- stable's mind. Perhaps Mr. Forster had government secrets with him. Perhaps a spy. ....... . Lost in thought P. C. 22 failed to notice that the villagers had been searching around, and were now dragging towards him a whimpering man, who gave the name of Reinholtz, and who, they said, had been hiding in a neighboring ditch. The villagers, in their excitement, would have done him bodily harm, had not the constable thrust his mighty form between them and the unfortunate culprit. Leave 'im alone! l'll take care of 'im. 'Ere, Jenkins, take 'im up to 't' court, and Jenkins, the enormous, took the groveling wreteh almost bodily to the little prison up the street, followed by the crowd. Left to himself, P. C. 22 suddenly became busy. With agility surprising for a man of his bulk, he dropped to his knees, and, lighting a match Cfor the fog was thickj searched in the mud. Hum! he suddenly exclaimed, and unearthed from a hollow in the gravel a heavy wrench, with an iron handle covered with blood, stamped at one end with the initials D. R. Then, supremely satisfied with himself, and hugging his find closely, he returned to his interrupted supper of beef and onions. 23 Q -J