Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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tllurh Abu Ahnut Nnihing nr a Olnmehg GU nf Errnrn Dramatis Personae M. Brio Riter two Morrisites in the throes of an attack Woodby Author of writitis TIME As you like it. SCENE What you will. QW. A. enters and finds M. B. B. digging fiercely . into the depths of an ture-inspiring 11olnine.j W. A.-Hullo, what's up? Oramming for a change? M. B. If.-Hullo, Oh, just performing a gymnastic feat. W. A.-Eh? M. B. R.-Hullo. Oh, simply reading. Looking bark- ward. ' I W. A.-This way, gentlemen, step up for the first prize- but say, cut this out. I've got a swell ideag let's write some- thing for the Annual. M. B. R.-All right, motion adopted. Say, but won't it be great! W. A.-Oh, the renown that will be ours! Oh, the glory to our names! We stand on the threshold of eternal fame, ready to be welcomed by our equals in genius! How the simpering beginners, our Freshmen brethern, will look up to us,-how all Morrisites will delight in the reading of the fruits of our talents! M. B. R.-They will be'Morris sights, indeed. CSearching for divers writing materials. In the I excitement natnrol to the inspired, they collideg and M. B. R. with the aid of the splashing ink, .stumps on intricate avrchitectrnal plan-on the angeli- - cally nptnrned visage of his co-aspirant. However, the Tempest soon snbsides and peace reignsj. M. B. R.-Well, let 's begin. W. A.-Whaddayemean-begin? First we must have some idea of the plot. M. B. R.-Gee, I never thought of that. But I don't need any plot. I could write a fine essay on Socialism, W. A.-Haw-Haw, There 's another of your gymnastic feats. This time it's Spanish ...... throwing the bull. V M. B. R.-I've got it! An article on bulls. Bulls as opposed to the crowning virtue. Papal bulls, policemen in terms of the underworld, bullies .... 35

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Qlhrintmua 11.1111 111111 1111111-1111 111111.15 lllfl trees sparkled Elllll' SllZlIP1ll'Ll, lZltlt'll with 21. il, ,VM l,H,1,l,, lt thousand Jewels: the w1111l Cfl'L1t'lilQtl'llll'0UQ'l1 the 'lY1f1l1,1l'l1ll1l1 1,M,l1ll'l trees Zllltl shook down seintillatnig 1l1a111onds: the will Ml ' world lay eovered Ulllltd' its mantle of snowg and Q l, the sun, the glorious Sllll shone down upon it. 11111111 sparkling, ll2lllt'lll,Q, gliding upon its whiteness, i playing with itself, darting its Sl11lllU2llIlS of good ......... 1-heer over all. fllU'lSllll2lSl Peaee o11 earth, good will toward men! And men were fighting and killing, a11d bloo1l was flowing, and loving hearts were empty and desolate that had onee been NV21l'lIl illltl loving. ln the little Itlnglish barraek tow11 where Betty and her aunt' lived, the day before Christmas was a day of busy preparation. The cloud of war hung over it, there was hardly a household where a father or son was not missingg but there were the soldiers from the training eamp to be cheered and fed, and Christmas day was not a time for personal sorrows. ln Betty 's home, too, turkeys were dressed, pies were made: there was eooking baking. roastingg but there was none of the gayety. the talking, the planning, that usually aeeompaiiies tfhristmas preparations. For eaeh heart was far away with a boy whose lonely grave lay somewhere i11 Franc-e. A11d in Betty 's heart there was an added bitterness. Her brother had given his life for his C0lll1fl'j'Ti1llLl she had done nothing. If only she could do SOIllCllllllQ.f big and glorious, something to prove herself worthy of George. Betty, dearf' her aunt said suddenly, 'tMrs. Chatham's husband has bee11 sent ho111e wounded. l'm sorry to leave you alone, but 1'll have to go over and help her. Betty nodded aequieseenee, a11d went o11 witl1 her work. At nightfall, her aunt hitehed up the horse a11d wagon, bade Betty good-bye, and promised to be back at an early hour in the morning. Left alone, for a moment Betty had an u11- aeeountable feeling of fear, but she soo11 reassured herself an1l determined to go to bed. But how foolish I am, she said to herself, l'm acting like il ehild, at'raid to be left 21l0ll0 in the darklu She 1'en1e111ber1-11 too, that Jones, their trusted old g'Z1l'tlCll0l', was in his eottage nearby and 1-ould easily be su1n- moned in ease of need. So with this reassuring thought she mounted the stairs to her bedroom and dropped wearily into bed. She had dozed off into a light slumber when suddenly sl1e was awakened by the 37