Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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shouting children. In the cage an ape-like creature rattled the bars and roared, occasionally grabbing at those who came too close. And the more he roared and grabbed at them, the more delightedly they shrieked. Of course, I immediately rec- ognized Charlie Jones, who as an International television and movie monster was loved by children the world over. The cart was rolled to the doorway, and Charlie was led in, chained and snarling, by his at- tendants. Only when the door was closed did he take off the chains and put on a robe over the leop- ard skin. Soon he was talking earnestly with a small group about world affairs. I noticed Stewart Goodman methodically examining the books on the shelves lining the walls. My curiosity aroused, I walked over and asked him what he was doing. Well, to tell you the truth, I was making a survey to see how my books are doing. Your books? Yes, here's one. He took a paper bound book from the shelf. Its title read, English Literature Made Easy. Though I hadn't heard of the author, I saw from the cover that it was one of the Made Easy series, of Goodman Publications, Inc. On the back cover was a list of other books in the series. There were over fifty. Most of them on mathematical subiects were written by Stewart himself. Next year I'm starting a new series with outlines and criticisms of all the maior works of world litera- ture. lt's a wonderful field, and l've always been quite interested in it. I nodded. By the way, what are the re- sults of your survey? Q uite encouraging, he smiled, resuming it. I heard Peter Agelasto, Richard Tilghman and John Bal- lard conversing and moved over to ioin them. . . . thus upper class society clearly forms a self-preserving, stagnant situation based on petty, obsolete traditions and values, whose detrimental effects lie in their opposition to new, progressive 17 tendencies, John was saying. But I still don't see why we shouldn't go to parties, Pete inter- rupted. lt's the principle of the thing. By recognizing them, if only pas- sively, we help perpetuate the very conventions which keep us en- slaved. John was a prominent busi- ness man, who enioyed assuming the role of an anti-social Bohemian among his friends. He and Pete continued to debate while Richard looked on with a bored expression, his hands thrust in his pockets, and his shirt tail out. Eventually the argument died, and I asked Pete what he had been doing since graduation. He said he had graduated from law school, set up a small practice, and gotten married. Anybody I know? l doubt it. Richard's mother introduced us while I was in col- lege. Why, what a coincidenceI broke in John. T hat's exactly how I met my wife. Just then I heard a siren as Continued on page I24

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nation's second biggest port? Still second biggest, and first noisiest. By the way, hovw's the bat- tle to annex Portsmouth coming? Haven't Dr. Mendleson and his group given in yet? Not yet. But it probably won't be long now. Just then Louis him- self rushed forward. You'll never annex us. We'll fight it all the way up to the Su- preme Court. Do you all think you can get away with anything? He got louder and louder, and waved his hands about wildly. He launched into a stormy tirade against the stupidity and iniustice of his opponents, and seemed about to burst with passionate fury. He stopped momentarily for breath. Stewart G o o d m a n, grinning broadly, stepped in. All right Louie. Slow down boy. Don't get excited. Excited, Louie cried excit- edly, Who's excited? Stewart laughed. Gradually, thanks to Stewart and Barton, he volume of the Atlantic off hand? It was Frank Newton. I replied that I did not, asking why he wanted to know. He explained that it had to do with a discussion of the relative advantages of submarines and air- craft carriers. He tried to explain the connection between volume and warships, but his explanation was too full of technical language for me to follow. The other party in the discussion, Jimmy Steele, tried to clarify it, but only added to my layman's confusion. I asked Jimmie how he liked life in the Canadian Navy, being anxious to change the subiect. Well, the food's good, the pay's all right, and everything would be flne if it just didn't take up so much time. I hardly have any time to use the 'Albatross'l The 'Albatross'? Here, let me show you, he said enthusiastically, whipping out a wallet. He hastily thumbed past snapshots of a young lady and children to a color photograph of in Glasgow. I bought her as a wreck and had her rebuilt. He turned to another photo showing the cabin, continuing with the en- thusiastic description, Finally he turned to Frank. But how about you? Has navy life lived up to your expecta- tions? Oh, yes. Of course, things change so fast it's hardly the same from one week to the next, what with missiles and submarines and the like. And then of course there's the reform. Oh, I heard about that. lsn't Barton supposed to have had a lat to do with that? I remember that for a while the papers were referring to him as the Mendes France of the Navy. Yes, he was the one primarily responsible. In fact, one might even say that it's due to him that we have the only dry navy in the world. And it's a good thing, too. Efficiency has been tremendously improved. began to shout less rapidly, and wave his arms about less wildly. Soon he was talking calmly. A few minutes later, however, I heard him shouting iust as passionately about what to put in a martini, an olive or an onion. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. Happen to know the a large schooner i full sail. lsn't she a b auty? he asked proudly. Frank and I both agreed. Say, wasn't that a wife and kids you passed back there? asked Frank. Uh huh. He flipped to an- other snapshot showing the deck. She's fifty feet long, built Just then the shouting of chlld- ren interrupted our conversation. It got louder and louder, and I could hear now and then loud animal-like roars. We all piled out into the corridor to see what the commotion was. Being rolled down the hall by two attendants was a large guilded cage, surrounded by

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