Northeast High School - Nor Easter Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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10 OF' QCHSIQI? blades of grass that impertinently nudged each other and nodded toward meg and some bird had the audacity to peck at me before he went on his way! I suppose they didn't know who I ani. I, who have brought content to hungry persons-I, who have been ex- changed for oh. so many different things I-Plates ofchocolate cookies, Cyou notice how popular the person who buys them suddenly becomesjg mashed potatoes Qhow well I remem- ber my bath in a pan of hot gravy when a too-eager boy mercilessly dropped me into its steaming depthsl 3 salads valuable for their vitamines and calories task your physiology teacherj, and-so many other dishes, too mani- fold to enumeratej. But finally, I was rescued by some kind person who proudly passed me around to all his friends to verify the statement of his lucky find. Once more I went through the rou- tine of lying in a pocket for a long interval, then being taken out and jingled, dropped on the floor, for which my careless owner was repri- manded by that same austere person Cisn't it aggravating that they always notice everything?j, then being rebel- liously jammed into that dark pocket again until the ringing of a bell, then being snatched out again and carried with oh, such speed, as my owner reck- lessly dashed down several flights of stairs, then being knocked out of his hand by another speeding person, be- ing tramped over by a mad mob of rushing students Qthat bell always causes such ,haste and excitementj, and finally being rescued and soon vig- orously slammed across a table for the same thing-food! You know it is strange, that al- though everyone is eager to get me, they are even more anxious to get rid of me, but I am irresistible. They al- ways come back the next day. Yesterday, some little demure miss daintly passed me on for some candy, today some sturdy boy flung me across the counter for chili, tomorrow--who will have me, for what shall I be used? I wonder. But then, such is the life of a five-cent check! After Twelve, Beware. VIRGINIA PIPER Have you a friend you know real well, Who hates to hear a whistle blow, Who never hears the midnight bell Because he knows it's time to go? At least he Cl2ll1US lle hears 110 Sgund, To tell him that he now must go, He always tries to stay around And rave an extra hour or so But just remind him there's a law Originated by your ma: Out after twelve you cannot stay, For motherls rule you must obey. And then remind him of your pa, Who has a law lots worse than ma's, VVho wears a shoe size number ten, And has the force of twenty men. cro tire ant chi cluf bro HPF bru Sha wil. call a l Abs hee cro' C sigl' one last as 1 Bef her Iohi in 2 denl behi a m Slox hers Hpir XYit a n cl da rl' curl: I a C e VCPC ker-a Ill OV

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rn- in- ier ess iot the led see iey ant e'll ze. .di- be ieir em ese fith the aks iey aey SU1. uld ,ess oks ion, ded ca- and ilar ,igh 1 at TCSS Jws 1 in Fox' our go will. TO- ap- the 'TQ YA liufh Bloomv. A Lunch Check's Soliloquy' DORQTI-IY VINICK. Howdy folks !-What's that? You want an introduction? Why, every- one knows meg I'm a five-cent lunch check! And I'm quite popular, I am. Inst think how long people wait in line to get me. Why sometimes they even push ahead of others to be the first to reach me! CBut of course I know you are too altruistic to do a thing like thatj Sometimes I even cause trouble. Once when I was performing gym- nastics on the edge of a desk, by the aid of my dexterous owner. much to the delight of my interested audience, some stern-eyed person, CI think they call her teacher j frowned at me and demanded that I be put away. I no- ticed that everyone immediately be- came absorbed with his books, I wonder why? So I had to forego my exercise and be thrust into a dark pocket once more. pVVhy, anyone ought to know that my performance of trying to stand on my head on the top of a pencil is more interesting than listening to amo, amari, amarbi, etc. But that just shows how unapprecia- tive some people are! But despite- my popularity, I'm rather democratic. Yes, indeed, I con- descend to associate with pennies and three-cent checks. But I change own- ers quite often. Sometimes I'm mixed up with a knife and matches and rub- ber bandsg but still, that isn't so bad as being squeezed in a book with a powder puff right next to the Battle of Agincourt, or perhaps perched on top of the Uhypotonuse of A2-I-B2--1 C2. CFor reference consult Mr. Al G. Brayj Once I was shoved into a pocket that had a hole in it. How glad I was to slide through it and skip down the street awhile in the sunlight! But then when I stopped on the parkway and hid under a maple leaf, it wasn't so nice. because no one saw me for a long time. There were some rude

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-- - a - ,vw.fve.-s s-1'r+:w GH-'izi-253:25-EIEQQS1 5-5:33-L l.?.F,Tf.3g,2fgg,ZZIf.2gT '- r pri- fson rays :bel- :ket :hen tried eck- s of ' his be- h of vays intl, vig- for al- me, t rid v al- miss lndy, :ross -who lsed? fe of QV 3 ' l na sg ten, 2 Ulf, QELSTQP Tote of Apology Due to a regrettable error the name of the author of The Triumph of Heredity was omitted in the last Nor'easter. VVe wish to apologize to Miss Laurene Thompson, who is the author of that excellent story. ' EDITOR. Diana ELQISE BLAKESLY. A sultry September afternoon, crowded city streets seething with tired, home-bound business folks-- and one wee child, all alone. Two chubby little arms reached upward, clutching, at a passing dress, two big brown eyes sought the owner's face appealingly, but the little arms were brushed off and the figure swept on. Shoved about, pushed aside and bc- wildered, the little one stumbled on, calling in quaint, childish accents, Fin a kinker-ady to tate a ma home! Absorbed in their own affairs, no one heeded. But out of the hurrying crowd came Celia Burt. Celia was lonesome. 'fAh,,' she sighed. Ts there no one to care, no one to really call my own? For the last three years her life had been only as a tool in the cosmopolitan world. Before, her love for ,lohn had hiddifn her loneliness-but the cruel war took Dlohn. She continued her weary way in and out among the people. Sud- denly she sturnbled, and looking down. beheld a wee bit of blue gingham and a mass of luscious. dark brown curls. Slowly the big frightened eyes met hers, and once more the child pleaded, pin a kinker-ady to tate a ma hom! With a little gasp, Celia bent down 77 and lifted the child into her arms. You darlingln she breathed irgto the tossled curls. A look of joy came to the tiny face and her arms clung tighter as she repeated again and again, Fin a kin- ker-ady to take a ma home. Celia moved aside, glancing inquiringly about her as she said, But dearie, where is your mother? Fin a kinker-ady to tate a ma homll' was the only reply. VVhat's that? laughed Celia. You dear thing, T can't understand you. She looked anxiously about her for some sign of friend or parent, but no one noticed t-hem. 'CVVell,',' she said, VVe'll have to find someone to look after you l The little girl clapped her hands and cried, 'fYes! Fin a kin- ker-ady to tate a ma homli' What does the darling mean. thought Celia as she hurried to the corner fpoliceman with her precious bundle. He hailed a passing officer who was used to interpreting many street dialects and together they fig- ured out what the child was saying. The policeman held her on his knee in a nearby drug store and repeated thoughtfully, 'Find a kind lady to take me home'-that's it, all right I he added as she encouraged excitedly. Well, Little One, he continued kind- ly, VVhere do you live? She slid from his lap and laughed something in Ttalian as she skipped out of the door. Celia, who had been standing with tightly-clasped hands as she watched the fascinating Little Une, rapturous- ly exclaimed. dVVhat wonderful eyes! Vlihat beautiful hair! Sheis thoroughly adorable! But the policeman had started to follow, and excitedly the child led them down an alley to her home. one room in the damp basement of a filthy tenement house. There in the chilly darkness of that wretched 79 P!! -ik i ,.-m - . .-- --- --'H Y-11- Q - 'f-'ff i.....' ' .' . ' T. . Liefff-Fiifffiffif. f'fa ' '-i '.--'- A ' ' ' f if-fn,