Putnam Hall School - Pennings Yearbook (Poughkeepsie, NY)

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.. The Rise of the Seniors A One-Act Play By Swzga I Hark! Hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, at if ff wk it And winking Mary-buds begin To ,ope 'their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise! Arise, arise! -Shakespeare SCENE: The Senior Corridor. Qlf the Seniors lived on one.cOrridor.j Doc: Then she must know about it! COuldn't you catch anything she TIME: Early morning. i -said? As the shades of night lift, an alarm clock goes off. LIB fFrantically trying to strangle itj :' Hi, you-all! DOC: What's eatin' on yuh, Lib? LIB: Don't you know it's half past five? Get up! PEG Doc : BOB Doc: Bon Doc: Ch, for john's sake, keep quiet. I'm not getting up this morn- ing. W1iere's the doodle, Bob? QA face appears-besmeared with white ointmentj QYawningj : Did you-all speak to me? Hurry, dahlin' ,,it's gettin' late. Where's the doodle? : What, the patented reducer? I left it last night just where I always do. Well, I can't find it. I'l1go,ask Polly. I simply must get thin- ner. Hi, Polly! POLLY: Hi! Doc: ,Have you seen Bob's rolling-pin? POLLY: No,-but do you know? It was the funniest thing, I kept waking up last night- and Harriet was talking a blue streak about making biscuits and needing a rolling-pin. POLLY: just that she was making biscuits and wanted bigger ones than we had in cooking class! What do you s'pose she meant by that? DOC: I can't imagine! MELIO POLLY : MELIO : POLLY : fEnteringj : Hi, scum! What's the excitement? We suspect my room-mate of-of-theft. M Word! Whoever would have thou ht it? Y S' Well, we don't like to jump at conclusions, but Bob's rolling- pin is missing, and Harriet was talking of one in her sleep last night. QA door is slammed, and Henry comes clattering up the cOrridor.Q HENRY : What ho! fVoice from regions unknown. Ivanhoe lj A HENRY: Do you know thereis a crowd pitching horseshoes in Byx's POLLY : room ? R-e-a-1-1-y-?

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remaining papers, who .should appear but Micky! A very dilferent Micky indeed, much broader, more manly, and with his arm in a sling, which seemed rather to amuse than bother him. He fondly called it his souvenir of the war, and proudly showed me the piece of steel which had been taken from his arm. Micky, unlike many of his comrades, had not returned from the war without a purpose. He intended to go into the newspaper work again. This, he declared, was a part of him. From the moment when he had sold his first paper, he had always hoped to put himself in the chair of the editor-in-chief of the best and biggest newspaper in the country. Micky had no background, no family, but he did have pluck and persistency to carry through. These qualities won for him his medal of honor and his position today, five! years after the war,-that of editor of the best and biggest newspaper in Washington, D. C. L.E.R. 'X ' x ' lov' prix! 1 l

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HENRY: As I sailed by the door Race said, Now pitch it low. So that's what I concluded. MELIO: That's just a little early morning cheer practice, mignonne. Do you want to help clear up a mystery? HENRY: You're darn tootin'. MELIO: Now listen and I'll tell, you. QAS the mystery is being unfolded to Henry, other groups are forming. Helen Taylor and Flip feel it their duty to start,the day with a song. 'Hence they are practicing a duet. As they finish, Byx's voice is heardj BYX: That last selection was none too potent. LOUISE: ,I think it was precious. Sing it again. PEGi Pardon me! Iym leaving-I haven't done a lesson. Can you , 'V' l help me with my Math., Thatch? THATCH: Whadayuhvask me for? I need help myself. LOUISE: I'll help my little Billy. Does 'um want me to? GUS Un great excitementj 1 Has anyone seen my fountain-pen? POLLY, IVIELIO, and LDoc fin unisonj : Can it be that . . . ? HENRY: Don't you remember, Gus, you found it in your galosh yes- terday? GUs: Oh, so I did! 'Bye. POLLY: Whewl ,I'm so relieved. I'll die if anyone else misses any- thing. LOUD VOICE: She's off again! POLLY: Are they talking about Harriet? Listen! FLIP Un uproarious laughtery: Heck, I can't help it! Honestly I can't. ' I-IAZEL: Shoot! I canit work with so much noise going on. VIRGINIA! Neither can I. Come here, will you, Rachel? RACHEL: I can't. I'm too busy. Sorry. VIRGINIA! I know, my dear, but- HELEN TAYLOR: Oh dearg my work is in a mess. I can't seem to get my French. I've worked hours on it. HARIQIET, B.: Too bad. Don't let me forget to go! to the Library this 'afternoon. I have several references to look up. CA general commotion is caused by the entrance of Polly, Melio, and Henry.j HENRY: I don't get it yet. just what is she suspected of taking? MELIOA: Bob's rolling-pin, mignonne. Can't you understand? HENRX' QA second 'Sherlock 'Holmesj 1 Well, why didnlt you say so? Bob's in her room using it now. It's been there all the time. Doc just overlooked it. That's all. POLLY QRelievedj : There, 'I knew she didn't do it! HENRY: I thought something was really lost. GUS fRe-appearingj : W.ell, it is. I can't find my other fountain-pen. ALL: Oh-h-h! The breakfast bell. Ding-a-ling-a-ling! QAnd it's only 7:30.j so-get