Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

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12 THE ROUND TABLE “If that be art, then give me Dar- win’s theory of Evolution,” and with that she walked out. “Ruth,” he confided to her one day, “this play will take a long time and I must have atmosphere.” “There’s plenty of it on deck,” she put in, “It’s blowing a forty mile gale.” He flashed her a look of scorn. “How stupid you women are! No brains whatever!” “Brains!” she said, “If brains were ink you wouldn’t be able to make a period!” He gave up in despair. “Well, any- way,” he rejoined, “I won’t write until I get to Russia. Just now I’m devot- ing my time to poetry. Will you hear my latest brain-child?” “Brain child? H’m—must be an orphan.” Ignoring her, he took a paper from his pocket and began to read: “MY DREAM LADY” My dream lady comes when I’m asleep. Her loving watch to keep. Her hair is black as saphires bright. And shine so strangely in the light. She brings me pleasant visions— (“I can’t find anything to ryme with that,” he added, “so I’ll make it blank verse.”) He con- tinued— To make the night endurable. Her teeth—ah they gleam like pearls. That twine about her raven curls. So white and even, glistening bright. They always fill me with delight. But she only comes when I’m asleep So to her I cannot speak. Woe is me. “Very impressive ending, eh?” he said, “I’m going to hand it to Brandon Jeffries, the publisher. He’s on this ship.” A few days later Mrs. Loso came in to find him staring dejectedly at the floor. “What’s the matter, now?” she asked. “Read—” he could not speak, but handed her a paper. This is what she read— Mr. Clovis Loso: Dear sir: My friend, Mr. Jeffries, handed me your poem which he regrets being unable to use. However, I should like to buy it if you will sell it to me. I will pay you well. I am the publicity agent for Colgate Co., and I think it would make a clever little add. Like this:— My lady’s teeth—they gleam like pearls That twine about her raven curls. So white and even glistening bright. They always fill me with delight. The reason that they shine and gleam She uses Colgate’s Dental Cream. Very sincerely, Thos. H. Sanders. “Well I must say—” began Mrs. Loso —but she never said it, for just then a cry of “Land ho!” went up and they all rushed to the deck, to view in the distance the hazy shores of England. Further adventures of our hero will be told in my next account, entitled, “CLOVIS AT THE COURT OF KING GEORGE.” For now—Farewell. E. V. H., ’25. --------o------- SPANISH ESSAY 1 podia acordarse de que habia llorado para poder asistir a la es- cuela, mas viva era la memoria de las lagrimas que habia derramado para poder quedarse en casa.” ! Que diferencia entre seis y diez

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TITE ROUND TABLE 11 pounce on a frail and timid elf. Elf— height 6 ft. 2 in., weight 185 lbs.! Well, anyway, they surrounded him. “What’s the idea of the Annette Kellerman stunt?” one demanded. “I missed the boat,” he stammered. “I’ll say you did, by about five feet. You’re a fine one.” Mr. Loso drew himself up proudly, “Do you know who I am, sir?” he demanded. “No, but I’ll bet you’re not the Prince of Wales.” “I—” with a look meant to be over- whelmingly superior, “am the great poet, Clovis Loso.” “What do you write? Mother goose rhymes.” They laughed and walked away. Angrily he stormed to the state- room. “I’ll show them,” he cried, “When I become famous.” The second day out found our hero holding up the railing of the ship. “No,” he had told his friends, “I never get seasick.” “Clovis,” said his wife, “has the Count Arkaffske come yet?” “Good night,” he gasped, “did I have that for lunch, too?” “No, silly,” she replied, “he’s that nice man we met yesterday.” “Oh! yes, got blue hair and blonde eyes and a funny-------” “Clovis, what ails you anyway? You talk so funny, and why ever are you hanging over the railing like that?” He groaned, “Oh just watching the fish play hide and seek!” ¥ 9 ¥ ¥ ¥ One day she came into the state- room to find him with pencil in hand and a far away look in his eyes. “Clovis”! He put his finger to his lips and motioned her aside. “What’s the matter?” she asked anxiously. He came to with a start. “Oh,” he said importantly, “I’m doing it.” “Doing what?” “Well,” here he removed his lense- less glasses and wiped them with a great air of importance, “I’m starting my novel. It is to be a Russian trag- edy. The hero, a Swedish Count, Pierre Conet goes to Florence to join the Soviet forces—” “But,” she interrupted, “Florence is in Italy and Pierre Conet is French, not Swedish.” He flashed her a look of pained sur- prise. “What difference? This is art. My readers will not question it.” “Good—this is funny.” “As I was saying,” he continued, “Conet joins the Soviet forces and while in the army he meets Countess Hotdogski, whom he once knew in Kindergarden. Here the love theme enters. He is about to ask for her hand when the villian, Bydarnski, draws him to one side and tells him that the countess is his wife. Over- come by grief. Conet cuts his throat with a safety razor. As he is about to die, the Countess comes in. He tells her what he has heard and in tears she tells him it is false. He dies in her arms. Overcome by remorse she swal- lows his sword and chokes to death. It is to be a play, and the last scene will show the villain with his foot on the two bodies. Just as the curtain falls a cry rings out: “Die, Bydarn- ski ! ” and he falls over his victims and perspires—I mean expires.” “But all your characters die,” she said. “Naturally,” he replied, “they always do in Russian tragedies—that’s

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THE ROUND TABLE 13 y seis anos! Yo conozco a una muchachita de seis anos y al pre- guntarle un dia “Porque no va Ud. a la escuela hoy ?”, ella respondio “Hoy es sabado y siento muchis- imo.” Se muy bien que si les hiciera a Uds., los estudiantes, la niisma pre- gunta, la respuesta seria “Hoy es sabado y me alegro muchisimo.” ! Que diferencia entre seis y diez y seis anos! Y, me pregunto “porque esta diferencia? Que hacemos nosotros los prof esores que cause este cam- bio de sentimiento? Tenemos nos- otros la culpa?” Tal vez Uds. quieren decirme “asistir a la escuela es una cosa nueva para la pequena y el encanto de lo neuvo no durara mucho tiempo.” Uds tienen razon. La muchachita no sabe que de tareas tiene la vida del estudiante. ! Que de lecciones, que de examenes, que de vocabtilarios! y mis lectores pueden anadir tareas sin numero. El trabajo de un alumno de la escuela superior no es de ninguna manera ligero, Una papina en latin, cinco en f ranees, un tema que escribir y yo no se con cuantas difi- cultades Uds. se encuentran en las matematicas. Es verdad que los sehores fa- mosos, ellos que arreglan los as- untos del mundo, no hallarian facil lo que tienen que hacer nucstros estudiantes, y tal vez no darian satisfaccion a los profesores, tan exigentes somos. Pero, no olvide- mos, que la majmr parte de ellos han hecho las mismas tareas y muy a men udo con sacrificios mas grandes. A mi parecer, Uds. deben gozar de su sabado de libertad. Pienso que Uds. hablan de sabado con otro tono, que la muchachita porque quieren darse el aire de una persona abur- rida. Se me figura que si se les preguntara “Quisieran Uds. pasar todos los dias conio pasan Uds. los sabados?” dirian que no, y puede ser, que al graduarse en la escuela, Uds. tengan un sentimiento mas vivo que las lagrimas del pequeno. Quien sabe? Arline B. Hooker. -------o------- THE ZIPPLIN On Wednesday, October 15th, dur- ing chapel period, Mr. Minugh hap- pened to see the famous dirigible ZR3 in the distance. The fire drill bell was rung so that the students might see the dirigible on its flight to Lakehurst. The entire student body and faculty turned out to gaze at the magnificent, shiny Zepplin. Then the fun began. Almost every boy and girl in the Senior and Junior High School started to march down Harding Road and thence up South Street, drawn some- what in the fashion of those children who followed the PiedPiper of Hamlin. When the rollicking happy crowd were quite far from the school, the faculty realized that the students were taking advantage of the kind privilege that had been given them. Mr. Lovett attempted to round up the delinquent students. It was some time be- fore all of the students (some had started to go to Lakehurst) returned, and the school again remained in its tranquil state. We wish to thank the “Count” for his untiring watchfulness. If it had not been for him we would probably have been unable to see the famous dirigible. I. C., 25.