Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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THE DOME Page 15 Blacklooards and Boredom Ep G73 EDIZEVAL, Chinese, or lndian tor- But the best way of erasing fa board is with tures are havens of bliss compared a white chalk-laden eraser, to give you 'C fillers T to a thoroughly boring lecture- inf, These erasures make faces and profiles, period. You must do something. You simply cannot sit there and listen to the lecture. And yet you must appear to be paying attention to it. You canlt look at the ceiling, at the pic- tures, at the fioor, or start scribbling. He is sure to notice it, and say, in the icy tones he uses so well, and with the polar stare that all teachers can give you, glam not speaking for my own benefit, Miss? So you really must look at something on his own level, something behind him, something that will change every period. ln a classroom, this something is inevitably the blackboard. This is my port in the storm, my oasis in the desert. For to me an erased blackboard is the greatest field for imagination that l know. Three horizontal strokes of an eraser over 20 percent Spanish board-work re- minds you of the cross-section of Niagara Falls as shown in our physiography book. A sweep- ing, swinging curve, which you sometimes use when erasing boards, makesia perfect waterfall. Hard up-and-down strokes give the most Won- derful trees in winter-just the trunk and a few main limbs. even if they do lack a chin or the top of the head. Yesterday, too, l saw the most perfect little dog-house on the board,- minus the dog, of course. l think it was on top of a H present '7 list, so frequently seen on blackboards. For some reason or other, algebra and inter- mediate algebra blackboards have the best pic- tures or near-pictures. On these, more than on any other, you can discern canoes, babies, and even cats. The most wonderful picture l ever saw was over an algebra example. The board presented one of the most perfect colonial porches, with three trees in front. It had no windows, of course, but only one pillar was out of place. There wasnat even a roof to it, but it helped the boredom. You can seldom see the same picture twice, but trying to find one a second time lessens the boredom and helps to make blackboards more interesting. y l hope, some day, if I should die and go to heaven, that there will be blackboards up there, erased with the whitest of erasers, on algebra blackboards. Alma Polske. 5 , ff-it ' X 5' .. 2-, -i ,ff 5 gina- 1 elif- at 1 . Qs iiifzgfg gig , .fit , :i.51'-Hr le- 4 iilili- - cl'-, -,Z hifi L -,i fi ff. :, - - I- ,ja -ni ..,, ,f -Ly . fi ' - 717 1, - 4, 1, ,Z ,. . - , .Y - -M-,..?i,,,, S -T , -V rv, .-2 'z fkingl' an-- 1 Wi il cf' xi? 11 ' 125 W M ,s WA.-5 W- .- fa' f w . -- ,. 1- N... 1 A -4' vi- , X fy sexe. li- 5 --- .:- . , -ti 5, . 1 , 1 c'lt ,u. A ki.. L -' -V ' 1 . . -- ' 1 s' f L, .Lin-1.4- . ' 1 l V -as-,, J, f B -ff , .I W -M , . f . .s ff -- Y 1 fill ff' fi -at Q uf ' W i - A V, ff -- aww-.-f 42- M, egg,-Q .i M W B i tt I bf i J 'J'f'if Q. ' '-?fff: .2 V .J 'ZATIA ' 'Q-gig Q5 - l'3'?J.i Lv T A 'l ' T , bfiili- X f-fi ... -A - L. -V - , l mg yum 1- eff. , Lil., -f L f - r o fr .LU Fri. - --1'-,2,.:.,, -Y-, Y Y Y I

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Page 14 THE DOME come. Youire going to get well, dear. Don't you remember Gail? Bill, I love you so. Go to sleep now, honey. Iill stay right heref' Bill looked at her through his glazed, unsee- ing eyes, and apparently was content. Presently he went to sleep, and the doctor became more hopeful. Downstairs Dr. Henstore looked at Ann spec- ulatively. They were in a tiny house in Char- ney, the little village in New York where Bill had been brought. The Clays-Ann and her mother-had volunteered to take care of him. He looked at her speculatively because he was wondering just why she was content to go through life without any effort to make herself distinctive,- satisfied with being a plain little mouse. He looked at her hair drawn tightly back over her ears, at her pretty but colorless face, at the little gray dress she wore, and then he said a brutal thing to her. 4' Ann Clay, do you want very much to be an old maid? Well, then, if you don't, you neednit be one. I want you to take this money,- sev- enty-five dollars,- and I want you to spend it as I tell you. It's an investment on my part. I want Bill Eaton to worship you as he wor- ships this false dream of Gail Petersen. You are to go first to a beauty shop, and have your hair waved and fixed becomingly. I want you to have your face massaged and made up skill- fully. You will buy a new dress, bright-colored and youthful, and new shoes and stockings to match. If you need something else, get it and send rne the bill. Itfs now twelve o'clock. By four this afternoon you should be finished. Run along now, and be goodf' The doctor had just finished dressing Bill's broken leg, when the door opened to admit an insouciant person with red-gold hair, her little body dressed in a green frock which glorified her hair fa fluffy little skirt that impudently revealed the classic kneesi, her long slim legs in sheer stockings, her tiny feet in spike-heeled slippers. The doctor scratched his ear, and looked again. There could be no mistake. It was a new Ann Clay, a lovely little thing with a shyly iinpertinent red mouth and wide eyes! K Wlieivl what a difference, Ann. I knew you could be pretty, but who'd have thought you were a beauty! Forgive me if I've been rude, but you took my breath away. Bill, too, now fully conscious, gazed at her in wonderment. U You're Miss Clay? For a minute I thought you were a girl I used to know. You've been mighty fine to take me in this way, and when I'm on my feet again I'll try to repay you as much as I canfi at You may call me Annf' said the green nymph, 4' and I'll call you Bill, because you're going to see me around here whether you want to or not. You know the rest. They marry, and live happily ever after in a cottage in Charney, with two children, a canary bird, and a collie dog. Weill give you one more look at them. Bill and Ann are sitting in the living-room. It is night, and the children are in bed. The collie is asleep under the piano. Ann is writing a letter, and Bill is reading the paper, when sud- denly something he reads makes him give a startled gasp. Ann leans over his shoulder, and sees on the front page of the paper: 4' At about three o'clock this morning a green Rolls Royce sedan, driven by Miss Gail Peter- sen, New York society woman, crashed through a fence on the road down Bear Mountain and hurtled down the precipice. Miss Petersen was killed instantly, as were Clive Stanley and James Strange of Chicago. The other occupant of the car, DeWitt Harding, is still alive in St. Mary's Hospital, Tarrytown. I-Ie said that all of them had been drinking heavily, and Miss Petersen had been in a grim and quarrelsome mood, when- Bill slammed down the paper with a mut- tered K The wages of sin is-7' But Ann in- terrupted him. Darlingest, don't be melodramatic! We donit really care what happens Lo her if we have each other, do we?

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Page 16 THE DOME ,ay The Dome of thought, the palace of the soul I l THE DOME H s 1--.R E -- iltwlllt' b f PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS or RICHMOND HILL HIGH SCHOOL i f EDITORIAL BOARD EDITOR-IN-CHIEF .... FRANCIS E. KEATING CIRCULATION STAFF Business Manager ..... LESTER SKINNER Assistants Assistants RUTH WADE ELISE DANN NATHAN KOSSACK HERBERT GRANOFF Aclvertisiug Manager . . EUGENE BURMEISTER Annex 56 . . M. BERNSTEIN , . ...... . GRANOFF Treasurer . . . . LAWRENCE cLIsT Am 90 J FACULTY ADVISERS B kk . . . . BERTHA NOE 00 eepe' ANNA PRICE ROBERT H. PROCTOR Faculty Adviser . . SUZANNE B. LENT Art Advertising Issued Quarterly RICHMOND HILL, N. Y.C., June 10, 1929 Price 35 Cents THE THRILL OF D-X -x 'K l HE most awe-inspiring expression on 'U the face of a human being is that of flue-,,,.f-fi a radio bug 7' at three o'clock in the morning listening to Wellingtoii, New Zealand. There is no exultation experienced by humanity that can be compared to receiving or sending a sound thousands of miles through space and realizing that your mind is in Contact with an- other stranger in a land you will probably never see. Somehow there is always a thrill in doing things at a great distance, even in receiving letters, but when a communication is picked up out of the air by something of your own con- struction, the L' kick W is simply indescribable. Picture a young fellow in shirt-sleeves, hair tousled, dark rings under his eyes. Despite his appearance, there is a glint in his eye that be- speaks his determination to get something or blow out his tubes. Suddenly he clamps his phones tightly to his ears, intense concentration on his face. As the code buzzes in, his face falls. ,lust some Canadian. A vicious twist of the dials sends him hfty metres lower. Again he Hshes for a faint squeal and his face resumes its former expression, only to be disappointed by someone in Seattle. The same performance is repeated time after time, but as he reaches out his face becomes enlight- ened and the disappointments are not as keen. His list covers the United States, Canada, and Mexico, and stretches across the Atlantic into England and Germany and down into Brazil. The clock is at a quarter to three, getting 'to be bedtime, when a faint squeak sounds that must have come from Mars at least. Gently he twists the dials back and forth until he hears faint dots and dashes. His whole body slumps, and his face gazes half fearfully at his set that has thrown him ten thousand miles and back. Just such scenes as this are enacted every day throughout the world by men with their share of the pioneer's blood, who, if their bodies are held back, wander over the world in spirit by means of radio where their forefathers 'traveled in books of exploration or adventure and where their descendants will go by television. During the day they are just ordinary people, but at night they roam the world amid as many trials of patience at least as ever the Spanish conquistadoresg and if the chance is ever of- ferred, as it was to Byrd and Wilcox, they will not be backward in going forward.