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

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THE SENIOR DOME Page 9 excepl lhal lhere was no snow al Thal lime near Smylhe Manor llhe hol air rising lrom lhe manor had melled ill. The lwo ghosls mel again, aller a voyage d'exploralion aboul lhe Manor, lo decide upon a plan ol war. There was no collision lhal lime, lhey were looking lor each olher. Well, well, well, murmured Sir Edward lil seemed lo be a habil wilh himl have I gol news! Me loo, said Sir Henry, come on ove and sil down. I'm gelling lirecl.' Well, I-len, old lellow, whal's news? I heard old man Smylhe himsell lalking f a deleclive aboul a necklace he's going lo gil. his daughler. I-Ie's giving a parly lonighl ii. her honor. Lel's slick around. O. K., Hen, sounds good lo me. Oh, say, lhal musl have been lhe daughler lalking lo some young man. They wanl lo gel married bul her old man won'l Iel lhem, so lhey're planning lo elope lonighl. Nice couple, loo. Meanwhile, unknown lo lhe ghosls, Dirly Work was alool lil had: Iosl. ilsp horse in a crap gamel. One ol lhe hired wailers sleallhily approached one ol lhe large hampers which supposedly con- lained lood. Sssl-Spike, il's me, he hissed cau- liously, il's me, Red. Beller gel oul now, I gol somelhing lo lell you. O. K. Spill il. Lislen, il's II:3O now. Don'l you lhink you'd beller swipe lhe necklace and be clone wilh il? You sap, I already swiped il. Whal I'm wor- rying aboul is how lo gel oul ol here. Should I leave now? No, you dumb egg, wanla queer our game? The big guy's gol a llallool here. Bul I lound a swell hiding place lor you, one place lhey'II never lhink ol' looking lor you, up in lhe lower. And so Dirly Work and ils lwo accomplices wenl aboul lheir way. Lel us relurn lo our lwo heroes, Eddie and I-len. They are doing some- lhing good ghosls should never do, lhal is, peek- ing lhrough a window. Well, well, well, murmured Sir Eddie again, lhis is one swell parly. Bul, say, look al lhal old guy run downslairs. Looks exciled. Shul up, you lool, lhal's our hosl, Mr. Srnylhe. Don'l you know il's impolile lo speak ol your hosl in such a way? VVhal's he saying? I musl be gelling old, I can'l hear as well as I used lo. I-Ie's yelling somelhing aboul a necklace be- ing slolen. Come on, lel's help lhem. In lhe ballroom, Mr. Smylhe was exciledly iumping around. The necklace, il's slolenl Do somelhing, somebody! OuickI Come, come, Mr. Smylhe, said lhe deleclive soolhingly, puII yoursell logelher. Lel's go lo your sludy and lalk il over. Miss Smylhe and Mr. Hayes may come, loo. The resl ol you go on having your lun. In lhe sludy, lhe lour people laced each olh- er. The silence was broken by lhe deleclive who asked, Now, lell me iusl whal happened. I came up here lo gel lhe necklace, ancl noliced immedialely lhal lhe sale was open and lhe necklace gone. Who beside yoursell knew aboul il? Only you, mysell and Mr. Hayes, lhe ar- chilecl. Does Mr. Hayes know lhe combinalion? Why, ol course Tom knows lhe combinalionf' answered Phyllis lMiss Smylhel, I-Ie oughl lo: he gol lhe sale lor Daddy. Lel's see, Mr. Smylhe, you and I lell lhe sludy al I I P. M. Il's now II:45. Er, Mr. I-Iayes, where were you lhe Iasl lhree quarlers ol an hour? Why, er-I was in my room, I er-had a head- ache. slammered Tom. This looks very suspicious, sir. I wonder-- See here, young lellow, I warn you lo hand over lhe necklace. You've gol a nerve lrying lo make love lo my daughler and lhen slealing her presenl. I did no such lhing, sir, and I really love your daughler. Why, Daddy, how can you say such a lhing? Tom wouldn'l hurl me lor lhe world, would you, I l

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L THE GI-IGSTS HELP CUT by GRACE CLARK 'Twas a cold winTer nighT in The middle oT December. Or perhaps iT wasn'T The middle, nearer The end. Anyway, iT was ChrisTmas Eve. IT had snowed all day, all nighT, all week, all- we'd beTTer sTop There. The scene was a sTudy in black and whiTe. A large hill, whiTe againsT The black sky, and doTTed inTermiTTenTly wiTh black brush, Trees and shrubs, sTood ouT like a senTinel, silenT and alone. AT The TooT oT The hill, a dark Tigure was weaving iTs way in and ouT among The Trees, and was evidenTly climbing The hill. Reaching a poinT Trom which The Top oT The hill could be seen, The Tigure sTopped and suddenly recoiled. Sir Henry EverTon, H548-l634l, who was The Tigure climbing The hill, was Torn by a sudden desire To laugh and cry aT The same Time. lT was his sad and solemn cluTy To haunT EverTon CasTle every ChrisTmas Eve lwhich acT he had perTormed regularly every Eve aT I2 P. M., and here he was, all ready To do his biT, buT he had no casTle To haunTl EverTon CasTle, which had sTood on ThaT hill Tor so many years, was no longer There! Now ThaT's a dirTy Trick To play on a poor, unsuspecTing, hard-working ghosT, he exclaimed, l wonder iT iT could have been one oT Those pracTical iokers l've heard so much abouT. He looked around Tor The pracTical ioker, and noT Tinding him, sTarTed To descend The hill. The nexT momenT, he was Thrown inTo The snow by a sudden collision wiTh someone who exclaimed, l say, old Tellow, why don'T you waTch where you're going? You'll geT killed ThaT way some day. Here, leT me brush you oTT, you had a nasTy Tall. The inTruder brushed Sir Henry OTT and helped him geT up. Suddenly he seemed To recognize Sir Henry. Aren'T you Sir Henry EverTon, born in I548 and died in I634 by requesT? he asked. Sir Henry grudgingly admiTTed he was him- selT, and The oTher ghosT brighTened visibly. Well, well, well, he murmured, Tancy meeT- ing you here, aTTer all These years. Don'T you remember me? l'm your grandson, Sir Edward EverTon H629-l683l? Why, so iT is, said Sir Henry, peering closer, My, my, you cerTainly have changed since I saw you lasT. You've goTTen Thinner. l know: l've been on a dieT. I was geTTing Too TaT. And The reason why l'm so laTe TonighT is ThaT l Tore a big hole in my besT haunTing suiT iusT beTore l was going To leave. BUT where's The casTle? l can'T Tind iT anywhere. l was iusT going To ask you, Sir Edward. I can'T imagine. WaiT a minuTe, Though, here comes Sir Horace Spengs, who haunTs The man- or To The leTT oT us. WaTch ouT how you Talk To him, he's very high-haT. Hi! Horace, old kid? l am very well, er, ThaT is, as well as can be expecTed in These days oT depression, answered Sir Horace sTiTTly. l suppose you wanT To know abouT The casTle? And howl yelled The oTher Two ghosTs, so vociTerously ThaT Sir Horace was momenTarily Taken aback, buT only momenTarily, Tor he soon recovered his aplomb and announced casually, They have removed your ancesTral domain To America. and looked aT The Tingernails oT his righT hand in The manner oT The besT? deTecTives. Americal yelled Sir Sidney. Americal screamed Sir Edward. Sir Horace looked aT Them wiTh an air oT uTTer disdain aT such vulgariTy, and sTalked ma- iesTically oTT, leaving The Two bewildered ghosTs To Themselves. LeT's leave Them There To collecT Their ThoughTs, which had been scaTTered by The col- lision, and visiT The new siTe oT EverTon CasTle. The scene is pracTically The same as in England

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Page IO THE SENIOR DOME Tom? Why, Tom, whaT's The maTTer? You look like you've seen a ghosTI No-ThaT's iTI The Tower! and Tom Turned and ran ouT of The room. The deTecTive, be- wildered, followed him, and Mr. Smyfhe, affer a momenT's hesiTaTion, also followed. Tom, was, of course, The firsf To reach The Tower. The large door commanding The enfrance slammed iusT as he goT There and he Tried To open iT in vain. The deTecTive soon arrived and Tried To help him, buf iT looked as Though Their uniTed efforfs were To be of no avail. Suddenly a shriek rang ouT. Lemme ouTa here, and The door opened quickly as a very excifed person fairly Threw himself inTo Their arms. ThaT's The Thief, said Tom. Yeah, I hooked The necklace, I admif iT, I'll confess To everyfhing buT geT me ouTa here! Oufside our Two heroes were Talking Their advenfure over. Well, well, welI, murmured Sir Eddie, we cerTainIy had a good Time, The mosf I've had for a couple of cenfuries. lT's Things like ThaT ThaT make haunTing pleasanf. You know, when I was sTanding oufside of ThaT sTudy window Telling ThaT young fellow where The Thief was, I almosf resolved To seTTle down and be a good ghosf. IT I had'n'T been so bad when I lived, I'd be nice and peaceably playing a harp by now. Come now, Eddie, don'T be so downhearfed. We should look on The brighf side of life. WaiT Till I Tell you all The fun I had. WhaT did you do? l was sfanding ouTside The Tower door, and every Time ThaT Thief sTarTed To come ouT, I sTuck my head ouT and yelled BOO aT him. Then he sfarfed To climb ouT of The window, so I wenT around and scared him some more. I guess he ThoughT he'd be safer wiTh Those humans. I.eT's go and peek in The sTudy window again. So The ghosfs very unghosfly peeked Through The window. The scene There made Them beam upon each oTher in admirafion, for Mr. Smyfhe was acTually smiling aT The Two lovers, and The deTecTive was shaking Tom's hand and congraf- ulafing him. EveryThing had Turned ouT happily for The young couple. Ik wk at Somewhere, The Two ghosfs had been sum- moned before Eafe. Sir I-Ienry EverTon and Sir Edward EverTon, you have been summoned here upon a very serious maTTer, said The Voice solemnly. You are charged wiTh noT having done your duTy in haunfing EverTon Casfle. What have you To say for yourself? Silence reigned. The Voice confinued, Since you say nofhing I Take This as a sign of guilT. I Therefore senfence you To efernal happiness for your reward in hav- ing helped a human To gain his righfs. You are dismissed. Sir Edward broke The silence. Well, well, weIl, he murmured.