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

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. ' -I ' Physiography teachers: You talk so much, I thought the northeastern trade winds were loose in the room when I came in. You fat Mollweide projection of a petrified ape, your head is so thick it would stop a meteorite. If you don't behave, you'll think you were hit by a typhoon, a tornado, and a cyclone, in one. Physics teachers: You broken resistance coil, why don't you keep up with the class? You have absolutely no electro-motive force in your whole inert carcass. Why not study at night, you leaky calorimeter? ' I make about as much impression on you as a low watt, 'high frequency, electric arc. American History teachers: You have about as much chance to pass this subject as the second United States Bank had of a new charter when Jackson was re-elected President. You're about as useful around here as the Battle of New Or- leans. You keep your promise as they did the Sussex Pledge. I'd sooner pay off the Public Debt myself than give you a higher mark. You pay about as much attention to class as the Germans did to Wilson's protests against submarines. Get out, you crime of reconstruction. . Those are just a few of the items on the long list of suggestions which the Hon. Mr. Daetsmlo has compiled. Any teacher of a sub- ject not mentioned above may be greatly aided by the suggestions found in Mr. Daetsmlo's little pamphlet on How to Swear and Get Away With It by addressing him at his country home, corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, New York City. There is no charge for this service. However, twenty cents must be sent with the order for postage. Ten cents must also be enclosed to pay for the materials Cpaper, ink, etc.J used in the booklet: and a slight donation for the starving children of one-legged Irishmen would be greatly appreciated, and would assure the orderer of a pre- ference in the granting of leaflets, as there is a limited-number of copies to be sold and everyone cannot be satisfied. No orders can be returned to the sender. Page12i A THE SENIOR DOME

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Economic teachers: By the great Malthusian Law of Population, I've never met 'such a dumb class. Sit up, you block of watered stock. You inflated piece of fiat money, leave the room. You'1l get your papers back when I return them to you. What do you think I am, a Public Utility? Q'- You may be a gold certificate to your mother, but you're just an unendorsed check to me. You flagrant violation of the law of demand and supply! Where did you come from? Foreign Language teachers: The soft heart of Dr. Daetsmlo was not wrenched by the plight of this particular order of educators. These people, pointed out the eminent professor, with characteristic clearness and insight, can retire at will into the protecting arms of the language which they teach, and, by avoiding such terms as Diablo, or Sacre, the meaning of which might possibly be guessed at by the youthful listeners, they can express themselves freely in the foreign tongue without much danger of detectiong a fact which, we suspect, is very well known by the language teachers themselves. Chemistry teachers: Ga1loping filtrates and broken funnels, clean up that mess. Listen, you supersaturated solution of potassium cyanide, do what I tell you. Don't talk to me like that, you insignificant iiask of H203 I'll hit your mercury-filled skull so hard that they won't be able to collect the pieces with a magnet. Say another word, and I'll drown you in concentrated nitric acid! Speech teachers: You are about as cultured and refined as the Brooklyn Accent. You lateral lisp, I'd like to hit your relaxed jaw so hard that it would get entangled with your vocal chords. All the sounds expressible in International Phonetics cannot describe my feelings towards you. Out! thou false chord of my existence! 37 THE SENIOR DOME 1 Pagell

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STARS Our garden is a heaven Filled with Bowers like the lights afar In the blue night-sky above us, Where each bright light is a star. Mary Seubert, '37 OPEN AIR CCNCERT The Moon, Surrounded by hundreds of twinkling stars, i Is smiling down on the audience underneath. A breeze, Light and gentle, Is caressing the cheeks of the listeners. The stage, A ball of blazing light Is the center of all eyes. A melody, Light and rhythmic Floating through the night, Assures a holy and serene mood. Emma Langlein, '34 A WINTER N161-IT The white fir trees stand straight and tall Like faithful entinels guarding all: 0'er the treetops, bleak and strong, Rings the North Wind's lusty song. In the silence of it all, Comes the screech owl's quivering call. While the moon, so round.and bright, Shines upon the sleeping night. Margaret Lesser, '37 THE SFNIOR DOME Page13