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

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SHE HUMBLY TAKES HER LEAVE IRMIA ZWERGEL, '36 Six o'clock. Lew Travers threw the evening paper Cwhose stark black headlines shrieked that Tony Gagalonobidanando had killed live policemen, and in consequence a dozen or so innocent bystand- ersj on the porch table, and entered the house sniffing expectantly for the culinary odors that should have been issuing from his wife's oh-so-modern kitchen at this hour-odors of beefsteak, of hot soup, of steaming plates of vegetables-substantial smells for a hungry man. None came. Only a faint suggestion of something sweet and sticky-a smell almost nauseating to him in his present positively- famishing state. Mabel? questioningly, as he proceeded to the so-called kitchen, in reality a marvel -in miniature. A figure coiled fthe word occurred to Lew as almost an inspira- tion as he peered into the apartmentj itself about a chair next to the porcelain table. It unwound itself and looked at Lew through half- shut eyes, Tallulah Bankhead style. . Then, langorously, Mabel isn't here, Lew. Mrs. Nea1's baby -fsqualling little brat-has-what do you call it?-yes, croup, and Mabel went over to see if she could do anything. I'm iixing some- thing for us. The unsmiling lips drooped to their customary down- ward curve, and the cooking at the table continued. This was Mabel's older sister, originally christened Jane, but long since changed to Jhaane-- So much less. . .p1ebeian. . . as she explained. At twenty-eight Jhaane was no more stenographer-or school teacher-or saleswoman-or home-maker-my no, she had PLANS. Acting, she would tell you, resting her chin on her carmen and silver-tipped fingers, is something as vividly alive as. . . as nature! Then, deprecatingly, but you wouldn't understand, I suppose. Yes, Jhaane had plans, plans in which subdued violet footlights, New York sign-lights, and the stirring love lights in the masculine eyes of Clark Gable, her future leading man, were rather confusedly blended. In the meantime, influenced by Mabel's earnest pleadings, Lew ted, clothed, and tolerated her, while Broadway and success were 'just around the comer: Mabel had stood in awe of her older sister when the latter was a finished product of a finishing school, and she a mere high school student. Perhaps- she still retained a little of this awe. Certainly she did not take Lew's pessimistic attitude in regard to her abilities. Lew ate his supper with little grunts of displeasure. We had lemon cheese an'-what was it?--polly-wog?-I beg your pardon- frog's legs last night, dear, he told Mabel at breakfast next morning, smiling ever so sweetly. ' THE SENIOR DOME Page15 X

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4 P A FIGURE COILED Margaret Oswald

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Jhaane sat up straight-for her. Lemon cream cheese, she corrected. , Mabel choked on a piece of bacon, and furtively noticed that Lew greedily devoured four eggs instead of his customary two. Oh Jane! she reproved. CShe was still Jane to the kid sister.j I told you to heat the lentil soup. VVhy, dear, -to Lew- I had potatoes and meat and beans all ready to be warmed up-and rice pudding. Jane! . An ominous silence. Jhaane shrugged her drooping shoulders. Lentil soup! So very. . .plebeian! This as she daintily nibbled a supper-roll, of the variety known as 'Jewish seed.' It was very good salad, Mabel. I took it from the recipe that Mrs. Duvon D'Arville used at the Theatre Guild Banquet. The Theatre Guild Banquet! Lew struggled viciously with an egg. Majestically, The Theatre Guild Banquet. Marie Bassile, Edmond Stone, the Baron Von Helm-people- glaring at her brother-in-law -- who appreciate delicacies were there. Then, rising from the table and waving a demonstrative hand about, somewhat in the fashion of a band-leader, Lentil soup, eggs, gar- bage, husbands. . . Weiss' ice-truck had just stopped at the door. It completed Jhaane's train of thought. . . .and. . .icemen! she said with the utmost disgust. Plebeian! Menialsl UghI ' She wrapped her velvet dressing gown with the somewhat mangy fur more tightly around her, and slunk up the stairs. Ughl reiterated the husband. If she thinks she. . . A ten-cent piece, Joe. . . and be careful about the milk bottle. Joe shambled in and expertly swung the cake of ice in the box in the manner calculated to make the most confusion. I ain't gonna deliver the ice no more, Mrs. It ain't a payin' job with these here frigidaires. But my cousin's gonna take the route, and I'd like you to take from him if you can. Mabel was very housewifely. Why certainly, Joe. I'm sorry you're leaving. Have you a job? A promise of one. Well, my cousin'll be around early to- morrow. Good day. The screen-door slammed and Joe shambled down the alley. Lew put down his napkin with a little flourish. Inventions, he said in a profound and superior husband-like manner. They're putttiling men out of jobs every day. Look at the steamshovel. Look at e. . . . . Pagans 'rr-In SENIOR-DOME