Roosevelt High School - Bwana Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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WVZAJNI Well, you must have missed the four corner columns that can't be seen so well from here, for I count fifty-four, said Jerry. Nope, you're both wrong. There are fifty-eight columns. I've checked and double checked, said Walt. However, after we had all counted the columns again, we arrived at the conclusion that we were all wrong, for there are fifty-six columns. I..et's see, we still have to get some red hair, a l929 penny, a spinning top from a box of Cracker Jack, history of a Capybara, and some colored water from the fountain. Does either of you have a I929 penny? Mine are l928, and I934. I don't. Nor I. Same here. Well, we simply have to get one. Margie told me that her group had one when we were on our way to the opera. There's only one way to do it, said Janet in her practical mannerg 'iwe'll have to ask everyone we see if he has one. Surely someone will have one. Since you suggested it, you may have the honor of being the first to ask, retorted jerry, who was none too fond of the idea. Ah, here comes someone now. Ask him. Here goes. Pardon me, sir, but do you have a I929 penny that you would be willing to trade for a i928 penny? Do I what? asked the gentleman with surprise. Have a 1929 penny. After a moment's inspection, No, l'm afraid I don't have any penni-es. Would a l929 nickel do? No, thank you. And off we scurried, headed for a parked auto. Walt took the responsibility of being the interviewer this time. 'Scuse me, but do you have any I929 pennies? Can't say that I do, replied the stranger without looking. O, K. Thanks, returned Walt with a disgruntled air. Might as well amble on, gang. It doesn't seem as if we'll get a penny. Aren't many people out here to ask. Might as well stop and think of what we'll do next, offered Jerry, who was dried out by now. Hey, sonny, shouted a voice from the parked car. Yes, sir, returned Walt, who realized that he was being addressed. I-Iere. I just found this. With this statement, the stranger handed Walt a copper cent with i929 plainly stamped on it. Thanks, so much, Walt replied enthusiastically. lf we hadn't waited here, we wouldn't have received this. There must be some truth in the old proverb, Haste makes waste, go slowly. We'd better go to the zoo now and get our Capybara descriptiong and Twenty -three

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WAN A FOREST PARK FROLIC WAS one of about twenty who were enjoying a balmy May afternoon ! in Forest Park scavenger hunting. We were divided into groups of four, each group having to seek its own collection of material. Our group, the outstanding one, had some interesting and exciting experiences which l shall try to tell you. Walt, a tall, stalwart boy of sixteen, was the leader of our little group: but Janet and Jerome, better known as jerry, had much to do with our success. A l929 penny, a pink transfer, red hair, two tadpoles, acorns, spinning top from a Cracker Jack box, Muny Opera information, history of Capybara, wild flower, said Walt half aloud and half to himself, as he scanned the list. Wow, what a list! And that's not all. Look at this! Colored water from the colored fountain in front of the pavilion! The ones who made this list thought of everything! Well, let's get started. Wait, said Jerry. While we're near the lagoon we might as well catch our two tadpolesf' So down we went to the lagoon. Jerry stretched out on the pier, Walt scanned the brink from the bank, and Janet and I walked along the edge of the water looking intently for polliwogs. There's one! shouted Janet. Where? our voices rang out simultaneously. There, said Janet, near the pier, Jerry. jerry, using both bands to grab at the polliwog, and reaching out exceed- ingly far, lost his balance. Splash! ln a split second, a dripping head emerged from the ruffled surface of the lagoon. But Jerry's spirits were not dampened just because he was soaking wet. With a triumphant grin, he shouted, l've got it. After safely depositing his precious catch in a tin can full of water that Walt held, Jerry climbed up on the pier, muddy and dripping wet. After Jerry had wrung himself as dry as possible, we decided to forget about a second tadpole and go to the opera to count the columns behind the free seats. On our way to the opera, we found a pink transfer, a rather wilted looking flea-bane Cwild flowerl, and some hollow acorns. When we reached the opera, we decided to investigate the scenery, stage, new towers, and other points of interest. The gates were locked. After climbing over the fence, jerry, Janet, and I started amusing ourselves by singing excerpts from Rio Rita to the empty amphitheatre. Walt, who had had some difficulty in getting his lanky frame over the fence, managed to get over just in time to meet the policeman who was chasing us off the stage. We went up to the portico at the back of the amphitheatre. Each of us counted the columns to himself. l count fifty, remarked janet. Twenty-two

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WVAJSI on the way, be sure to keep your eyes open for a red-head, for we have to get a red hair somewhere. just as we were nearing the bird cage, jerry dashed off like a real sprinter. What's the big attraction? Walt asked Janet. Ml don't know.--Oh, yes, l do. lt's a red-head, replied Janet. ul-le's returning now at full speed. Must have good news. Whew, ejaculated Jerry when he had caught his breath. Well, l got the hair. l had an awful time talking her into giving it to me, but she did finally consent. just then we spied another group of our scavenger hunters, who were not so successful with their collection. We'd better hurry, anyway, urged Walt. We got our Capybara description from one of the zoo attendants. Upon checking up on our list, found that we had only two more things to get: colored water from the fountain and a spinning top from a Cracker jack box. We were rather tired at this stage of the game anyway, so we decided that some refreshments might renew our energy. First, we bought some soda, but we saved some of it for the fountain water, since the fountain wasn't running. Then we bought some Cracker jacks, hoping to get a spinning top in one of the boxes. First, janet opened her box. instead of a spinning top, her prize was a little tin bracelet that broke the first time she wore it. Walt opened his box next. How disgusting! A watch! Then l opened my box, and just imagine my thrill when I saw a little tin tank to be used when playing Hsoldieru. Well, ,Ierry's box was our last hope, for we needed just this one thing to complete our collection. We weren't superstitious, but, nevertheless, we held our thumbs while Jerry hastily opened the box. Oh, joyl There was a spinning top. Triumphant, we hurried back to the camping grounds where a welcome fire was crackling, for the air had begun to grow cool as the sun sank. After we had taken our fill of good things to eat, the scavenger collections were judged, and who do you think won? We did, by a spinning top and a pollywogl CAROLYN LORENZ MIDNIGHT Ghosls stalk the moor at midnight, The winds whine and twist over slushy, heathered earth after the rain. The lank hound bemoans the potential advent of the day, Fallen, monster irees lie upon the earth like naked, unburied corpses, While worms, devouring the flesh of the dead, grouel in the glory of the dirt. -Bob Lewis Term 2 Twenty-four