Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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THE DEBTOR Scene: Farmhouse of Mary Cass, a wi- dow. Time: 1840. Supper time. Place: Illinois. Enter Mrs. Cass, to prepare the meal. A knock at the center door. Mrs. Cass: Come in. QEnter a tall lanky boy with deep eyes and black hair.j Mrs. C: Why Abe, what brings you here this time of night and such a long distance too! I hope nothin's wrong. ' Abe: Yes, Mrs. Cass, somethin's wrong. but 'live come to make it right. Mrs. C: Surely, Abe, anything I can do. Is it a book? Abe: fAwkwardlyj: No, not this time. It's about something of your's. Mrs. C: Somethin' of mine! Whatever are you talking about? Surely you can't be meanin' the butter crock. ' Abe: No, it ain't about that, either, al- though I'm going to return that tomorrow. It's about when you were at the store this morning. Mrs. C: Well, for the lands sakes, speak! I can't for the life of me guess what you mean. I Abe: Well, you see when you was at the store this morning-well-well-I just hap- pened to charge you more than the right price for the lard. Believe me.. Mrs. Cass, I didn't mean to do it. It was just a sort of mistake. Mrs.-C: Of course, Abe, don't I know you well enough by this time to know that you ain't going to cheat anybody? How much was you off on the price? Abe: One cent. But- Mrs. C: A penny! And you come all this way for a- penny! Abe Lincoln, you oughter be spanked! The idea! Now sit down and have something to eat. The Lord save us! CExit Mrs. Cass to kitchen. Re-enter with some bread, butter and bacon. They sit down.j Abe: You see, Mrs. Cass, I didn't want you to think that I did that on purpose. Mr. Jenkins, he'd never forgive me. Mrs. C: Abe?-listen-You don't need to be worryin' about your reputation in this town. Everybody knows what you are and everybody trusts you. Now, you go up to Jim's room and pick out a book or two to take back with you. fExit Abej Mrs. C: Lands! What a boy! fRe-enter Abe.j There! take 'em with you. No hurry about returning 'em. Jim don't know how to read 'em. Abe: Thank you so much. I'll bring 'em back Monday. Good-bye. fAt door.j Mrs. C: What did you take, Abe? Abe: fSpeaking at doorwayj: A Thesis on the Criminal Law of Modern Eng- land and An Examination of the Political Government of The United States. Good night. fExit.j Mrs. C: That boy will make his way. mark my words! The End. -Donald Stevens A STORM Don't you love to sit and watch a storm- The driving sleet, the slowly twirling snow- When all your friends, if old or new, you know Are under shelter, dry, protected, warm? The world seems different I think after the snow Has covered the earth with a blanket of white, Whicll shines in the light of the moon and makes day out of night, While the vales become hills made of drifts by the winds which blow. If you donit stop to think of the ships out at sea or the planes Which have to fly in weather fair or foul, Or, in time of war, of soldiers fighting, dreaming Of a cozy chair, by a warm, cheery fire be- hind panes Through which one sees the snow and hears the winds which howl, Don't you love to sit and watch the snow fall, gleaming? -Ruth Clarke SUNSET The sun is slowly sinking in the west Casting shadows o'er the calm blue sea, The lofty clouds of purple, pink and blue, Are changing now to dark and somber hues As the day fades into the darkness of the night. --Clara Wendel Page Six

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CAMERAS I'm not going to even try to tell how cameras are made, how they work, or any- thing like that because, in the first place, I d0n't believe I know, and, in the second place, I don't believe you care. But camer- as are interesting enough when you think of the pictures they see, the different types and characteristics of people which they reveal. Who, even the most unassuming, does not try to look his best to the piercing eye of the camera? More people wear their best clothes, look their prettiest, smile their sweetest, appear as important as possible for the camera than for any state occasion. Think of the different kinds of people the camera sees. The young girl who loves to have her picture taken, but always says that it will not turn out well. Then the young man who wants to have his taken alone or looking the jolliest of a snappy group. Then there is Papa looking important in the family group, Mama smug, complacent, probably a trifle proud, and all the lovely little tots, with different expressions, according to their age and sex-the littlest either trying to get away from the camera, or else staring at it with one eye open and one shut. But there are so many types that one could not analyze them all so I will not try. -Ruth Clarke WALLS Wall, a noun: a solid inclosing fence of brick, stone, etc. The etc. is the most import- ant phrase in the definition. Ordinary Walls of brick and stone are frequently seen. But the etc. may stand for the four walls of a happy home which mav be made of wood and plaster, or, the walls of pretension, which are surrounding everybody and which though not visible to the eye, can be seen by the mind and the soul. There are many shut in by the walls of ignorance barring them from walking the broader and higher paths of life and happiness. The visible walls that mountains make can be cut through by the modern inventions, but no one has as yet found an invention to destroy forever the in- visible walls. -Mary Borel Eva: I'm going to New Paltz Normal. CU I'm going to teach History. Joseph: I'm going to Annapolis. I'm going to make History. WINTER NIGHTS When the fresh fallen snow thro-ws a pale Silver light, On the trees making silhoutte shrouds, I glance toward my friends in the palace of night When they're not kept at home by the clouds. Ursa Major, the dipper, the first one I met, Always greets me with her little bear. They are always near home with Polaris, so set Who does not let them stray from their lair. Then there's Cassiopia, a very old friend, I shall sit in her chair if I may, As I talk to Andromeda, who seems to be penned In her move 'cross the great milky way. Then I never could see why the Pleiades fair Could stay so near Taurus, the bull And Orion does not seem to notice them there Or I'm sure his brave heart-strings would pull. There's the Gemini, Castor and Pollux, who frown When Auriga can't tell who is who, But my, favorite, I think, is Corona. the crown, And Cignus the swan, I like too. When I walk by myself and no one is around, I'm not lonesome when I look above, I have friends in the sky when there's none on the ground V They're the stars, whom I always shall love. -4Dorothy Fitch FREE VERSE In the deep sky there was a cloud, A fleecy cloud yet real, ' From afar it seemed bright and luring But underneath it was dull. Its shade was cool enough, even cold, For there were no companions there. Before, I had been in the sun. The work was hard and tiresome, But. then, my labor was lightened by the thought That round me toiled my friends. A kindly word here, a helping smile there, And the feverish heat is forgotten, The work is made easier, lighter and more enjoyable All because of one's companions But now I am alone in the shade of the multitude. -Willard Meyer Page Five

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NATURE'S GUIDE-POSTS I suppose you have all seen a car full of tourists stopped before a maze of signposts. consulting road maps and signs, trying to decipher their message. I should like to see the-se people when they reach their desti- nation, which is so often the big woods. Can't you just see them-after a day of rambling in the woods, when night begins to fall-panic stricken creatures stampeding around, fainting, and performing other citi- fied antics? Why. I can almost hear a puff- ing lady lament the fact that there are no sign-posts or lights. Oh, if she only knew, but I guess few do, that the woods are just as full of guide-posts as any city-if one knows where to look. It isn't a science, set aside by itself, to be able to find ones self in the woods. It just requires the knowledge of a few facts. Perhaps the most outstanding guide-post is the sun. Everyone knows where the sun rises, and where it sets, therefore with just the knowledge of whether the time is morning or afternoon, one can easily tell in which di- rection he is going. If one doesn't know how to locate the sun on a cloudy day, or is in the midst of a down- pour, a glance at the bark of several trees will impart the desirable information. Real moss, not the heavy fungus type, grows on the trunks of trees, on the side where there is the most moisture. Now, the north side of the tree has the least chance for the suns rays to evaporate its moistureg therefore, moss is usually found on the north side of a tree. Don't select one tree-particularly if it is inclined, or prostrate, or if it is pro- tected from the weather-to tell you the secret. Pick out erect trees, more than one, and the majority will have the moss on the north side. If you are not yet satisfied, and there are pines or hemlocks near, as a rule, the feath- ery tuft, on the very top of the tree will point to the east, toward the rising sung or if there is a stump near by. where a fairly old tree has been sawed off, look at the an- nual rings. On the north side the rings will be thicker. You see Mother Nature has provided for the tree's protection, and has made the bark thicker on the north side. The center of the tree, therefore, will be nearer the south edge than the north. You can find most of these signs at night without a great deal of trouble, but if the stars are out, look for the Big Dipper, and follow the line of the two stars in the end of the bowl, the pointers-and they will point to the North Star, which of course in- dicates North. It's all very interesting to know these hundreds of little facts about the woods. There are many that the Indians have taught us, and still more that have been lost with the Vanishing American. If those city tourists and campers would at least pick up a book or an article regarding the woods, they would be saved many a panic when they get into the woods, and without any effort on their part. -Dorothy Fitch A PROVERB Of the many wise sayings that come to my mind, I think that one of Benjamin Frank- lin's may best be applied to the success of the individual. He said, Diligence is the mother of good luck. How often one hears the remark-the al- most envious remark- What wonderful luck that person must have l That per- son has probably succeeded in something in something, seemingly without exertion on his part. But is this last true? I doubt it. Almost without exception, this good luck has been attained after tireless efforts. To the unsuccessful part of the world, the successful man seems to possess some un- canny influence over things. Because of this wrong impression, these people remain unsuccessful. - Why should we exert our- selves when the 'fates' are working against us? is their thought. If one thinks that way, if he expects things just to happen, of course he will not succeed-for good luck is undoubtedly back- ed by diligence. -Hazel Coakley THESE LAST DAYS The last few days of school have come. To me it seems a shame To think we have to leave so soon To go and seek our fame. The days, so short, behind us fly So hurried, it seems, are we But we'll work and work for Rye Neck High To show our loyalty. -Clara K. Wendel Page Seven