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

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HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY THE GREAT AM'ERICAN DESERT' The sun beat with relentless pity on the shrivelling desert. Not a living thing was in sight. Our motor car chugged laboriously along as if that. too, were loathe to move undcr the heat of the midday sun. Far in the distance was a beautiful lake surrounded by glistening green palms-a mirage set there to lead weary travellers astray to die. The simmering heatwaves were ever be- fore us, stretching on all sides in an end- less expanse of sand, dotted with cacti and sagebrush that stood parched and motionless in the oppressive air. The sun slowly sank but still the hot sands reflected the fearful heat. A slight wind sprang up but it too was laden with uncom- fortable heat. The road began to rise upwards and the air became cooler. The vegetation took on a more lively hue. VVe had left the desert behind us. R. Hains NIAGARA FALLS A deep and ominious rumble was ushered slowly into our ears. Nearer and nearer, louder and louder the rumble became. The air was pleasantly moist and refresh- ingg and as we drew nearer to the source of the rumble, it became oddly damp. lVe turned a sharp corner and our ears were struck by the roar of tons of falling water. Hazy 'mists rose upward and re- flected the light of a thousand rainbows. Every tree was spangled with the glitter of millions of unset diamonds that danced and sparkled in the morning sun. Night-. The mysterious mists soaring upward were cut by flashing searchlights that flickered and flashed and swept across the sky in a blaze of brilliant reflection. Above all this beauty roared the great mass of water. It filled our heads with strange buzzings that were not missed until we had been many hours on our way. Robert Hains Page Twenty-0 ne

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THAT OLD ARK OF MINE When first I camc by you, I called you Chevrolet It was so refined and swanky You know. Old age crept on apace and Things were lost. A fender or perhaps a wheel Had gone. Faithful still and strong the name I changed to chevy, Hard use with little rest. Rough roadsg you nevcr did complain Gas and oilg an occasional drink VVas all you asked. Tillie wore on, parts wore out The top, running board another fender Were left along the way. Still it runs and gets me there. The name of chevy has again been changed Not from lack of love or irreverence For I name it as it looks- The Ark. Robert Hains SLOW DECOM POSITION Bang, splash, bang, crash, Growled the waves at the foot of the rocks. They pounded here, they pounded there, And cach day left a few little marks. Now a great many years have passed And still the waves roll in. Not banging and crashing, But gliding and gurgling Over the pulverized rocks. Eugene Periconi Junior: VVhy did they arrest Dr. Blank? Soph: Oh, he had a patient with a scalp wound, so he put a tourniquet around his neck. Chem. Teacher: VVhen water becomes ice, what great change takes place? Nick: The change in price. GONE! Sunset. A scudding ship upon a sullen sea. Night. Wind. Storm! Typhoon! The soft tropical morning broke on 21 scene of tranquility. A tiny island with its lone survivor. Days passing into weeks, weeks into years of eager waiting. Waiting for a sail. A ship to take him back to civilization. The notches on the door frame had in- creased to seven. Still no ship, not even a sail on the hazy horizon. Another morning touched with the splen- dor of 3 tropical sunrise. Another day of watching and waiting. A ship! Sails set! Outward bound! A frenzied shout! Outward bound! Into the haze of the horizon. Seven year's wait for this! Gone! Gone! Gone! Robert C. Hains WOODLAND SHADOWS We walked thru the wood at twilight, When the princely trees Cast lengthening shadows O'er beds of green moss, And birds proclaimed their presence By whistling evening calls. We walked and were happy, Little dreaming that the shadow of Death was longest And the call of Death loudest. Rose Pokorny SEE AMERICA FIRST Clrawford Notch There lies in a rugged notch of the White Mountains, a tiny village surrounded by towering and rugged crags sometimes glist- ening in the fading sun, sometimes shrouded with lacy veils of low-hanging clouds. Groups of pines break the monotony of the ragged slope. Scattered here and there they add a touch of color and enchantment to the mountain fastness. The stupendous majesty of these grim and silent sentinels left us with a feeling of awe as we left the deepening shadows of the valley and wended our way upward to meet the setting sun. R. Hains Page Twenty

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WHISKERS AND BALDNESS To the Maluaroneck Playhouse I jour- neyed one evening, not so very long ago, to see an exciting cowboy thriller, Ah! how llly heart beat with joy anew, as '1'0lll Mix first 0211110 into view. His head was crowned with a superabundance of lux- uriant hair, his face was as smooth and his colnplexion as clear as tllilt of any little scllool-girl. Truly, he lllllSt have used Palm Qlive. At tllat lllonlent, however, a large man entered and occupied the seat directly in front of IIIC. Instantly I was transported frolll a Plfilllll of boundless joy to the sordid, uninspiring realities of life. The man was bald, as bald as the llloon. The llllll light was reflected hy his head, and altllollgll it did not shine in llly eyes, I was decidedly llncolllfortahle hy the nearness of his hairless head. On second inspection, I noticed tllat he had a thick, stubby, black beard. Well nigll llllll0SSllDlC to sllave his face clean! 'Where hair was not desired, there it grew, where it was sorely needed, it obstillately refused to grow. The incongruity of it all almost sickened me. Wlly', I asked myself, ill this country of geniuses, is there no Illllll Wll0 can devise a rellledy for this palpable defect of male beauty. I, lnyself, can give no practical advice, bllt lllost likely there is someone in this wide, wide world, perhaps among you. wllo can change this sad state of affairs. My lll0St foolish advice is tllat Congress should pass a bill to come to the succor of the bald lllilll. It might read sollletlling like this: , To all lIlU.lC citizens of the United States alld Dependencies: After .Iuly lst, 1929, all men over 18 years of age will be required to Sll2lVC their heads, and let their beards grow to a lellgtll not less than one-half incll. The penalty for any infraction of this law is five years in jail, or ten thousand dollars fine, or both. Worse laws than this have already been passed, and therefore, 1 have not yet given up hope entirely. Ladies and gentlemen, please let it be known right here and now, that I aln not ridiculing the bald man. Far be it frolll me to do so. Only recently, a hair specialist informed lne to my great consternation, tllat I will be bald before I am 30 years of age. However, a ray of hope still shines in my troubled soul. A nledical man, of high stand- ing in this thriving community stated. after a thorough physical exalnination, that I will not live to be 25 years old. These words, as you can readily perceive, were a great re- lief to IDC. Before I close, I would like to say that I can now cheerfully pass on the happy news: The Good Lord always provides for his children. Alld, I Zllll please.l to say, it looks as though he has not forgotten ine. Lincoln Belluscio HOMES EVERYWHERE Everywhere one looks there SCCIIIS to be a new developlllent, fllll of houses ready for sale or rent. Soon they are filled and every- one is content, not only the people therein but also their free boarders. Free boarders? How and why? I see you are sllrprised, bllt stop for a lnolllent and consider! Hulnans aren't the only ones wllo require shelter and lodgings, tllink of all the inllabitants of the air and then the underworld. They, too, have their worries of llolnelife bllt when tlley have selected, just as people do, tlleir llolnes, tlley llllly be in the chimney,--QOh, no wonder our fireplace doesn't workj, or in the eaves,-fSo that was the noise the otller nightj or tlley lllay have moved to tllat lovely tree in the corner of the garden, and tlley are happy. Then, tllere are the insects. In the ground tlley find their ideal ll0!lll'- and we lllust not forget the frequent and llnwelconle visitor. the mouse. After all, once they're settled, what care tlley tllilt the tenant has to pay a montllly slllll to that grollchy-looking agent? I wonder would Mr. So and So lllind paying so much if he knew the shelter and happiness he gives to so many forgotten friends, for, even if tlley don't pay in molley, tlley are the ones wllo II12lliC life worth living witll tlleir IIlCI'l'y chatter. Helen Hay Page Twenty-two