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

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YE OLD MELODRAMA, ENTITLED How CHALK llUs'r SAVED 'rum EARTHU Il'iIh rzpolrngics to the author of Sadie flu' Sewing fllfltdliill' Gfrln Scene: Mountain Laboratory of Professor P'l'-cn, on the night of August 123, 1897. Professor is reading a book by a pale green l5gfght, when clock in the distance strikes ten p. ni. Enter llr. Ambrose. Pro. Qllloqu'-ntlyj: Ah, I sec you are on time, lloetor. It certainly does one good to see someone punctual around here when all these peons are so lazy. Doc.: I am glad to be of service to you professor. lint I aiu mystitied by that letter you sent me. What did you mean when you said, Come up to my laboratory if you wish to see some wholesale destruction. What did you mean by that? Pro.: Listen carefully and don't interrupt me. I h'iven't much time left to accomplish my plan. Doc.: Plan? What plan? Pro.: To destroy the world! Ha! Ha! Yes, lloctor, my great ambition is to be real- ized tonight. liver since they have forced me to live here in Mexico, an outcast to the world, I have waited for this sweet moment when I can lnake them feel as I have felt. And all because I experimented with a few living persons. I tell you they would not have amounted to much! I picked them up in the slums of Chicago and made exhaustive tests of their brains. They registered al- most zero and it was an act of kindness to exterminate them. But the silly authorities eouldn't see it that way. so I had to escape down here. lint tonight I'll show them. I'll show them! When I pull down thc switch that turns on the current they won't know wh:1t's hit them. 'I'hey'll scurry around and try to get away from the awful heat-but they won't be able to. I'll have them in my power! lla! Ha! Clloctor rushes over to him.j Doc.: Heavens, Professor, you must be crazy! VVhat's the matter with you anyway? llere, sit down and rest yourself. Come on now be a good fellow sit down. Let me give you a needle of morphine in the arm and you'll feel better. Pro.: Now, Doctor, there's no use in your trying to calm me down with any of your silly drugs. I'm not insane, as you think, and I know what I'm doing. Sit down and don't interrupt me. I've got only 13 minutes to tell you the story, before the moon will be in the right position for the experiment. Doc. fliewilderedj: The Moon? P1'o.: Yes the Moon. Listen! You know that carbon is one of the most abundant ma- terials cn the earth's surface. Think of all the forests on the earth, all the coal beds and all the petroleum fields and you will get an idea how much carbon there is. Now then, I have here a machine, which I have per- fected, that will liqnify carbon at a temper- ature of 111300 degrees Centrigrade. Then by means of V Rays. which I have also dis- covered, the carbon is held suspended on the top of the rest of the solution. Then when this carbon is suddenly cooled a solid sub- stance is formed which is known in the com- mercial world as- Doc.: As a diamond. Yes, I understand it all Professor. It's a diabolical scheme, and if your machine works you will have made the whole world one solid uncut dia- mond. But why aren't you content by mak- ing a few and then sell them at a great price? Pro.: I don't want money, Ambrose, I want to see the world destroyed! QCrashes hand down on desk.j Look! There are only live minutes left. I'll prove that my ma- chine does work. I have here on this table a small working model of the large one you saw outside on the top of the mountain. See, I will take a handful of dirt and put it in this container. Then by turning on the cur- rent, as you see, the dirt is raised in 14- seconds to 41300 degrees.-Now see what happens when I turn on the V Rays-See the layer of dark substance on the top? That's the melted carbon.-Now notice that I take this large can of water and throw it on the carbon. Look out! That steam will give you a bad burn. At the moment the steam is given off enough pressure is formed to make a nice sized diamond-Here let me lake it out of the box and you can keep it. It won't be worth much in a few minutes, though, because the whole earth will be the same. Doc. fllramaticallyjz You can't do such a thing! Think of the destruction it will cause. Why all your relations, all the wo- Page '1'wenty-four

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HOOFBEATS The little town of Corteze lay serenely sleeping 'ncath the glittering stars of the desert sky. Two blinding flashes followed by shatter- ing roars smashed thc solitude. Two crashes roared back an answer. The clatter of horse's hoofs along the dusty road died away in the distance. A dusty cowboy sat gazing thoughtfully at a huge poster that reflected his bronzed countenance. His thoughtfulness was due. no doubt, to the inch tall letters, 3'l410,000 Re- ward Dead or Alive! He carelessly drew from l1is pocket the makins and rolled himself a cigarette. He smoked calmly for a few minutes more, and then with a defiant cluck to his horse sped down the dusty road with a clatter of hoofs growing fainter and fainter in the distance. With a price of 510,000 on his head he should have been careful, but he wasn't. He rode defiantly and carelessly into the quaint little town of Losenge, hitched his horse and ambled into the dingy saloon. His pli- able figure was resting nonchalantly against the bar when a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, 11 silver badge flashed before his eyes and a gruff voice in his ear said, Got you at last eh. Bill?y' He swung about and went for l1is guns but it was too late. Don,t try to Billy, it ainit safe. Come on peaceful likef' Stripped of his weapons he could do nothing else. His careless freedom was being infringed upon by iron bars! He, the rider of the trail, a prisoner! Sunset. Two horses hitched to the rail before the sheriff's office. The sheriff from Corteze was ready to start back with Billy. The journey of eighty miles had begun. Billy was on his way to be tried. Twenty miles of the journey were covered before the sheriff decided to call a halt for the night. Camp was pitched, a fire built and coffee set to boil. Slipper over, the horses were tethered out and the men set themselves to sleep. That is the sheriff went to sleep, but Billy was planning for his escape! The sheriff slumbered on all unconscious of Billy's hand stealthily seeking the key to the handcuffs. At last, a tiny piece of metal, a subdued click, the manacle dropped from his wrist. He was free! He arose softly and drew on his pants and chaps. He crept slowly to the staked horses and threw the saddle over his own bay. Re- leasing the sheriff's animal he slapped it re- soundingly and watched it race down the level road. He went back and emptied the guns, appropriating two for himself and rode slowly off. He raised his voice, Hi sheriff, hi! The sheriff awoke with a start and saw a flashing figure pounding down the road, He swore softly. then shouted. but to his cars came back only the pounding of a h0rse's hoofs. Robert Hains OUR TEAM SCORES AGAIN By Harold Harriott It is the last moment of play And the game in progress Is very exciting indeed. Yea! Rah! Rah! Rickety-ax-c Shouts like these Permeate the tense atmosphere. o-ax ! Team! Team! and ever team! I cannot say which team Is playing harder. But it is only for the moment. One goal will end the battleg One mistake will cause a victory pause The ball is in the air, VVinging its way Toward our goal, Having left the Captain's hands Silence: Then One long cheer Resounds through the gymnasium And informs the spectator That one side Is exultant in victory. Which side? one asks. The answer Home Team! Is lost in the din. Hains: Look out for your balloon tires, mister. Motorist: VVhy, what's the matter? Hains: There's a fork in the road aheadf Page Twenty-three

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men and children will perish! Pro. CWith a sneerj: We haven't any time to think of women and children, and I haven't any relatives so what do I care. I never thought of your wife, but now we havcn't time, for in 85 seconds the moon will be in her exact location! And the deed will be done! Doc. Qlildging near the l'rof.j: But what has the moon to do with it? Pro.: I can't tell you just now. I'll ex- plain when itis over. Keep away from this switchboard. There's only 33 seconds to go. Keep away from me do you hear? Keep away! Qlloetor makes a sudden plunge and is met deftly by the professor, who knocks him back against a dusty blackboard, where professor has been figuring. Dust fills thc room and as the professor reaches for the switch he gives vent to a violent sneeze. His hand misses and grasps some wires near the switch. A loud explosion is heard and the panel is bathed in bluish sparks., Pro. QGaspingQ: Keep away-Doc.-um less you want to-to get--killed. I'm sunk -another minute of this juice and I'll be gone. Get out of here quick-in about three minutes the whole place will go up! No! Don't try to save me! Get out! D0n't tell anyone about this because they won't believe you. Now beat it! Get out before it goes up! Do you hear?? For Heaven's sake get out! fExit doctor.j QAbout four seconds later the stage is lit up by a great light and with a tremendous explosion the curtain drops.j Note: The curtain was made of asbestos so the audience was in no way endangered. Eugene Periconi BURNS Just a peasant rude was he, VVho oft the Scottish fields had tilled. And yet in spite of poverty, A poet rich with genius filled. .lust a few short years he livedg And yet in those he raised his name Above those of his countrymen, Achieving thus undying fame. Willis Rcinke Page Twen A TRUE STORY All winter long the Old Ice House Gang had awaited the coming of Spring. And so it was that when the Mamaroneck River started to shed its coat of ice that the gang assembled to have its fun. Iceberg after iceberg was launched and rode down the river. But soon the fun was interrupted by a heavy downfall of rain. All that night it rained and on the following morning the river was swollen beyond its banks. It was about 10 o'cloek when we reached the river banks to see if there were any more bergs to launch. A short way up the river we found a large one perched upon a large boulder. With long poles we succeeded in getting it into the water. .lust as the cur- rent started to take it out Has Harriott slipped and fell sprawling upon the berg. Before he could get to his feet the current had taken him, berg and all. out into the middle of the stream. At first we thought it funny but when we realized that the stone bridge at Barry Ave. was in his way and that if l1e floated into that hc would be knocked off the berg and his life would be in danger in the current that was flowing. Then we knew that the situation was far from funny. Seeing this, we started down the path along the river yelling for l1in1 to jump, but Has was too scared to jump just yet. All the while the berg was gaining speed and was traveling straight toward the bridge. Just as we rounded the path we saw another berg caught in shallow water. It at once entered my mind that if I could get that berg in front of Has there would be a chance of stopping it or decreasing the speed to allow Has to jump. .lust then Harriott hove into sight from around the bend, so calling the rest to help me, I jumped into the shoal water and shoved the berg out just as Has,' came sailing past. The two met head-on and in the collision Harriott was thrown clear into the shoal water. VVe picked him up, a scared but unhurt boy, and took him home, where some dry clothes made him feel better. But we had all learned a lesson. So that now we look forward to spring for a better reason than for riding icebergs. Fred L. Nichols ty-five