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

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the light as cowards on the football field. What undertaking is more serious or de' serving than the publishing of a paper 'by the school and for the school, and what school boy crime more heinous than neglect of such an honourable object. George Fitzroy A TRIP TO ALASKA The first stop, after leaving Vancouver for Skagway, Alaska, is Alert Bay. Here, -situf ated on a small island close to Vancouver Island, the Alert Bay Cannery, one of the principal salmon canneries on the Pacific Coast, is located. Other places of-interest. here are the old Indian cemetery, high on the hill under the towering pines and the -Indian village near by. ij At Prince Rupert, the second stop, are found canneries where salmon is canned and sent with large quantities of halibut from the new large cold storage plant to eastern Canf ada and the United States by way ,of the Canadian National Railways which have their Pacific terminal here. Ketchikan, the third stop, isone ofthe largest and most prosperous towns in-Alaska. The next stop, at Wrangell, is an old Rus' sian settlement. From here big game hunters set out for the inland.- Next, we see the Taku Glacier. There are two glaciers, one a dead glacier gradually retreating about eight feet a year. 'Thepother one, alive and continually moving forward into the water, is a -mile wide and ninety miles long, the ice on the face of the glacier being a hundred feet thick. ' Near the glaciers are the famous Tread' well mines where once stood the largest free' milling stamp mill in the world. Qs, 1-.-'. . The next stop, Juneau, the capital of Alas' ka, which has a population of 35500, has many places of interest.. On the side of the mountain overlooking the city can 'be seen the mine of the Alaskajuneau Gold Mining Company, the largest gold quartz mill in the world: capacity 9,000 tons of ore per day. In the Territorial Museum, another p-lace of interest, is found .a collection- ,of Eskimo Curios said to be the finest and only complete one of its -kind, in the world. . . - ' . Ernest Ortiz I THE PHANTOM GOLD e575 - The Doctor ..,....,...... ........t.... fEd'w 31'Cl PTIl1 Van Dirsch ....... . Tl Roul .i............,.,,........ ' ' The Vampire ......,.,................,,......,........ ' The Doctor and Van .Dirsch are diseovf ered seated opposite eachother ata small table at center. Both men are .well advanced in age. They are talking earnestly, great inf ward perturbation is ,written on Van Dirsch's face. ' ' . . V. Ever since his father died he's -been rather queer. 4 . D. Death at sea, vasnft it? V. Yes, the sailors said his father disapf peared without leaving a trace. God. .-knows. where he went. g A g. , - . D. I suppose it is very possiblegfor a man to be lost at sea. Washed overboard, or- V.for murdered, DoctorQ7. . A V A D. Murdered? - g ' V.. So the sailors said. They had no grounds for their suposition tho, probably - to relieve .their,,superstitious.minds. D. Koul was with him at the time, wagft he? - -li-i... f - . V. Yes. When we were boys, .Roul's father . and I were quite ,close chums. Then. when he was older he went to sea. Over twen' ty years ago it was-when -he married a Spanish girl down in ,South America. When, Roul was born, she left him. She and something ,over a thousand dollars dis' appearedfleaving Roul to be brought up Q at sea. ' V V, , - D. Was Roul left anything by his father? V.' Nothing, exceptsome old coin ,that dated about the -fourteenth century. In a little wooden, box-and on it is burned a queer versez, . f- uGast me in the sea. My grave, tor. you and I Till eternity P . In life of death- must lie. D. Why, quite extraordinary, you know. V. Yes, quite. But the most extraordinary thing is Roulhespecially toward night- . twill sit and gazein the box, mumbling the Page Thirty-eight

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ce-ivably 'more to -hang than for -any' other purpose. R' s W ' - '- When shereturned home, she was smiling. Not a smile 'of triumph, but of sympathy and understanding. So he-had not been thirikf' ing of himself, but of Watson, of her. She believed, as someone later said: A ' - -- Whatever might -be thought 'of John Brown's' acts, John Brown himself was right. -- - 1 --' f ' - She saw him after that a' great' deal, thru the 'long November month. Even in spite of her resistance, she 'grew to understand' him, to see. into his deep, -rich nature, Tto respect' and pity him. ' f A But did she not haste him-him who had killed her husbandi- - A But had. he done-it? Was it he who: hads: been responsible, or-some great overpowering Principle? Had she not ground her teeth at slavery,' because 'of this very same :Prine cipleg . '. , . . 5 . O God, had' she notbeen a bit tootunjust, too cruel andfnarrowfminded? Had it been ,lQl'm who had- killed Watson, or some great wrong, as wasinow killng Johns? . VI am too poor, she said ,during ,his lasta days, 'fto ' offer-:any consqlationo But 'wille you not pray that God willibe just a little forgiving when He judges me forfsmy' uh' kindness?l' 4 Onnthe ,second day of December, John Brown was hanged. He said googlfbye to his companionsdnfarms, and gave! each a quarter of a dollar, saying he no longer- any use for money, And as he was driven to the gallows, he remarked:-wf1fThis is a beautiful country. I never liadg the 'pleasure of seeing it before. i i l Judson Benjamin l .v.!f.h . K MINSEPERAELESH ' Francis and his adorable wave. Albert and his big feet. Judson and his bloody stories. Mary and her smiles. Adrian and his history. Rushmore and his rattle.. H George F. and his toys. Doris and her travels. Vic'l and. lT'l. S H I Herbert Houghton, lgnl , ' OUR COMPOSER 1- - ' '-The Senior Class is very pleased to 'have among -its members, one who has the ability to compose music and to write the words for it 't-hat 'are most fitting 'to the -occasion. Everyone in the' school knows who composed our school song, Let's Give a Rousing Rah, Rah, Rah for Rye Neck High, Boyisng and everyone in' the Senior Class knows who composed one of our class songs, Our Days with You Rye Neck Are Almost Over , and also the' music for Clemana Parker's ,school songg sothere is little necessity of my telling you that we are proud to have Herbert Houghton in our midst. 'V W my A -K -f 1 p l Albert Langworthy CONIELIBUTEDO EDITORIAL In this article lhwish to point out the true value 'of school' publicationslm T do not 'wish to bewail the trials and troubles of at school paper' editor but to try to set such 'publish' tions' iiistheir true position of influence upon the school itself. ' iwflhe' :general ability of H the' scholars in'a schoolis' most frequently judged hliflfsliilers through its sclioolri paper. Undoubtedly' unbiased 'critic will judge the school by its ability to publish a papericontaining interest: ing and well written articlesfnot merely long accounts offthe' school's successes in fsports. 'Ayjpoint which to me shows that some school ipapers are only tolerated and not really wished for blessings,'is that a very small per cent of the eligiblescholars are contributors. 'Those who are ofteni the most outspoken in their feelings towards school spirit and shirking athleticteams are often the rriyovst backwardjin supporting the editor in his apparently thankless task. Not that those fellows do not wish the paper to bssuccessi ful but that they can 'noti-see the editor to beacaptain of a team 'aswell as the football or baseball captains. l'his spirit'is prevalent and is the common cry of editors. ' ' ' WI- can sympathize with those who iarer-unj able to do anything for their paperli but-,I hold those who are able butdo not as spirit' less crawlers, to speak in the irernacular, and believe that such fellows should be held in Page Thirtyfseven

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I .- queer verse and laughing hysterically or ' moaning as he handles the bloodstained gold. D. Bloodstained? You don't say--most remarkable, most remarkable. fEnter Roul, a thin young man, who laughs incessantly, making queer motions. He is carrying the little wooden box., R. fholding the box in one hand and clutch' ing his throat with theiother, Cast me in the sea, My grave, or you and I Till eternity I In life of death must lie. A Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! A fHe smirks at the two men who shudder., A bloody fang A ghostly drink-- ' V. Roul! ' ' ' fExit Roul., D. fShuddering, Reminds me of werewolves and vampires and the likefthe way he clings to his throat-as if some bloody fang had drunk- V. Doctor! D. Oh, pleasd pardon me. It sort of gets one-his crazy way. V. It seemsirather hopeless, curing him of -this malady. What would you recom' mend-a sanitarium, I suppose? ' D. fslowly and seriously,'No-I would reef ommend-throwinghis little box into the sea! V. What! tHe rises, taking the Doctor's arm, and looks at him searchingly., I-I say, you must be rather tired, Doctor. fI'Ie leads him offstage, the Doctor smilingtoddf ly, and'Van Dirsch 'not a little perturbed., Q ' . -'faint ' ' Roul en' terf I oks fearfully to each side, and si' lently lays his box on the table. He seats himself, and opens the box. As he runs the clinking coins thru his fingers he softly croonsz, ' R. Cast me in the sea, My grave, or you and I Till eternity In life of death must lie. fI'Ie laughs hysterically and fearfully as he observes a tall figure, dressed in black stand- ing behind the table, who had entered un' noticed. His face is a deathly palor, and he speaks in a deep, rumbling voice., Vampire.. My son, remember, Cast me in the sea, My grave, or you and I Till eternity In life of death must lie. R. flaughing hysterically., A bloody fang, A ' A ghostly drink- fI'Ie flings himself up into the vampirc's arms, who grasps his throat, and bends his head to drink. , ' ' Then a shout., D. Light-light! Quick! ' ' . The vampire has disappeared, and Roul lies unconscious across the table, half seated on the chair. The Doctor and Van Dirsch rush toward him. The Doctor lifts Roul to a sitting position, and examines his throat. Roul slowly awak' ens., V. fbreaking the tension, My God! QI-Ie ir stares at Roul who laughs faintly, pointing at the box. Roul rubs his throat with vgrimace of pain., D. Two pin marks-as of two tiny teeth, like the teeth of a vampire- R. You interrupted him. V. Him? ' R. -'My father-'fHe catches himself and looks fearfully at the men., D. fpicking up the box, ' Cast me in the sea, My grave, or you and I Till eternity ' In life of death must lie. R. fanxiously, My box, my box! D. I am going to cast it in the sea, Roul. R. frising frantically, No, no, no, no! V. Qsternly, Stop this foolishness! Whom was it we saw you with, Roul? fRoul looks at him morosely, unanswerf ing., D. Van Dirsch, will you bring me-some strong coffee? QVan Dirsch, perturbed, nods assent, and goes out., D. Roul, why didn't you' dispose of the box? R. IAI couldn't. I love it too much-the gold! Page Thiftyfnine , Nt- T QQEQ 'l Nf- IrQj0 0 lot' 'FLGH-ff!