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

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Ibsen's Nora, Torvald, Mrs. Linden and Nils Krogstad step -forward, bow smile and depart leaving on, the realm of literature a lasting impression., I Evelyn Roqofsky-'31 ' 'HALLOXWEEN ' ' High in the heaven a jolly old harvest' moon in 'all its round splendor smiles down on a little town. As it is after ni-nelo'clock, mcist of the houses are dark. From one home, however, soft light gleains through theiwinf dows, black cats and witches dance upon the window panes, Now and then a burst of V laughter' leaksout andthe 'smile 'of the moon grows larger. ' In direct contrast to this scene are the surroundings. A cold wind whistfeis' in .the leafless 'trees, which cast grotesque shadows about the house. LWeird shadows, gigantic goblins that dance, race' across the lawn as a lcanswjeeps by. The long veranda is lempty except where' the shadows of fa clump of trees is cast on the floor. In this shadow a shapelessi iigure crouching 'creeps h slowly to a window and looked in on' the gay scene inside1 The faceof this figure is pe' culiar. A longnose is its outstairidinglfeatiire. Two 'brown eyes, sometimes reflecting laugh' ter, other times 'l6Yiging, twinkle, and dance. The figure bobs 'irs head and perks its ears in an outlandish manner. Suddenly he jumps into' a bush. Nearby comes the humlf of voices engaging in conversation. I A Oh, they must not find me! I'll hide here! Never will I return to that Aprisonl' No! Ha! ' Here they come! Listen! Fools they do not know I am here! 74 There, they have gone! Phew! muttering thus to him' self he crouched lower. He returns to his place at the window. Suddenly out of theldarkness two figures pounge on him and carry him away. He struggles manfully but in vain, their grip is too secure. Back to his prison he returns, escorted by the two men, their brass buttons gleaming in the moon light. A few moments later an ,glderly lady inf quires of her brother, Is the dog secure? Yes, mum, is the answer. g A DOG'SfEYE VIEW OF THE PLAYGROUND My, I am nearly lost. So many people! So much bustle and confusion. Ow! That ball .nearly hit me. Say, you boy, stop pull' ing my tail. What are those girls shrieking for? Look at the swings go! What's that bell? Where are gall the people going? iWhy, there's,not a soul here. I'm all alone,,,and anyhow I'm not being stepped on armrymore. .There's one boy going in that big redfbrick building. 1 think 1 Wm, too. Why,, the insulting creature! He banged the door right in my face! ' 'V' ' i ' J Marjorie Quick-'37 N i 'MYSTERY! Tlie house! which we were about to enter wasvan oldlfashioned, building that had been given rather dubious care for the past ten years. . . , , I wondered as we approached, that house how andqwliyqig had been so neglected. Qerf tainly,n0 sane person would leave his housc in ,Qthat condition if.he designed,it for the purpose:-.offa homestead. From the ,massive oakengdoorv to.the .very top it was a forlorn mass Qfyvreclcage. The stones out of which the ,hoirse had bqqrx built. were covered with moss and in somejplaces small bushes and long. grass, ,grew from the chinks of the walls lilge the hair in torn patches on a ma,r,3iac's, head. Out of every drooping, lopsided window, faces seemed to gaze cold' ly The Shutters, which had long since lost ,any sense of balance, were drooping dis' consolately in a million odd directions. The center of the roof seemed strangely lower thanglge sides. , On a bright day this ,house seemed like a tomb, but on a dark, rainy night such as this one, it eyen .lost the appearance cf such a wordly thing as a tomb. Suddenly behind one of those warped rain barrels a figure appeared, slowly and stealth' ily-. , j i'Look! that hunchfback again , said Mur- ray, Luck! And as I ducked into the hedge I thought, What, a thrilling night this is going to be!3' Harold Davies-'32 , , john Rabye SF Page- 'Fiftyfone

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roots of the tree in the center of the lake. To a nature loving person theirs is a beautif ful song. In the forest surrounding Lake O' the Woods are many ideal camping spots, al' though few people know of this fact. There are no No Trespassing' signs to be seen for the owner of the land has a beautiful belief inhuman nature. It would be a pity if some careless camper destroyed it. Helen Fredericksf'3 3 THE SOPHOMORE CLASS SPEAKS The class of '32 prides itself in having the largest Sophomore class in the history of the new High School. Altogether, there are now 53 dashing Wise Fools in dear old Rye Neck, and the accomplishments and records of this class deserve no little men' tion. This year's Sophomore class was the sec' ond in Rye Neck to put out a Soph magaf zine, and the first to put out more than one issue. Three issues have appeared during the school year, one in February, edited by Harold Davies and Henry Koch, another in May edited 'by Edward Wood and john Frascellag and the last in the 'latter part of june edited by Constance Pratt and Margaf ret Henderson. In' sports, the class of '32 outranked all the other classes in football and basketball pdints. Bob Rankin scored more points than any other person on the Basketball team, and Rankin, Ed. Wood and Johnnie Farrell were prominent Hgures in both football and base' ball. While it cannot be expected that the Wise Fools be as intelligent as their Senior and Junior brothers, yet in scholarship, the sophs have held their own. These are some of the accomplishments of the present Sophomore class. After reading them, perhaps you will sit back and exclaim, What a wonderful class , and 'then again you may not. But we challenge the present Freshman class to try to do better next year. Harold Raby-'32 Freshman: What are you looking at? - Senior: Oh, nothing. . THE DOLL'S HOUSE By HENRIK IBSEN When I had read a certain portion of the Doll's House I yawned and thought, I know how it will end, the way it always does. But I was really surprised, to tell the truth, I was a little upset, because the play had caused me to think. In this play a woman dared for the first time to really think and act as a person of ordinary intelligence would. And to add to that, the play did not have the conventional happy ending. The woman really dared to set aside the ordinary procedure in plays of this type. She did not swoon into her husf band's waiting arms, he did not murmur sweet nothings and tell her not to trouble her pretty head with such things next time, she did not look up prettily into his face, they did not embrace and the dawn did not come. Instead the woman turned away from her husband's waiting arms, she sat down and discussed with him their married life, much to his surprise, the audience's surprise and I must confess, mine. I went over in, my mind the things Nora had said to Torvald, her husband, and ref alized that she was right. When he declared she was above all his wife and I heard Nora's answer, That I no longer believe. I be' lieve that above all else I am a human being, just as.much as you are, I applauded vigor' ously, but I still had a faint feeling that be' fore the end of the play she would be ref conciled with her husband and remain a doll in A Doll's House . But the vibrations of that slamming door could not be passed over or forgotten. Ibsen had presented the first problem play. All over the world in the immediately folf lowing years the stages shook with the vibraf tions of many, many slamming doors. Milf lions and millions of Noras left their Torf vald's, declaring, I am above all else a human being. It took time, of course, to impress the the' atre goer that a play with an ending of this kindgwas perfectly permissible even though it did not comply with his plan of ideal end' ings. He also got accustomed to the original idea of thinking. Page Fifty

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