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

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lt is so impressive. I reckon that it is the reason for the establishment of such a sting' ing punishment for childhood offenses. As a matter of fact, the lessons which I remembered most readily were the ones which were accompanied by their worthy partners, spankings. Since I can well remember two lessons, one can-conclude that I have had in all, two spankings, which-were warm enough to be remembered. The 'first spanking was to rid me of the habit which I had made, never to be willing to leave an afternoon party at the time the maid came for me. The second spanking taught me not to associate with cerf tain children when I had been forbidden to do so. This lesson belongs to the far reach' ing subject of disobedience. And .so later in life, the real lessons are taught by radical means. An ofhce boy real' izes how badlyhe wants to hold his second job only after he has lost the first one. There's a spanking hefll never forget. in 1-gi Jeanne Egger 'NEWS When we see the word news we generf ally associate it with reporters, because of the simplereason that if there are no reporters there could be no news for it would he ancient history by the time it 1'C3ChEd.ilIl'1C public. 4 Since early times reporters have done their utmost to get a scoop and bring the news before the public, The most famous reporter of early times in this country was Paul Revere although heaused a different method to get the news to the public than is generally connected with -reporters. The radio is a new means to getting news but it will never supplant the newspaper and even in this field we End reporters. Floyd Gibbons, famous war correspondent, used this method of broadcasting news and in a more forceful and interesting way than can ever be found in the column of a news' paper. V The news must get to the public as fast as possible and since early times reporters, al' though they were not considered as such then, used the fastestpossible means of get' ting the news to the people. - - , - john Donnelly NEWS Speed is the watchword of today, espef cially with the American people. The people, industrious, everything goes humming along at a high rate of speed. News, nct to be outdone, uses every convenience at hand to make its way around the world. When one receives news today, either through newspapers, letters, telephone, tele- graph, cable or even wireless, it .is hard to realize how slowly news formerly traveled. Now, the premier events of the world are brought into our very home by the news' papers delivered early in the morning by a newsfboy and served, with breakfast as part of the meal like the cup .of codec or ham and eggs. - Formerly news took days, weeks and even months to travel. In America, when the thirf teen colonies were English possessions, it took several vessels to cross, the Atlantic ocean and bear news to and from the Colon-ies,.and Eng' land, the mother country. . . - To the cosmopolitan lifeathat is lead every' where tcday, except in the very primitive countries, news is the pulse, the heart and the blood that' keeps the world moving. XVithout the dreary impulse of news and -the search for it, the world today would lwefvery much the same as it was hundreds of years ago, each one living within one's own little sphere of activity and knowing nothing or cafring nothing about what went on outside of it. Doris Offermann BLACKBOARTD ERASERS When one enters a sehoolroom hc does not at once notice a very important piece of equipment. It is one that plays an im' portant part in school work and yet goes un- praised. This piece of equipment becomes white with dust and then receives beating for its excellent work. Q The blackboard eraser has never been or never will be glorified as has been the Amer' ican girl. It is destined to hold its lowly but useful place. It has erased failures,Aremoved announcements which have served' their purf poses and has miiced them together forming a white dust, the symbol of things gone by. , . A Raymond Clarke Page Seven

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Perhaps, his mind has been captured by the unruffled serenity of such a tranquil exisf tence. XVhy hurry? it is bad for the health. Here are no grating sounds to disquiet the mind. For the screech of brakes and the shrill of the policeman's whistle, he has but the caw of a distant crow and the vexed clamor of the jayg for the thunderous rush of the engine -over rumbling tracks, the tinkle of an unobtrusive brookletg for the terrible racket of the headachefdealing riveter, the woody ratftatftat of the woodpecker. ' Maybe the man had too many relatives, Maybe his business irked him exceedingly.. Maybe he isa poet. God help him if he is not at leastiin part a p0Ct. If he were, we might call his profound lethargy contemplaf tion, if he were not, we must call him a slug- gard. Poets and sluggards, it seems,'enjoy for suffer?J pretty nearly the same tribulations. They are both cursed for their worthlessness, until they are gone. Then the- sluggard is forgotten, and the poet sometimes placedlupf on a high pedestal. Sometimes, he too is forgotten. - H We return again to our hero. He must be either poet or sluggard. But how are we to teiimvhich? - Where lies the keynote to 'his character? At present, he seems strongly un: inclined to- pour forth any poetical effusions. The insane hut, the dog, the gun-ah! the black gleam of its shiny barrel has caught our wandering eye. The .dwelling might bea sheep fold, the dog, is just a dogg but the -gun -what care, what tender nursing has cleaned its shiny face, and tended its muzzle! No sluggard ever owned that musket. Ah-our hero is saved! A ' if I 'Judson Benjamin . NEws Extra! Eiitralu, cried airagged little boy. Read all about the big train wreck. Paper, Mister? It's my last one. V All right, sonny, I'll take it. Here's a hdime, never mind the change. Oh, thanks,,I hope you enjoy the train iwrecki it sure made me rich today. U But, my boy, aren't you sorry that Also many people were hurt? ' ' Yes, I suppose so, but 'Ma' said if I brought home lots of money tonight, we would go to a 'talkie' after supper. : Be sure to have a good time. Goodbye. This boy was the typical' newsboy. One among hundreds of shrewd youngsters from the city slums who help to put bread into the mouths of younger brothers and sisters. Whether they sell a large number of 'papers or a small number depends upon the news of the day. Many successful newspapermen began their careersa in just this way. Even on' this first step of 'the ladder, their eyes glistened when it was'whispered that their paper had been lucky in getting a catch ahead of the other papers. Gradually they had risen in this great game until they reached their present positions. iWhat then, does their business depend upon? 1 Nothing more or less than news M L ' ' Why did the Persians build that great road from Sardis .to Susa? .They 'did it to connect the two principal cities of that vast empire: in order that messengers might travel more swiftly with news of their armies. The great' est roadfmakers of history, the Romans, built a network of roads throughout their empire for the same identical reason? The swifter the news of the provinces could be carried, the better the ruler could 'govern the con- quered territoryf e 4 -Jr 1 fDown through the ages,eman has been conf tinually bettering the means of communica- tion until the present day, when we have those great carriers of mail such as the loco' motive, the 'automobileland the aeroplaneg we have also the direct carriers of news in the wireless, telephone, and the more recent radio. By merely' pulling a knob of this in' vention we receiveknowledgeof happenings while they are going on or immediately after. Our grandmothers were apt to tell us that bad news traveled quickly but good news took a slower pace. Now, news, whether good or bad travels hand in 'hand' in the race over the air or through the press. Clemana Parker SPANKINGS! There's nothing warmer than a spanking, spiritually and physically. Spiritually, it is a warm memory of happy, young, helpless days. Physically it is the momentary heat of the sore and red spot to which--the hand or the back of a brush was so rapidly applied. Page Six

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Poetry SCPLAPS Scraps of this and scraps of that Are what make our paper fat. Here a poem about a rose, Here one onvtihe Winter snows, Here an essay, here a play, To read it through, it takes a day. Besides, its contents are worthwhile, Even though-now don't you smile- Even though we are .quite young, We shall JIOE 4stay'for.long, unsung. ' Our masterpieces -will lamfound, I Andtravelers 'the worldsfaround '- Will iind, in Halls of Fame, perhaps- A . The authors of some old, old Scraps.7' 'f' 1 I -J - as ssiefbea IR. H'a1Ighf0n,'clJ?T WINGS OF MORNING f Slowly and silently Q The silveryfwiiigs of' morning In H Uaafoldsthemselves, To reveal a new day. The glorious sun K, , ' Sends his golden sentinels over the top. The-f1e54'fEfEf'tfIe still as iglidsrsg' ' Even the breefe gstirs not-4 I The morning birds have V ' They are telliiig their 'story tot thiexworldzi ' t'9A'wake, be glad, iiiejoicef li, Day is here. ' H ' ' Francis Beecheil . - SIPRJNG 37 When certain deepest stirrings Enliven the earth's aged crust Of dull brown hardness With a coat of hopeful green, , And Phoebus, slant shafts ii ii Rent asunder' the spongey sky Into myriad tuftsof floatimrgdown That swim in- liquid blue, --,:e . . -A And all l'liUUl16'lFFLClO3lSS herfwintry self' ' I To break forth into the livelier dance of Spfinggl- , - i5.Iw..-'4.Tf's - ri T'is youth of thi'n'gs1-refbom -that draws he? magig fingelzg -1 ., ' .. .3 .. O'er all this ilow'ring'l'2f3:fth., . ' I Judson Benjamin WINTER NIGHT Through the crisping winter air I mount unseen to some high place. Far down below me I see the town I Barely sketched in the last rosy lightil Encircling night presses' down A i Around, about me as some blind 'unseen fear. Bewildered, I turn my eyes' above To where stars, glihteiiihig iini the idark heavens, - 'F Taunt me to snatch -them, to scatter them, That their gaudy gold may illumine my homeward path.. , 'F A ' Edith Iyieyer . fNf ': . f' ' THE'CLOGK' I Like endless song, , ,Q The mbdeiea 'slack X l , Glides ,from sad to gayxi ,. Those figured, hands,-B Are music b'zfi'Ids H 1 .. ii - That tick an eifdiess fsiinligiay' A With rhymic, gait H xpbv r A They go ahead, r , , s, Like meri who scheme arid plan. At Ei:NCl'1'vidHY,S end, They're backaagain, Back where they began. A N ' ,Victoria Maxwell , wal- .I .' ,I '--- -1 . . THE WOODS I' Under aigreen cloud supportedi'by ,brown pillars, V 1. Wild animalsiplay about on a green Ncarpet. They are free and happy, They do notrknow fear, , l X N, If you wanftdiliseie lliie a' mode, E Go to the woods. A I' I I' James Fee 'AT 'DAWN T , 1 A myriad of shining lights along the shore Flicker against lthepyelvet- sky, , Till, in a burst ofqrosy glow The sun arises. p H . I Then fade the flickering lamps, . .V Capricious breezes die ,... And stately palms' stand motionless, Against the golden sky. I1 - - 1 ' Doris Offermann Page Eight