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

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'Vt 1 'Lit era urs . THE AGE OF SPEED Once upon a time, an old man sat on the steps of a country courthouse, and when a stranger approached him and demanded what one did in his little town, he replied: Wal, Stranger, sometimes we sets and thinks, and thinks, and sometimes we jest sets. That old man dwelt in an age of relaxation and deliberationg an age of reflection and meditation, an age of leisure. Now the world has turned a complete somersault. We of the present generation, dwell in an age of haste and confusion, an age of energy and actiong an age of speed. We are indeed far removed from the age of the gracious lords and ladies, who, after a leisurely toilet of two hours, sat down to a twelve course meal, from which they arose, amply satisfied, several hours later. Their evenings were spent in quiet conversation by a cheerful fireside. Consider the average modern business man, who dashes from his office, perches on a stool at a drugfstore lunch counter, and proceeds to consume a hasty meal of cheese, crackers and malted milk. His evenings are usually spent at an amusement park or a Tom Thumb Golf Course. For the modern age demands canstant action. The leisurely toilet of the reflective age has been abolished as well. It has been effective' ly demonstrated that a modern girl may garb herself for the day with five gestures. Speed has left its traces also in our various means of conveyance. In place of the tranf quil old horse and buggy, we find the peace' destroying nhorseless carriage . The younger generation of today seems to delight in rushf ing madly hither and yon without regard for the sensations of the lower forms of humanity who come within their range. The antedeluvian railroad train of the ref flective age has been replaced by a powerful mass of iron and steel, driven by the force of electricity. In place of the picturesque paddle-wheel of former days, we find a monster oilfburner, which propels our ships at an awefinspiring rate of speed. Consider for example, our modern Europa which ploughs up the seas and crosses the ocean within a period of four days. The greatest strides of all have been taken by the aeroplane. The gracious lords and ladies of the age of leisure would indeed marvel could they view the air manoeuvres of today. For the pleasurefseeker too, Speed has a certain charm. Such terror-inspiring con' traptions as the rollerfcoaster, put to shame the mildlyfthrilling merryfgo-round. In aqua' planing too, modern youth has gratified its desire for speed. It is interesting to observe that even in the reflective age, the mania for speed had begun to pervade the human mind. For the thrilling horse races of today origin' ated in a lesser degree, in the age of leisure. Yesterday, as well as today, crowds thronged the race tracks and rooted for their favorites. The speed mania has assuredly taken a firm grasp upon humanity. Our imaginations know no bounds when we attempt to predict the marvels of a few decades will reveal. With' Page Twenty-two

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fT? v Ill' -f'nl,,l 1 lZ ff' as ' ' -N an 4' A- 'bf X ye . E-1 gl 'PX' '. :J 1:22 l 'f liisgt f gg:- A E. ' -TM-K 4 er. Q22 , ff' it I -' -:C - ga- -42' u ' uw, 5-x sz - -.u .- 1' x . I lu f , 7 flifU1'iEIl5 High school days! How fast they flew. When we entered as freshmen four years seemed so long. Now when we look back at the end of our Senior year, we realize how short these four years were. Four years crammed full of work and fun,-the work which prepares us for the later tasks of lifeg the fun which is enjoyed during high school as only students can enjoy it. One hardly realizes he is no longer a Freshman when he suddenly finds himself a Senior! The Senior year, the last year of school, is crammed more full of work and joy than ever. This year this truth has been very evif dent. For besides doing the usual things, four editions of Scraps were issued in addif tion to our year book. That makes one more edition than was ever published before. Also the class created a precedent by taking a trip to their National Capitol, Washington. They raised the money for the trip by running several social affairs. Why do the Seniors fill their last year with so much work and pleasure? Naturally to make it last longer. One hates to think of his school days being over,-those days which overflowed with happiness. As we glance back over the past year, we find that not a little has been done in the way of athletics. Rye Neck can truly be proud of its athletic season. After all, sports play an important part in developing both the character and the mental capacity of a high school student. Athletics should be a part of the education of every normal person. The body must be developed along with the mind. Nothing is more stimulating to a person than to see a boy or girl, who takes an active interest in sports, but who still is taken up with the educational side of life. It is the aim of every high school to en' courage athletic competition whether it be among the boys and girls themselves or with an outsider. In the three major sports, namely football, basketball and baseball, that Rye Neck en' gages in, there has been success marked by the true sportsmanship and clean playing of the members of the teams. The football season must be marked as one of the most successful in the history of the school. Even the basketball and baseball teams did their share in bringing Rye Neck into the limelight. And in the course of our discussion, girls' athletics must not be forgotten. Although these athletics have not been developed to the high degree that they should be, still there has been interclass competition which has proved most profitable. To the teams and athletes that may come after us, Scraps Staff wishes unbounded sucf cess in anything that they may undertake. Anna Kuhn Martha Estep Page Twenty-one

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out doubt, air traffic will have become one of the problems of the day. The speed of machinery will be increased 89W. The world will have become a wonderful region of fly' ing wheels, shuttling pistons, whirring machin- ery-an everfchanging maelstrom of motion. The age of leisure will have become as ex' tinct as the dodo. The world will be held in the powerful grip of the age of speed. Humanity will be borne along despite itself in the stream of progress. Nancy Reinke How to Amuse Yourself While Waiting for the Traffic Light to Change It has been estimated that the time wasted in one week by people waiting for traic lights to change, equals the time still to be served by the combined inmate population of all our jails, including those in for violating the prohibition act. There is no reason why every motorist should not have a set of Harvard Classics tucked away, ready whenever the opportunity presents itself. Besides he could start for downdown in the morning, get caught in a few traffic jams and arrive at the office quite well educated. Hornfhonking is another way some folks have of amusing themselves when the lights are against them. Like yawning, it is conf tagious and soon spreads. While a traffic serenade has never been known to have the slightest effect on an automatic lighting sys' tem, it sometimes proves effective on one operated by hand. Making faces or casting looks upon the driver who has just cut in front of you is another way to pass the time when you pull up to him at the stop light. It is even possible to exchange pleasantries. Pedestrians, too, can find ways of entertain' ing themselves while waiting on corners for a break in the traffic. Red Rover is about the best game, and the last one over is it. The idea is, not to get tagged by a passing taxicab. Lucille Frescella MAN EATING CORN-ON-COB Bold, dapper man enters crowded restaur' ant and orders cornfonfcob. Order arrives. He butters and salt in small portions, holds daintily by finger tips and takes small bite with success. He glances about for signs of approval. Adds more butter and salt-larger bite. Very uncomfortable feeling between two of front teeth. Familiar sensation be' tween nose and upper lip. Hastily removes butter around the region of nose and deftly tries to remove corn from teeth while with- drawing napkin, but fails. Pauses for com- posure. Observe no one looking, so starts in boldly again. Goes through with operation of buttering. Tighter grip on cob. Trys for nice fat kernels near end-butter runs over fingers and down wrist. Becomes self conf scious and bites thumb. Cob falls, spatters blue suit with butter, rolls over lap and down floor. Purple face. Wipes off hands and wrists. Tries to remove spots from coat with napkin-ghastly results. Goes through agony of waiting for ten cent check. Expires in front of restaurant. Irene Miralia SORROWS The heart is blind to its winningsg The soul is deaf to its song, When nothing is ever wanting When nothing is ever wrong. Gladness brings not glory When the soul is never sad, 'Cause nothing ever needs righting When nothing ever goes bad. just take the grief with the living, The joy is not always the best. To the heart that has known no sorrow, Laughter is but a jest! Virginia Skelling Page Twenty-three