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

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0911 Glheatrv 132515 Since the old adage All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy is equally true in the case of Jill, I went to the Mamaroneck Play' house the other evening. I noticed with def light that there was a clear path before me to the screen. Sighing, I took off my coat, relaxed and prepared myself for an enjoyable evening. The lights went off, the music started play' ingg the picture started and-in walked a newcomer dragging his wet umbrella, hat, and overcoat over my dress. That dress never did look the same afterward. Well, thought I, that's only to be expected. I controlled myself by counting slowly to ten and again looked toward the screen. But where the screen had been before there now loomed a huge, black figure. I twisted to the right, I twisted to the left and so with one eye partly closed I could see a corner of the picture. Oh well, thought I, that doesn't matter, 1'll be able to understand the picture by the sound effects. But here I was sadly mistaken for on my left two girls had seated themselves and to my disgust one of them decided this was just the time and place to describe her new dress to her friend. Her voice droned on and on, only interrupted by her friend's highfpitched laughter every few moments. To add to the pleasures of this extremely enjoyable evening, a little girl seated behind me thought my neck the place on which to wipe her sticky hands. That wasn't so bad, but one of her sticky chocolates filled with some abominable concoction fell down my back and impressed itself there firmly between my dress and skin. The little girl began to cry on the back of my neck because she had lost her candy. By now I had lost the proper angle at which to see the picture. Because of the two girls having their delightful conversation. I could not hear and I could not even be com' fortable because of that child's crying and because the chocolate had started to melt and run down my back. I was a little deranged by now. Queer thoughts were passing through my mind. Suddenly I began to laugh loudly. Instantly the two girls, the large man in front of me and the mother of the baby in back of me decided that I spoiled their enjoyment of the picture. They called an usher and still laughing wildly I was es' corted to the outside door. My shattered mind still remembered the way home, and about midnight, still laughing madly, I entered my own home. Time and care have built up my mind and nerves but I shall never forget my terrible encounter with theatre pests. Evelyn Rozofsky Page Twenty-nine

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THE WATERS UNDER THE EARTH MARTHA OSTENSO I'd like to get all of the Welland children together in front of me and say to them, Come on, and assert yourself !'l But I know what they'd do. They'd shrug their shoulf ders in a resigned way and answer, There's father, you know, we can't hurt him. Yes, there always was Matt, their father, blind to their desires, keeping their bodies tight within his house, and always patiently reclaiming their fluttering souls. Matt Welland did not beat his children. Ah! no, that would be ungodly and un' christian. Instead he restrained them by his prayers, his constant beseeching of God's aid and forgiveness, and his tentacles which twined and then clung so tightly that they could not be shaken off. In vain did Ruth marry Clinton Proles, a farmer to gain freedom from her father. At the end she returned home sick in body and mind after having burned her house with her husband lying drunk inside. David, Tom and Pager, with the boys, tried their best but they all returned to be under Matt's watchful eye. The fact that I urged and hoped for Jennie didn't help, for IvIatt's words and the memories of him were stronger than jennie's love and my urgings. She tco returned home a cripple with a bitter and resentful mind. Then there was Sophie still longing over her frustrated love. Frustrated, of course, by Matt. And above it all Matt smiling, How content I am with my happy family. Only Carla, the youngest, declares over and over again her impatience with tradition and restraint. But Martha Ostenso has impressed too strongly upon my mind the power and evil of their devoted father. So, no matter how long and how loudly she cries of her freedom, Matt's sonorous voice, gently reading the Bible will call her back to the unhappif ness of the family circle. She too will sucf cumb to The mystical waters under the earth-the pulling, deadly tides of suspicion, of fear, of bigotry . Evelyn Rozofsky A WINTER NIGHT Soft snowfshrouds drape the earthg While from distant slope of towering hill Comes a long drawn wail of the owl's evil Will, Chill North winds rattle icefcased trees, And while the moon gleams o'er the silver expanse, Weird shadows flicker in a wavering dance, Anna Kuhn PROPHECY Far places have I wished to see, And always longed to roam, So I shall go, now I am free, And leave the things of home. But 'though japan or Normandy, Or Zanzibar or Spaing Or Trinidad may cozen me, I shall come home again! Martha Estep ADMIRATION Before the 'fingers of the artist Find the palate or the brush, Before the dart of Cupid Finds a heart in which to thrustg Before a poem or picture Finds its way into the world, Admirationffof some beauty, Perhaps of soul or mind or heart, Sets the ire of Ambition, Bends the bow which springs the dart. Virginia Skelling Page Twenty-eighf

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Eramatirn SENIOR PLAYS THREE ONE-ACT PLAYS STATION Y. Y. Y. Y. By BOOTH TARKINGTON Scene: A living room in a country house Time: just after dinner CAST joseph Tierney Herbert .......... ........,........... . .- .... . Carolyn ,,,A.,,,,, ....,........ I rene Miralia Anita ,,,,,,,,,,.,,..,,..,, .,............... A nna Kuhn Roger ............,........,.,, ,........,., R ichard Gainey Mr. Winstead ......i.. ....,,...... J ohn Walters Mrs, Winstead ............. .- .................... Martha Estep Annie .................... - ....... ..i,....... S arah Friedlander Chauffeur ..,....................................,., Robert Wakeman The Senior Plays were given in the audi' torium of the Rye Neck High School, on May 15, 1931. The first play to be presented was, Station Y. Y. Y. Y. The scene was in the living room of a country house, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Winstead. Herbert through trickery obtains his father's permisf sion to go to a boys' camp, which Mr. Win' stead had been opposed to, and also helps Roger in obtaining Anita's hand in marriage. This play was enthusiastically received by all the people, and the players should be com- mended on their good work. JOINT OWNERS IN SPAIN By ALICE BROWN Scene: A room in an old ladies home CAST Miss Dyer ........ ...................,,. - ........ D orothy Bryant Mrs. Blair .,....,,,,..... .. ....i...i......... Selma Erickson Mrs. Mitchell .................... - ..........,... Mary Fredericks Mrs. Fullerton .......................................... Nancy Reinke The costumes of the play, Joint Owners in Spain by Alice Brown gave a great deal of atmosphere to the play. The scene was in an old ladies' home. The girls that portrayed the characters of the old ladies should be highly praised for each one presented her part to the highest expectation. Two old ladies, who were a great nuisance in the home were put in the same room to iight it out . Many interesting and amusing things oc' curred. After many squabbles they became the best of friends and a credit to the home. THE POT BOILER By ALICE GERSTENBERG Scene: A stage only half set for a morning rehearsal CAST Mr. Sud ......................,........,.,,....,.........,.... Henri Houpert Mr. Wouldhy .......,. ,,.,,,,.. - ...,,.,,...,,.,., R obert Lux MI'S. Pencil .....,.. -.. ..- .....,.,... Evelyn Rozofsky Miss Ivory ............. ,.....,..... L ucille Tocknell Mr. Inkwell ....,,,.. , ,......,,,, Robert Gunn Mr. Ruler ......... ,........,..,,........ J ames Reed Mr. IV01'Y .......... ............................ W alter Hains GUS .............. -... .... - ..... William MacFadden Plane Thirfjl