Seth Low Junior High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE KIDNAPPING OF JOHN BOWERS , Characters Jack Smith .................................... Detective Joel Hardy ........................ Retired Sailor John Bowers .............................. Millionaire Donald Brown ......... English Instructor Morris Black ......... Radio Repair Man Scene I Place: Home of John Bowers after being returned by a kidnapper for $7 5,000. Time: 10 oiclock in the morning. Bowers: Smith, I've lost a large piece of my fortune. I must get it back. Smith: 111 do my best to get it back for you. Now can you describe your kidnappers. Bowers: No, he wore a mask. Smith: Do you know where you were taken? Bowers: Yes, I was taken to 550 Chester Avenue. S mith : Now give me the two ransom notes you received. Bowers: tGoes out and returns in a few minutes and returns with the ransom notesy Here you are but I donTt see what you can get from them. Smith: I think 111 go to 5 50 Chester Avenue. Scene II Place: 550 Chester Avenue. Time: 12 oiclock noon. Smith: There are three people living in this house. I must eliminate two of them. The other one will be the kidnapper. Smith: tDeep in thoughtsy Whafs this I have in my pocket? Oh, the ransom notes; the first one says: JOHN BOWERS: IiSend me $75,000 in five 81 ten dollar bills. If you do not you will be kidnapped. Hand the money to a man wearing a brown suit and hat. He will be at 550 Chester Avenue? The second one says: John Bowers: iiDo not give the man the money. Instead in the left side of the yacht Norfolk. In New York Harbor? Smith: tTelephoning to the policey Capt. White arrest Morris Black for the kidnapping of John Bowers. Scene III Place: Home of John Bowers. Time: 4 oiclock in the afternoon. Bowers: Smith, why did you arrest Black for my kidnapping? Smith: Hereis the story Mr. Bowers. In the first note kidnapped was spelled K-I-D-N-A-P-E-D. It was spelled wrong. The English Instructor would spell it right. That eliminates the instructor. In the second note it said left hand side of the yacht. That eliminaes the sailor who would have said star- board. So that leaves the Radio Repair Man guilty. Seymour Comassar, RB6 Page Twenty-four T H E S P E C T A T O R

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mad with jealousy, drew his dagger and slashed Artois face. Arto, full of rage and pain, leaped at Prah but was pulled back by some of the lesser priests and with Thora was thrown into a dungeon. Thora continued to be cheerful and upon being asked by Arto for the reason of her cheerfulness since they were going to be put to death, she answered: ii cI did not intend to tell you so abruptly but since time is valuable I will tell you the entire truth without any preliminaries. I am an emissary from another planet, Allos by name. The men from Allos are to be here to- day and they will save usf Thora had taught Arto that nothing was impos- sible and therefore he took this news and accepted it as the truth. Suddenly they found themselves out of their prison room and in a space-ship. The men of Allos had found out where they had been hidden and had taken them through the fourth dimension to the ship. The ship then set out for home, the blue planet of Allos. Arto learned many things here and in a few years tAllos timey he made ready to go back to the Earth. When he came back he was in another century. Astonished, he went back to Allos to seek an ex-' planation. This was it. Allos was a planet of a lower density, the Vibration of the atom was therefore retarded. A person would grow old more slowly. It was sometime before he could recon- cile himself to the loss of his family and his friends but he soon forget his loss in study? The story was finished and I gazed at him with astonishment, as he rose I saw that he wanted me to leave. I bid him a friendly good-bye and he walked away with his strange story still ringing in my ears. I never saw him again. Elaine Rubenstein', RD5 LET BEAUTY LIVE Un the style of Thomas Hoody Stalking so silently, Went a man stealthily Through forest land. Birds were to be his prey During the hunt that day. Such sport was grand! Song-giving soaring friends Were now to meet their endse Innocent of fear. Dreary the land would be, Filled with melancholy. Birds were not here. THE SPECTATOR Beautiful woodland green, You make a pretty scenee Not any more; Covered by dead birds blood, As by a crimson flood, Marred by the gore. Man! why so selhsh be? Do let the proud beauty F ly through the air. Give him a chance to live And unto us to give Beauty so rare! Ida Progoff, RDI Page Twenty-three

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AN UNUSUAL DREAM WAS lying on a deserted beach basking in the sun. Through my head ran idle thoughts and among these were some about Treasure Isl- and. The monotonous rolling of the waves soothed my nerves as I stared blankly over the horizon. In the dis- tance I could see an old wind-jam- mer sailing towards the shore. Nearer and nearer it came until I could see figures on it. Finally when it was a few hundred yards from the shore, a boat was lowered and some men got into it. The men rowed the boat and then to my horror I saw that they were pirates. They had gleaming cut- lasses in their teeth and muskets rest- ing on their laps. The leader I rec- ognized as Black Dog and there was Job Anderson, the first mate, and Israel Hands, the canonneer. I was paralyzed with fear. cILookf said Black Dog, githereis a lad on the beach yonder. Grab himP, iiAye, aye sir? they shouted as they hastened to obey their leader. I started to run but to no avail as they soon caught me. They took me back to the boat and rowed me to the ship. The first person I noticed as I went aboard the ship was Long John Silver. His eyes gleamed when he saw me. IIAha, a nice boy and he looks as smart as paint. Too bad, but it must be done? He pointed an ugly look- ing pistol at me. iiTie his hands and put something around his eyes? My heart was filled with terror. IiI didnit do anything. What are you going to do with mePII I asked as a pirate was tieing my hands. At this his frame shook with a hideous, rocking, laughter and once more he brandished his weapon at me and I looked into its deep black muzzle. IIYouill find that out in a few min- utes, me fine ladf, he replied. Then my eyes were covered with a iilthy rag. Somebody jabbed a pistol deep into my ribs and ordered me to walk straight ahead. I obeyed and after walking a few steps I stepped on nothingness and plunged to the water below. For a moment I struggled in the icy waters and then I awoke to find myself still lying on the beach but the tide had come in and a small wave had just swept over me. There in the distance I could see the same old wind-jammer with the large white sails iilled with a breeze and the top- masts bobbing dehantly in the wind. Morton Rosenberg, 9A1 THE WIND AT NIGHT When the wind whistles and howls at night, It fairly makes me shiver with fright. Under the covers I quickly scurry, And pray to God to make the night hurry. THE SPECTATOR The lovely moonlight streaks across my bed, Like a million strands of yellow thread. But with it all I shiver with fright, When I hear the wind howling at night. Rhoda Knecht, 9A1 Page Twenty-nve