Sherwood High School - Echo Yearbook (Aurora, NY)

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ON ANSWERING DOORBELLS To most of us a doorbell is a small, round button which, when pushed, produces a ringing effect. The ringing does not cease, however, when the finger ls taken away, but still remains with its never-ending echoes in the center of our brains. We find ourselves propped up in the bathtub, surrounded by sponges, soap, various brushes, and a soaking wet copy of the Mora, 132 Qgglgg in our hands. And, oh yes, there on the floor is a letter from Aunt Martha. She doesn't want me to go out of my way 'but to be sure and have a taxi at the depot for me. Well, the taxi had been sent-three hours too early Just so I could enjoy a nice, long bath and ample time for dressing. I agvzhxo look my best for rich, childish Aunt I' . Just as I am getting comfortable I hear a shrill, ringing noise resound through the house. Hhat'll do? Is it the telephone or doorbell? As there is no one else home I'll have to go and see. Just then a shock comes over me-suppose 1t's Aunt Martha! I could- n't meet her in a bathrobe, and there 1sn't time to dress. Again the bell rings. I throw a bathrobe around myself and dashed for my bedroom. Where is that outfit I was going to '9aT7 wh9Pe are my socks? Somehow through- out some exasperating moments I get dressed. The punctual bell speeds me on to new fury, But finally get dressed, and now I hastily survey myself in the mirror. I don't look bad. I make a leap for the stairs, slide down the bannister, and race for the door. For a split second I stop at the piano and polish the flattering picture of Aunt Martha. grasp the door knob, stral hten my tle and boldly throw open the door. The caller speaks: nEr, pardon me, Bud, but I'm selling Swats Fly Swatters-could I interest ---- with a roaring 'NO' I slam the door. I swear that I'll take that door-bell off to- morrow, but meanwhile my day is ruined. ----Charles Hurlbut ON MISSING THE BUS Certain scalrdy-cats, myself included, have a manlacal fear of missing the bus ln the morning. This apprehension constitutes our favorite nightmare in which we either have to choose between going back after our lunch or going to school without any mid-day repast. eing of sound mind and hearty ap- petite, we always take the lunch but we suffer from humiliation and from sick feet caused by walking to school. But when the dreaded cal- amity really happens ------ ls dry our hands one rainy morning. - nThere! Those dishes are done at last! - Heavens! It's 8:50 and I'M not ready at alll' are actually excited to death! We can change our clothes and comb our hair before the bus comes if 1t's only a lit- we think we tle bit late. We rush upstairs, stomplng and fogsettlng that Grandma is still sleeping KWe no . 'Ahl My dress looks all right now.' TDGR we begin on our halr. Someone yells, NHere comes the busl' Our frenzy steadily mounts. We rush around after our books. 'Where's my Latin bookf' Our dear and helpful brother mutters something about 'running around like a chick- en with its head offu as he goes out the door. Ne pass a mirror. 'My halr's a mess! What'll I do?' As we carefully put it ln its rightful place, we see the bus pulling away. We grab our belonging and race to catch lt-to no avail. We have missed the bus! Terror-stricken, we go back into the house. 'I won't walk all the way to school. Mother will have to drive me there. I 12211 walk to schooll' But we see Mother put her hand to her forehead and sink down on the bed in fatigue. Our resolve slowly melts. 'Well, maybe I will. Perhaps lf I take my time, I can MISS English class'. When we finally arrive, we find that they had a test. It wasn't so bad missing the bus-but never 1 I asa n 4 ----Lois Myers HAPPY EARLY RISERS What is more detestabls than a person who can see the humorous the early morning? Just be that way? I hate the getting up with a cheery good-morn1ng'. I can't way to disgrade one-self. After all side of things in why do they have to thoughts of someone smile and a happy think of a better what ls the fun of getting don't get comfortable until the night is about over, and then morning comes with its birds straining their voices to the utmost, the chickens making the most horrid, nerve-wrecking shrleks, and the sun glaring in your eyes in an attempt to stop all sleep which hasn't hither-to-fore been driven from your body and soul. up? You really How pleasant lt is to turn one's back on the sun, stuff cotton in the 9818, and turn over to contentment until the clock tolls the twelve strokes which so announce mid-day. How pleasant on the sun, stuff turn over to conte the twelve strokes Oh, just for those which so often are much more pleasant struggle into your lt is cotton ntment which to turn one's back in the ears, and until the clock tolls so announce mid-day! few extra hours cf sleep denied us. Isn't lt so to do this than get up, clothes, eat a hurried ou usually choke on, snatch up the books which you brought home to impress the teachers, and run to catch the buswwhlch has been kept waiting for at least five mln- breakfast, which y utes? No, you can't tell me that people enjoy early rising. So I say, down with the happy early risers! That smile they wear is forced: the early riser feels that it is his duty to so bedeck the vlsage. Be honest with yourself and with your associates. For goodness sake's don't be a happy, early riser. --Ruth Wyant