Westfield High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Westfield, NJ)

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30 THE WEATHER VANE at a time; the other one waiting outside should call for the police 11 ; thought it necessary. Who was to go in! The only fair way to uetlt was to toss a coin, so, “heads,” and Dot won. When Dot walked in the door, she entered a dark room, the excuse for any sort of a light being a shimmering curtain at one en • The air was heavy with incense, and the only sound was a cat-like treat he heard from behind the curtain! Oh. why had she ever come into that plaet . Hut it had been her idea and she had to stand it out. atuuo pnuq 0 |I|-au?|0 k pan J{ | B paj.ied un?i uu oqj uopptis jo (I through it, and seemed to feci about in the air for something: then 1 1 curtain opened entirely, and tin re stood a most horrible looking creator dressed like a Sheik. He just stood still with his arms stretched for'Viil y ami Dot felt that In was hypnotizing her. Then he took a step fopva? and she. for some unknown reason, took one forward also. Then the “Sheiky” person started coming nearer and near r her. at each step saying, “I’m so happy. I’m so happy.” She tried to shriek, but could do no more than open lur mouth. Surely In was hypnotizing her! Finally, he was almost touching her. His gaze was still fixed on her eyes, and still in that awful, monotonous voice he said, “I’m so happy. 1 m so happy.” 11 is hands were about one inch from h r face when she, with some forced power, lifted her hand and struck him, because her mother had always told her to strike a happy medium. Mary Douglas. ‘23. SUNRISE In a clear, clear sky of deepest blue. The glorious sun of color red. Rises slowly into view. Between tinted clouds o’erhead. Up from behind the stately pines It slowly wends its way. And every beam that from it shines Proclaims the coming day. It paints the landscape far and near. It vanquishes black night. And every beam sends out good cheer By its path of golden light. Gertrude Taylor, ’2G.

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THE WEATHER VANE 20 The fatal moment had arrived ! “I left ii in the trolley car,” 1 fairly screamed. and started aftr the ear knowing all the while that 1 eould never catch it. Without thinking of what I v;r doing. I rushed into a store to call a taxi. The man on the other end of the wire politely inquired where 1 wanted to go, and in my • xeitement 1 replied, “ 1 haven't the faintest idea, but please hurry. In less than no time the taxi had arrived. 1 explained my trouble to the driver, and asked him to follow the trolley. He said because of the storm, lie would have to take me down to the ear barns. I sank wearily back in the car, and prepared for a long ride, and a large taxi bill. Suddenly I felt something cold and wet around my ankles. What! That couldn't be tin umbrella hanging on my arm! Too true. There it was, and had been all the time. 1 tapped lightly on the window, and said meekly to tin driver, “Will you please take me home? I've found what 1 was looking for. '23. THE MEDI CM Most college girls, when they go out for amus ment, usually want more excitement than they g t around their college: and these two girls 1 am going to tell you about were out for a lot of unusual amusement. It was a bleak afternoon (for it has to be a bleak afternoon where there is an unusual adventure involved , when our two friends left tin college grounds for the excitement of tin town. The main streets offend nothing more than the usual store windows and the many types of American people walking about the streets, so they turned from the business sections and wandered on and on to the small by-ways that are forbidden walks to the college students. While walking slowly past one of the low. dark buildings, one of the girls looked up and saw a sign that read, “Medium.” “Oh, Marj, she said, “a Medium! Come on! Be a sport. Let's go in.'5 Marj, like so many obedient (?i and law-abiding college girls, gasped, and said, “It would be fun—it's forbidden, you know’. If we were caught here, we'd he campussed or they'd do some awful thing to us for breaking rules. This street is the one that is absolutely forbidden. Let's not. “Oh, you and your old rules make me sick. Besides, w ho'll ever knowr the difference? And finally Marj was won over by the pleading Dotty. But friend Marj only consented to go in on the condition that one go

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THE WEATHER VANE :n A FABLE The devil was seated on his throne. Around him shone a hot red light diffused hy the horning of many tires. Although these fires were sonu distanc; away, they were so hig that their light shone over everything. They formed a great circle. Inside this circle men were seated at card tables playing cards. They seemed to lie having a good uough time except that they were all in full dres suits, which seemed to annoy them a great deal. The devil was bored, dreadfully bored. Keally, living the devil was such a stupid job. There were only so many possible ways of torturing people, and he bad used them all many times over. He wished he could think of some way to torture the p.ople who were not yet dead. If he could only let some evil loose on earth! The (treat Inventor sat in his -pacions living-room before a softly glowing lire, thinking, thinking. He was on the trail of another great invention. He was noted for the simplicity yet usefulness of his inventions. There were no lights in the room except that cast by the tire. It bathed his beautiful daughter in a ruddy light. She was sitting at his feet gazing into the tire and dreaming dream--. She was perfectly happy and contented. She laid her head on her father's knee and sighed happily. She raised her head and her hair fell down. Meanwhile the Great luv. ntor kept on thinking, thinking. He loved his daughter dearly, but her hair was messy and unsightly, always falling around. Why couldn't she keep it up even with the aid of the best hairpins in the world, which he had imported for her especial benefit .’ Still lie reflected, sin1 was no different from others. All girls' hair looked sloppy. Girls were big fishes anyway, he thought. Big fishes, said his subconscious mind, are caught in nets. Why, questioned his whole mind, “why couldn't girls' hair be caught in nets.’ Why not, indeed The devil was seated on his throne. His kingdom was the same scene as ever, yet he was no longer bored. In fact, he was vastly amused. He had caused the Great Inventor to invent hair-nets. He was supremely happy!!! • • • The Great Inventor and his daughter were seated in the spacious living-room of the Great Inventor’s house. The soft glow from the fire made the only light in the room. The Great Inventor's daughter sat at his feet and gazed at the tire. She laid her head on her father's knee. She raised it, and although her hair remained in perfect order, there was an almost imperceptible ripping sound. Her eyes tilled with tears. She