Dec. -------~ 19330LUEAND WHITE VERGENNESHIGH SCHOOL DECEMBERISSUE1933 IDqe~lue auh 3llllqtte itrtmhtr lJ1l6ut 1933 Jlubh.aqrll hll tqe Jupila of tqe 1lirrgennea1liigfr ~rfrnnl l!Jergetme!i,l!Jermnnt 2 VERGE 1 ES HIGH SCHOOL EDITORIAL STAFF OF "BLUE AND WHITE" Editor-in-Chief .................................................................... ·-·············Edward Ryan , '35 Assistant Editor ......................................................................... Margaret Carter, '34 Business Manager ..............................................................................Mary Parrish, '34 Assistant Business Manager ........................................................ George Noonan, •35. DEPARTMENT HEADS Literary Editor. ............................................................................. Shirley Haven, '34 French Department ........................... Laurette Beliveau, '34, Elinor Kimball, '34 Alumni Editor ............. ........................................................................Charles Ryan, '34 Exchange Editor. .............................................. .............................. Elaine Beach, '35 Girl ' Athletics ...................................................................................Faith Kenyon, '36 Boys' Athletics .................................................... ..................... Russell Kingman, '34 School Activities .................. .......................................... .............. Shirley Adams, '34 Grinnery ................................................................................................. Joan Casey, '36 Faculty Adviser ...................................................................................... Miss McGovern Mr. George W. Patterson ................................................ Superintendent of Schools MEMBERS OF FACULTY Mr. William H. Carter ....................................... Principal and Instructor in Science- Miss Lucy Booth ..... .................................................. Home Economics and History Miss Margaret Delaney .. English, History, Girls' Athletics, Business Practice Mr. Howard Martin ............................................... .......Agriculture, Boys' Athletics Miss Nellie Maxham ............................................................................. Latin, Algebra Miss Edith McGovern .................. ·················································--···················English Miss Margaret Ryan ................................................ French, History and English Mrs. Orson JaY········································-···· History, Physics, Music and English Miss Rachael Booth ............ Music, Social Science and Commercial Arithmetic TABLE OF CONTENTS Literary ...............................Page 3 Athletics ............... Pages 15 and 16- French ................................ Page 9 Exchange ··•··••········-·····-···Page 18 Editorials ...........................Page 11 Alumni ···········-···················Page 19 School Activities ...............Page 12 The Grinnery ···········-···Page 20 BLUE AND WHITE 3 THE CURSE OF THE JUNGLE Faith Kenyon, '36 J'ralogue: an idea! That's only my imagination! :'\earer ! i'\earer ! TI IE curse of the jungle! The words recall that awful experience! The Now I hear running! Someone is en­ tering the camp! I spring to my feet! curse of the jungle! B-r-r-h ! I can see There are voices! I pull on my high it now - the flickering fires-the leering walking-shoes and creep across to my faces of the blacks peering at me from uncle' s hamm ock. A native runner the gloom outside the circle of fire­ squats beside him, swiftly talking. I light - the triumphant cries-the weird gath er from his broken English that incantations! l lorrors ! Once more I the Otohi are on the war-path and relive that awful experience-the night­ headed toward our camp. All day he mare of my life! has heard the beat of the drums-the war -cries of the approaching Otobi. * * * * * Once Chief Boddo is out for war. noth­ ing will stop him. \\·e are s1tt111g about our campfire watching the glowing coals and listen­ We make hurried preparations to es­ ing to our guide tell stories of the hos­ cape down the river. The tom-tom tilitv of the natives of this section-of beats grow louder and clearer as the ho\, : they wage war and torture their savages approach. \\ ' e have scarcely prisoners. He narrates so vividly that made a move toward the river when l can almost hear the heat of the tom­ the natives are upon us. Their fierce toms and the war-songs of the sav­ eyes and horribly painted faces leer at ages. The fire burns low- We retire to us through the undergrowth. \\'e are our hammocks slung from the low surrounded on all sides but the \\'f:'St­ boughs. where the sluggish Lower • Tiger flows I cannot sleep. The night is sultry. and where our canoes are hidden. The I feel that I am being watched. The Otohi advance slowly, stealthilv. like a quotation. "The night has a thousand lion creeping upon its prey. Our par­ eyes,'' comes hack to me. I see two t, · move , toward the river. but before fiery eyes staring out from the inky ( can reach the canoes. l am seized and clarkness. A soft -footed animal slinks home off into the jungle. by. '[ he grass beneath my hammock :\fy wri<;ts are tightly hound with long swishes and rustles as a snake glides strips of Sudan grass. 1 am forced to swiftly along . I turn over . \ shadowy walk through the tangled undergrowth. form slips through the night. Why I stumble over roots and Yines. and can't I go to sleep? ("The night has a slip on the wet grass, falling and com­ thousand eyes!") \Viii it never cool off? ing in contact with slimy fungi. On! ("The night ha. · ") \\ 'hat's that? On! Through the night! On! On! A deep boomi ng- noise , far off in the The g-ra ·s rnts my wrists! On! On! jungle. Tom-toms? :'\onsense ! \\That .\eH·r ceasing that march! 4 \-Irn .GEi\i\ES HIGH SCHOOL The sun is coming! •oi e is break- fore. I le whirls like a dervish. work­ ing loose: squawks of parrot , queer ing himself into a frenzy . croaks and hoots and howls, a if ani­ Suddenly I am seized and placed on mals greet the clay. Red, flaming red, the sacrificial altar. It is useless for is in the sky! Black spots dance be­ me to try to move. The chief men of fore my eyes ! They grow huge­ the village gather around. Slowly and bigger. blacker. CO\'ering the • ky-blot­ with much ceremony the witch-doctor ting out everything! I am falling ... approaches the bier and mounts the :\Ty eyes drag open. The torture of steps. Slowly and viciously he lifts a the sun. 'Of blistering thirst. has over­ shining knife above me. In an in­ come my utter exhaustion. I am slung stant it "·ill clec;r<>1HI.A spasm of on the hack of one of the natins. ::'lfv agony crosses my face, but strength is -;pent-my mouth parched _::_ Il ope gives me strength! my throat aflame-my head aching A hideous, blood-curdling laugh fearfully from the sun! am jolted I sounds from out the jungle! The knife about on the back of the savage, but remains poised in mid-air! The sav­ J can at lea. t rest. for the thongs upon ages turn to gaze into the darkness! -\s my wri-;ts have been loosened . leep they turn. a shrill scream splits the comes like a healing balm air from the opposite direction! The I sit up. shivering. The figure of a natives gaze spell-bound into the jun­ guard looms in the doorway of the hut, gle! I make signs that I am their silhouetted against the night sky. He mistress-that l caused the sounds shouts to omeone outside and receives seemingly proceeding from the very an answer. I am roughly pulled to my heart of the jungle . They dra,v back feet and dragged out into the firelight. in amazement. Farther, fart her from \Vhat a sight! ~atives ! Hundreds of the bier they move and finally fall on them! Hideous painted face . peering their faces before me. I heave a great at me! The beat of the tom-toms! The sio-h of relief - My ventriloquism has savages begin to dance slowly. weirdly. not failed me! winding i11 and out. Faster! Faster! .\ shot! Another! A third! The The rattle of the prayer-sticks! Faster! rescue party ! Fa ter ! The Dance of Death! A man appear · ! The faintly di cern­ Epilogue: ible rings of white chalk around his eyes make him grotesque in the firelight. The curse of the jungle! The words The fearsome implements of hi craft recall that awful experience! The curse mark him as a witch-doctor. Ile leaps of the jungle! B-r-r-r-h ! I can see it into the circle, twisting and turning. now-the flickering fires-the leering Faster, faster he whirls, stamps and faces of the blacks peering at me from writhes, his grote quely painted and the gloom outside the circle of fire­ perspiring body gleaming in the fire­ light-the triumphant cries - the weird light. His Yoice lifts from a low mon­ incantations! Horrors! I shall never otone in a . hrill crescendo. then falls forget that awful experience-the night­ away almost to a whi per. then grad­ mare of my life! The curse of the jun­ uall~· rises to a higher note than be- gle! RLUE A D WHITE 5 IN DAYS OF OLD Mildred Bruce, '34 An old song has a sequel that the pub­ The great day came at last. a day of lic does not know- sun and breezes cool. A str0tlg Knight hacl a weakness that The peasants thronged from all the ,ms hidden in his strength, country 'round; A very little spicier could strike terror Our Knight fought well and bravely as to his soul; his Lady knew he would, How this caused his downfall I will And enry knight but one his