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8 • NEW CASTLE NEWS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1945 i Stuff And Things by BEET WHAT'S DOING STUFF AND THINGS Waving a well-gnawed turkey bone in one mitt, and leer ing at you with our special post-Thanksgiving leer, we de- atomize before you . . . The only trouble with us is that vaca tions have a horrible way of ending, and this one has so done . . . deary me . . . Dr. Hopkins Talks On Atomic Energy First in U. S. to discover element explains structure of Atom to Science Club Because vacations have a horrible way of ending, and be cause this one has so done . . . deary me . . . we shall have ab solutely no mercy upon you . . . we are going to tell you the joke we have made up . . . Well, it seems that there was a man named Down. Down and another man went elephant hunting in Connecticut one day. They were walking along on the trail of a large elephant in fact—when Down happened to fall into a deep hole in the ground. The other man, seeing Down there, shuddered a terrible shudder and taking careful aim with his elephant gun, shot off Down's head. Then, he went and gave himself up to the police. The police said . . . \Why did you do it, old man? . . . Why did you do it? . . . Looking at them with tear-filled eyes, the man said . . . Boys, I am strictly a very moral and good fellow. When I looked into that hole and saw he was lowdown, I knew it was my duty so I did it . . . Yuk . .. yuk yuk yuk . . . We think you might well like to know The Saga of the Birds-Eyed Editors . . . Two editors of the yearbook . . . and we shall let them remain anonymous . . . went on a business expedition. The business expedition started at about ten-thirty on a very cold Saturday. The editors bussed over to Pleasant- ville—from whence they bussed to Thornwood. The idea of going to Thornwood was to see the Hawthorne Printing Service . . . whose telephone number is a la Pleasantville, incident ally. After a business-like interval . . . wherein they were nearly suffocated by cigar smoke . . . they decided to trek on to the fair city of White Plains. While they were standing in front of the Thornwood station doing a locomotive cheer for Chappaqua . . . with motions . . . they were picked up by a friend who was automobiling to White Plains. After much thought, they were able to describe Thornwood as a \cold place.\ . . . Once in White Plains, they submerged in a telephone book to look for printers; then, they set out for Turner's printing establishment ... As they were going by a liquor store, one of the editors noticed a strange little man give them a strange little look—As they went by a department store, the editor noticed the same strange little man give them the same srange little look—As the editors ran frozenly up windy Martine Av enue, they brushed by the strange little man . . . Putting him in the Small World Department which is reserved in the ed itorial mind, they brushed off the strange little look and shivered on through the gale—Finally they arrived at a sign which said . . . Turner's in the rear . . . One editor knocked on the door with a chilled fist; they waited—With an Inner Sacntum squeak, the door opened . . . and the little man appeared . . . and gave them the strange little look . . . They didn't run—they couldn't. They followed the strange little man up the stairs and went through some rapid and not very business-like chatter with Mr. Turner. Then, with a long galloping stride, they left . . . and very soon after, they were sitting in numbed thawedness on the one-twenty-two train ... as it roared reassuringly toward Chappaqua . . . We thought you ought to know that carrying your books on one hip not only can do peculiar things to your anatomy but also actually does the things . . . specifically—it makes one hip higher than the other. Soooooo, don't say we didn't warn you if foreigners start calling you Flip-hip the Student . . The fountain at school is on the blink right now and it has always been rather far from the girls' hockey field. The other day at hockey practice, several parched athletes were bemoan ing this sad situation and offering solutions . . . Finally, they hit upon the idea of having a portable fountain which some on looker would gallop along the bylines with. Fired with en thusiasm, they rushed over to Mrs. Collins to tell her the plan . . . Heck, said that respected lady in disgust, \why don't you just lie down on the field and drink?\ . . . On account of because vacations are very dear to our heart, we have gone to work and figured out about when the next one comes . . . Figuring from November twenty-fifth, Christmas vacation is twenty-seven days away . . . Our math ematics are far from reliable but we think that's four school weeks (equaling twenty school days) and three weekends (a measly six days). Vacation doesn't start until the twenty-first of December . . . but we're a holiday-type creature . . . and we'd be glad to get in the spirit of things by starting our vaca tion . . . say two or three weeks early . . . But, as the old say ing goes, \The early worm gets expelled.\ The Horace Greeley School Science Club was fortunate in obtaining Dr. B. Smith Hopkins of the University of Illinois for its speaker on Tuesday, Novem ber 20. Dr. Hopkins had attend ed the meetings of the American Philosophical Society in Phila delphia, and was visiting his son's family in Chappaqua Farms. Harvey Hopkins, Jr., Dr. Hopkins' grandson, and a mem ber of the Science Club, was largely responsible for persuad ing the scientist to speak to the group. The subject of Dr. Hopkins' talk was, in general, Atomic Energy. He explained with dia grams on the blackboard the structure of the simplest atoms: Hydrogen and Helium. He dis cussed the employment of the atom in the celebrated bomb that halted the war so suddenlv. The great release of energy is afforded by the tremendous velocity of the particles of the atom about the nucleus. The speaker pointed out that only one-thousandth of the available energy induced by atomic mo mentum was utilized in the Hiro shima bombing. Dr. Hopkins in dicated emphatically that the development of control over the atom's behavior makes war sim ply impossible. He said that scientists are approaching the problem humbly and anxiously. A new universe has been dis covered, and must be investi gated judiciously. They are per haps more aware of this than the general public. With regard to the futufe of atomic energy, Dr. Hopkins said that applications of it for every day life could probably not be developed in our lifetimes. He quoted one scientist who has estimated that one pound or uranium could produce the en ergy of five thousand pounds of coal, if the atomic principle could be applied. Following the talk, a lively question period ensued. The queries indicated that young people at all interested in sci ence are curious and concerned about the atom and its possibi lities. Several club members re mained after the bell rang to ask more detailed questions. Dr. Hopkins was born in Owosso, Michigan. He was edu- cated at Albion College, Colum bia University, and the Johns Hopkins University. He has been head of the Inorganic Division of the Chemistry Department at the University of Illinois fbr a number of years, although he is now retired. In cooperation with his colleagues, he discovered a rare element which he called Illinium. He was the first Amer ican to discover an element. His researches on rare earths, osmo tic pressure, and other chemical topics are well-known to the sci entific world. Postmen, As It Were I was sitting at a table in Room 215 when Mr. Houmiel came up and Patted me upon the back and shook my hand Warmly, saying, \You have in herited a sub-delvian grool, Dotty, from your Aunt Miner va (mother's side) and it's an honor to the school To have you enrolled as a stu dent.\ I took a deep breath which ended in a cough Because Mr. Houmiel had been off with some chemicals and had brought back some of the off. Rising above the embarrassment this had naturally caused, I slung my long curly hair over one foot, cleared my throat and paused. \Mr. Houmiel,\ I said, bowing slightly, \I am naturally very pleased.\ At this point some chemical odor entered the nostril nerve and I thoroughly sneezed. Mr. Houmiel's face paled and contracted with terrible dread And as he aged before my eyes the man wretchedly said, \The will provided that if this news were to negatively ef fect your sneezer, The sub-delvian grool was to be mashed in an ice cream freezer.\ As I unhappily re-submerged in to English homework about King Canute, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Houmiel, old and broken, striding manfully out of 215 to do his duty. The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none. * * * Nothing great was ever a- chieved without enthusiasm. Holiday Program At Horace Greeley On November twenty-first, the day before Thanksgiving Day, the Horace Greeley School pre sented its annual and tradition al Thanksgiving program; taking place in the school gymnasium, the celebration involved both the high school and the elementary grades. After everyone had assembled, the salute to the flag was ob served; always an impressive ceremony, the large volume of voices rendered this even more dignified than usual. Following this, Mr. Taylor, one of the sbcial science teachers in the high school, read the One Hundred and Third Psalm; at the close the audience joined with him in saying the Lord's Prayer. The Senior Chorus, under the direc tion of Miss Chiapinelli and ac companied by Barbara Stevens, sang. After the food, which had been collected by the school, was presented to The Northern West chester Hospital and the Junior Red Cross, the chorus and the audience each sang. Mr. Grafflin then told a story appropriate to Thanksgiving; the story was The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin. The program closed with the singing of America by the audience. The Thanksgiving Day pro gram, which has become a part of school tradition, is a good thing: it reminds the students that the approaching vacation is something more than just a vaca tion. This year, it was both appreciative and appreciated. That sign of old age, extolling the past and the expense of the present. * * * The reward of a thing well done, is to have done it. * * * Tell that to the marines—the sailors won't believe it. Next to the originator of a good sentence is the first quoter of it. * * * Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No re ward is offered for they are gone forever. NOW is the time to have your CHILDS PORTRAIT taken for the holidays Portraits taken in the home by appointment CALL J. SCHABERICK Chappaqua 81?-J
