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MAROON AND WHITE
hour? But enough of this, I must away
and away. As I approached a dimly lighted
room, a wild clamor greeted my ears.
"Well, well, if there wasn't socialistic-
ally inclined Leslie Oakley with her hair
wildly disheveled. quarreling acrimonious-
ly with the placid and unruffled Florence
"I tell you, the Socialist Party is the
Party", maintained Leslie.
"It is not", emphatically declared Nor-
man Arenander, an ardent Republican.
uthe Socialist and the Democratic party
combined are not worth a dried up fig."
Such spectators as Frances Dering, Abra-
ham Pinsker. Martin Warshafsky, Jess
Weiss, Edward Meury, Edward Gottschall.
Imogen Curoeschel. Charles Ryweck, Con-
stance Forth, and Jennie Gravirio were
highly amused. "Really, children, I man-
aged to interpose after they had wrangled
bitterly for an hour. "you mustn't take
your politics so seriously". I escaped just
in time to avoid being hit by one of Maggie
Jigg's inevitable vases.
Being interested in the "HI-NEWS" I
went to the Publication Room. Harvey
Isaac. the chief, was receiving the results
of this assignments. A pleased expression
pervaded his countenance as he read article
after article and handed them to Mr. Kurtz.
who carefully corrected every error with
his little green pencil. Crowded about him
were Ira Zweifach, Howard Gilson, Marion
Fink, Harvey Isaac, Leba Fierst. Dorothy
Trachtenberg, Grace Kryske, and Robert
Clark. I was at home in that atmosphere,
but since there was an exigency for haste,
the hour being late, I left to go for some
fresh air, Searching my way about, I came
upon the tennis courts. I burst into laugh-
ter as I beheld Lenny Feinblatt playing
tennis vigorously essaying to play, with
obstreperous Nora Platt. Loquacious
Freddy Neuberth was keeping score when-
ever he ran out of words. The intricate
pattern of some weeds was the net, which
was held up at both ends by crabs. What
amused me most was the agility of the
two players, both running hither and
thither on the tips of their tails. Oh. well,
I was to see more fantastic spectacles.
Since basketball is one of my favorite
sports, I visited the boy's gym. Eddie
Williams, Swede Jansen, and Angelo Fi-
relli were demonstrating how basketball is
to be played. As they scored baskets, the
spectators grew wild and animated, their
tails wagged to the left and the right,-
the uniformity of their wagging was a
sight to behold. The flowing locks of
such beauteous mermaids as Claire Stolz.
Edith Beladino. Inez Buonodona. Rhoda
Kaplan, Mary Bath, Doris Cotton, Betty
Gilbert. Harriet Preston, Eileen Garofano.
and Theresa Consolazio, acted as fans for
the youths, who were perspiring copiously.
When the game finally terminated. I left
with the rest of the crowd.
Once more I found myself in the luxuri-
ously furnished palace. Silence reigned.
Outside, the rhythmical surging of the
waves were beckoning softly, mysterious-
ly. I wanted to think of the people and
the things I had seen, but this was decided-
ly no time for serious meditation. Again
I heard the music of the waves,-they were
luring me. I was succumbing slowly but
surely to Prince Somnolence. Then, I knew
Class of 1933.
EVENING IN APRIL
The long. cold hngers of the winter air,
Which caught and clung to every twig and tree,
And held enchained each little brooklet fair.
Have slipped away and left all nature free.
The brooklet now enriched by gentle rain
Ciurgles to the world aloud in glee,
And gossips to the world in glad refrain.
As it gambols to the open sea.
From the dark deep of the placid cool,
Where the soft reeds gently bend and sway,
Rise myriad sweet voices of the pool
To greet the color of the dying day.
And where the purple shadows softly creep
Beneath the bud of crocus and of rose,
Gems of crystal clearness from the deep
Lightly on the velvet dark repose.
Then over the peaceful world is gently thrown
A richer canopy than any ancient earl's
And the moonlight iills the fields just grown
With a flood of lustrous. liquid pearls.
Class of 1934”