Lincoln High School - Quill Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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X 'gg ,X W ASTOLAT, November 7, 560 DEAR GUINEVERE: You are probably very much surprised to receive this letter from me, the I.ily Maid of Astrolat. I hope you do not consider me impudent for writing to you, the Queen of Camelot, but I am afraid you have been given a wrong impression, and I should like to explain. This morning I happened to overhear a conversation between my two brothers. They were speaking of the affairs at Camelot, and remarked- that people were linking my name with I.ancelot,s. They also said that you were very much disturbed about it. I am distressed to hear this because I know that Lancelot loves you and I should not want him to be unhappy. Lancelot stopped at Astolat on his way to the jousts because he had lost his way. He borrowed a shield and asked me to care for his own until he returned. I fell in love with him and because I did not know the ways of men, I led myself to believe he loved me although he did nothing to encourage me. When he was ready to leave, I asked him to wear my favor and he accepted only after I had convinced that it would add to his disguise. He had never before worn anyone's favor. As you know, Lancelot was wounded at the joust. I then nursed him back to health, with the help of the hermit. Wlien he was well, he again stopped at Astolat to get his shield. He requested that I name something he might do to thank me for helping him. I asked him to marry me. He explained that this was impossible as he had no intentions of ever marrying. He was willing to give me land and riches if I married a poor man, but as I wanted no one but him, I refused. I hope I have made you understand the situation. You see, it was my fault, so please do not hurt someone who does not deserve to be so treated. Your sincere friend, ELAINE Berlba Rvidnzillvr. 114

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The Gypsy Fortune-Teller Without her resplendent Home on wheels, Mirror-sided and brightly painted, Sits the Gypsy fortune-teller. Her brown face is wrinkled And her lusterless black eyes Peer from beneath her scarlet bangled shawl Thrown carelessly Over her greying strings of hair. Yellow-drest, and with sunken palm Outstretched At passers-by, Whinning thru toothless jaws, Cross my palm with silver, pretty Missf' Marjorie Harris CSQQI5 Farewell With eyes that are misty and with dry throats, we come to a time when we bid our last farewell to our Alma Mater. Here we have struggled and felt discouragementg here we have conquered and known triumph. Golden memories linger and episodes-brief flashes-make parting hard. Oh, we have a gay smile and have a terribly grown-up air about the whole affair, but underneath there is a tugging of the heart strings that will not be quieted. Separate paths we each must choose, and alone we start our trip into a relentless world. Kind to some and harsh to many, we'll not have the chance to dream our dreams undisturbed. For the last time we meet our friends under the clock and have a comradely chat in an agreeable group. Graduation Day, a day of gladness, we go to meet the world confident and unafraid! Now, with a gay wave of the hand and, a tremulous smile on the lips, we go, and the corridors echo softly after our dying footsteps, good bye, good bye! Gladys Crotbers 113 ... A Y

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Lines on Losing a Locker Key 1250 words written on compulsionj E You shouldn't lose a locker key, because when you do you have no books, and the teachers give you detention for not having them. When you come to school you have no place to put your coat, and then when you find someone who will let you put your coat in his locker you are always worrying that he might go home and leave your coat in the locker. You also lose a quarter and have to scrape up another one, while during this time you are farther and farther behind in your work. Then you have to get a locker pass and when you bring it down to the janitor to have your locker opened, he grumbles and groans and tells you not to lose your locker key any more, as if you aren't sick of hearing that by this time. Scraping up a quarter, while it isn't such a hard task, it is not an easy one. When you finally do get the quarter you can't get any more money for a while, which makes you wish you hadn't lost the locker key. Finally the locker key is acquired, and as you walk into the classroom with your books everyone has some wise-crack to say such as, What happened! You really brought your books to school. Then you secretly vow you will never again lose that troublesome locker key which is so small but which can get you into a big heap of trouble. james Feeban 659615 Pessimism In The Annex THE TEACHER I think that I shall never see A teacher that looks good to meg For all that teachers seem to do Is to make work for me and you. joseph LeMoine. HOMEWORK In all our days of high school years There is one thing that brings us tears. It is a thing not hard to guessg We like it more when it is less. Now that we have the NRA, Why do they let the homework stay? Bernard Wocbnu. 115