Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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THE DOME Page I5 ner gather for his slide. He leaped high as if to knock down a poor throw from Hack. Evidently the ball got away from Hank. Hack was dashing for third. Hank wheeled away from second and scrambled to recover the error he had not made. But to the runner that error was a 'very real thing. He saw his chance. Instead of sliding, he rounded second at full speed. Ten feet from third the grinning Hack stood wait- ing, and in his glove was the ball, thrown to him on a clean play from the right-fielder. St. John's gasped, shook with laughter, then burst into round after round of cheers. With two out, Blair's hope was gone. Hank caught the pop-fly that ended the game. Hardly was it safe in his glove before he and Hack were dash- ing for the Blair bench and their victim. if But it was perfectly fair, Davis, the run- ner, insisted. M You fellows fooled me com- pletely. I didn't keep my eyes on the ball. I was playing for myself. I ought not to be on the nine! I ought to be rolling a hoopf' For a second Hank looked at him, then his arm went across the drooping shoulders. 4' It does make you think, he chuckled. M Come up and I'll lend you onefl George Held. CONCEPTION OF APRIL IN THE CITY O APRIL in the city is a very different thing 7 From that which all our poets are generally wont to sing. No more a blushing maiden with form and features fair, No laughing, crying virgin with garlands in her hair,- Sheis but a little beggar-maid from off a city street, With matted, tangled, curly hair, no shoes upon her feet, She found a violet wilting in that damp and putrid air, And stuck it jauntily in her tangled matted hairy A smile plays on her twitching lips, a tear whisks from her eye, Her bleeding, painful, naked feet no longer make her cry: Her tear-stained, dirty face brings forth no sighs of pity,- This transformed child who rules them all brings Spring now to the city! AN EGOTIST'S SONG OI' BEAUTY THE WORLD is mine, And all its beauties are for me! The wind is my musician: He lulls me to sleep at night. The sea is my consoler: He lends to me a sympathetic ear, And, hearing of my sorrows, Washes them all away. The moon is my nurse: she Sits by my bedside all night, And lays her cool hand on my brow. The sun is my play-fellow: We romp together all day, old Sol and I. The gentle rain is my soothing friend, Who weeps when I weep, And cries for joy when I smile. The fiowers are my little sisters: I kiss them in ecstasy, and fling Them to the sun in glee. Knd the sky-the sky is my lover: Tender, gentle, and loving at times, Then stormily furious, with lightnings and such, Yet loved at all times. The World is mine-all mine, And all its beauties are for me! Marguerite Gronachan. Marguerite Gronaclzan. GARDEN NOTE MY pine-tree's growing whiskers,- Fuzzy, nice green whiskers, Up and down his trunk, like An old, o-ld man. Mildred Mesurac. FOR - FOR you I light the little fire, To you I lift the cracked cup, For you I break the bread and sup, For you I strum the muted lyre. For you I trace my laugh i11 gall, For you I sing-oh, yes, I sing- Of everything that is part of no thing, And watching that is all of all! Ariadne. NIGHT STUFF CWith due apologies to Carl SJ LISTEN awhile: the wind is a surly man, a strong man, lost in a winding cloak, lost in Mephis- topheles' winding cloak. Listen awhile: the trees by night are strong men, surly men, guarded by the moon and stars, cast- ing weird shadows over the universe. I know the wind and trees have twisted themselves into me and torn me apart the same as a strong man, a surly man, in a winding cloak, Mephis- topheles' winding cloak. Rowena Poliner.

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Page 141 THE DOME hit, to show that he too could play the game. Orders were orders. He laid down a bunt, send- ing Hank to second by sacrificing his own hit. Graham came up, teeth set. It was St. .lohn's first real chance to score. The Blairstown pitcher took his time. He wasted a couple, then tested the outside corner. 'C Strike one! 7' Graham missed the next one. He believed the pitcher would try to tempt him. He saw him wind up, and pitch. ln a Hash he understood they were trying to outguess him. With all his might he crashed into the fast one which had been intended to groove the plate. Hack started with the crack of the bat. He heard the roar of the stand, and headed for third. cl Plenty of time! '7 yelled the coach. The ball had sped out into the street, over the wall, for a home-run. The score was tied, two all. Hank went out to begin the seventh whistling with all his old-time nonchalance. The Blairs- town batter singled. Fine and dandy! chortled Hank. if Herels where we get famous for a double-playfi Hack grinned. N Have it your own wayf' he agreed. 'cl don't mind working for a change. The Blairstown runner heard and smiled. He had no intention of furnishing that sort of ex- citement. Hank saw the smile, while the batter plugged at the ball. 'C Look out, Hack! he warned, and on the dead run started toward the pitcher's box. Hack understood. He was on second before the bunt had gotten a chance to roll. Hank was on top of the ball. He swooped it, fielded it, wheeled and threw to second. Hack caught it, slammed it down to Graham, and the play was completed. Hlf that batter had hit, said the Colonel, we'd be out of the runningf' N But he didn't, remarked the Head. And thatis those two chaps? chief charm. When in action they think about two seconds faster than the other fellow. If they were that way in their classes, everything would be fine. A long fly to center ended the inning. St.,lohn could not get a man on base during its half. Nor could Blair break the tie in their half of the eighth. But it was different in the last half. An error, a Hy, and a hit gave St. ,lohn a three to two lead, and Hack and Hank did a dance in front of the bench. W7ith the game as good as won they went out to begin the ninth, the school howling with glee. 'G Play safe! '7 urged Scott. But Blairstown never quit until her last man was called out. It was victories like the one she intended to score now that had built her tradi- tion. A ground-ball danced along toward third base, and the batter was put out by only a slight margin due to a poor throw from the hot cor- ner to the first sack. Then Hack edged over to third in an effort to reinforce the position. A screaming single between short-stop and second rewarded his efforts. Graham started to say something, but thought better of it. H Rotten work! 7' comforted Hank. c'You've got us in a nice hole.'7 Quite truef' agreed Hack placidly. Hank grinned, content. He had been sure his pal had not been rattled. He had merely Wanted to prove his faith. c'We7ll get this guy, he said. CIPZUQV the game! 'P For a second their eyes met. The order was so like an echo they both began to laugh. The game it isf' announced Hack. at On your toes! W He glanced at the batter, and edged out. H Hit an! run play, Hank! 7' H Sure, itls a buntf' called Hank. I got it, toof' He saw the runner on first take a longer lead. He wondered what Hack had in mind. Before he could decide, the ball was pitched. He had seen the Blairstown runner start with the throw, saw his head was down, heard the crack of bat meeting ball. He raced for second, but, even as he started, he saw the batted ball go arching out to right field. To his right he heard a warning shout which rose above the Blair cheers. Hack was on the move. His gloved hand went out as if to stop a ball. He grabbed, recovered, whirled. Hank guessed the trick. at Hurry that throw! '7 he yelled as he rushed to second. He saw the run-

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Page I6 THE DOME Whos WI10 in the Senior Girls HARRIET BRUEN ........... .... M ost POPUIHI' .---- MARGUERITE GUSTAFSON .... . . Most Conscientious . . . . LOUISE SLOAN .............. PAULINE KATZ .. SYLVIA STONE RUTH THURING ANNA HUBBARD GRACE HILL .................. FLORENCE TRACHTEN BERG ..... DORIS REMMERS .......... - JO BENSINGER ....... ELEANOR BRENNAN SOPHIE ESIKOFF ANNA HUBBARD JOHANNA LIERE OLGA TROMBETTA JUNE BUNCE ....... HELEN LUCKS SOPHIE ESIKOFF VIOLA BURROWES EVELYN MANAHAN .,.. LOUISE SLOAN ..... PAULINE KATZ .. EVELYN ELSE ...... VIOLA BURROWES BELLE WAGNER BELLE WAGNER GRACE HILL ....... LENA LIPSCHUTZ .... BERNICE FRANKLIN HELEN LUCKS ..... JO BENSINGER RUTH HANDLEY ... HELEN LUCKS JOHANNA LIERE .. HARRIET BRUEN .. Jolliest . . . . Spanish Athlete . . . . . Best Looking . . . . . Most Digniiied . . . . Greatest Flirt , .... Daintiest .... Cutest . . . . Most Genial . . Best Sport .. . . . . Most Modest . . .... Noisiest ... Laziest . . . . Best Dresser . . Woman Hater Man Hater . . . Best Personality Cleverest Most Sarcastic .. . . . Class Humorist . . . . . . . . Most Pickle . . Wittiest . . . Teachers' Trial . Teachers' Blessing , . . Most Childish . ... Most Blase ... Best Dancer Class Actor . . . . Class Singer . . . . Class Artist . . . . . . Class Author . . . . . . Class Athlete . . . . . Quietest . . . ... Class Poet ... Most Conceited Glass Boys . . . . . . BILL MOULDER . . . . FRANK BERBERICH ABE ABRAMOWITZ ROLAND VAN KIRK . .. ARTIE ANISANSEL . . . . FRANK WEBSTER . . HENRY DIEKMANN GEORGE TESSARO . . . . . LARRY CLIST JACK RYAN BILL MOULDER JESSE STERN .. . . . . . LEO LOUISON . . . . HERMAN KROOS . . . . JACK STOLL . . . . SID BLOCK GARRY WYCKOFF HERBERT ANDERSON SID BLOCK ABE ABRAMOWITZ . . . . . . . .. ARTIE LOESCI-I HERBERT ANDERSON ROLAND VAN KIRK . . .. FRANK BERBERICH HERMAN BRODSKY . . . . GEORGE FISCHER . . . . . . ARTIE LOESCH FRANK WEBSTER ABE ABRAMOWITZ JESSE STERN HERBERT ANDERSON . ... BILL MOULDER JESSE STERN HARRY LOH ARTIE ANISANSEL Has Done Most for Richmond Hill ,... BILL MQULDER