Albany High School - Prisms Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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24 THE GARNET AND GRAY VViggled with the delight and happiness. A happier Ford could not have been found. She was happy and frolicsome as a young colt, much to the discomfort of the three musketeers. They traveled on, this unique quartet, and W'hen the shades of night began to fall, they sought cover through fear of being crushed under its accelerating weight. They slumbered that night, the three musketeers and Lizzie. Aye, Lizzie still slept when the trio were up and doing. They tried to awake her, they coaxed her, they' pushed her, they cranked her, but she slumbered on in peace. She would not even grunt. Ah, gentle sleep, sweet sleep! What a soother of tired nerves. Lizzie had exercised vigorously in the fresh air of yesterday and was tired. She determined to have her rest. At last she gasped, sputtered, and kicked like Maud. Another' crank! She jumped forward and fell back in exhaustion. She choked, gasped for breath, quivered in every nut and halked and began to shiver. It was indeed a cold morning. Pt-sput-tick-bangg r-r-r-tick, sput, put, put, put. She chattered in the transmission, as the foot of the musketeer descended on low. She was awake and, As the musketeer let out his foot She responded with a jump, and was off in a clatter of valves. A powerful Stutz was scared, And gave her the road. Lizzie was imbued with a new spirit. So they traveled for many days, And so they slept many nights, And so they labored many mornings, until one bright morning they halted on the shores of the great, Stately St. Lawrence. Ferried across into the North land, over the border that knew no fortress. Lizzie was happy in this new adventure. She pranced along with the fire of a Morvitch, with the speed and spit of a De Palma. That day she was in Ottawa, and turning back east that evening she snorted through the streets of Montreal the next afternoon. 456-896 slept that night in a garage, the first time in a week, with a roof above her. That night was a miserable night for Lizzie. Although she was rated by the customs at one hundred dollars the next day found her feeling as though she was worth ninety-nine dollars and ninety-eight cents less. VVhen the master musketeer came the next morning to see her, she told him her pitiful story of the night. A haughty Fierce-Sparrow, nickeled and polished, spick and span, began the impolite game, speaking to a Twin Six who was also visiting. VVhere did this thing blow in from, he asked disdainfully. The Twin Six raised his rear wheel and scratched his fender thought- fully. Ask the man who owns it. It's all I can do to keep track of

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THE GARNET AND GRAY 23 children dear, they probably figured they didn't need to cheer, seeing that the teams were so good. When the cheer leader had the consultation with the coach, it resulted in the Team going on the floor with the most foolish instructions possible. VVhen the Team began losing and were razzed by the Other Town, the Moral Support finally awoke to the fact that they were falling down on their part of the job. The moral, children dear, is that people shouldn't wait to be hit on the head before letting the idea sink into the oatmeal. Louis H. BAER THE CRUISE OF 456-896 QA MODERN FABLED They are all bright and beautiful, Everyone is short and small, But the gaff they stand is Wonderful- For the great Ford made them all. t 456-896 had never broken a lawg 456-896 was innoccnt of all that she was accused of, and yet in the freakish manner in which she was dressed by her master, she felt guilty, she felt ashamed. This unhappy feeling came over her only when she was in the presence of the great knights of the road, when there was some part of her body that was in pain, some part of her nervous system out of order, and could not perform according to her master's wish. The real name of 456-896 was Lizzie and she was a member of the largest family in America. Yes, Lizzie was a Ford. It was a fine, clear day in September when 456-896 left Albany on a long journey. It was a novel journey. And Lizzie wore a traveling suit that was of the very latest, yes, later than the latest, for no one had yet seen the like in a traveling costume. The suit was made to order and designed by Lizzie's master. When she rolled out into the street on that eventful morning, She was proud. For her habit was indeed exclusive. Her body had been stripped to the channeled frame, and in, its place was built of Wood, a large platform surmounted by a tent over a skeleton frame to hold it rigidly in place. She looked like a prairie schooner of old, a miniature. The master and two friends were starting that day on a camping trip to Canada. The three musketeers drove her through the beautiful moun- tainous country of the North. Lizzie was invigorated by the wonderful air. It thrilled and tickled her in the carbureter. She was happy on this free-lance drive, through the country. And she danced with every rebound of her air-cushioned rubber, quiv- ered throughout her entire frame in her eagerness.

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THE GARNET AND GRAY 25 all the makes without looking up the back numbers. Maybe it's the boiler from Robert Fulton's old Clermont. Lord knows. Lizzie quivered, her radiator was boiling over from her resentment, but she controlled herself, seeing that she was powerless. Then up spoke a small Ford ton truck, If you knew how you looked when you first came out you wouldn't have so much to say. That 'kid' is all right. He's got to be, Henry designed it and Henry designed me and I'll wager we'll stand anything you'll stand any day. Lizzie wiggled front right fender in gratitude, for even this bit of consolation from her foreign cousin. There was a Lincoln in the far corner. My friends, let us have malice toward none and charity for all. Lizzie, you must admit you can travel. She can be depended upon to get there. She works faithfully and well. Yes, we must give her credit. Travel, said the Fierce Sparrow contemptuously, why, I'd run all over her. I could do ninety per. I carry princes and swells, and I'd be twice around the world before that tin can could wiggle its fan belt. VVell, I ain't given to blowing, as a rule, began the Buick, but when better cars are built, Buick will build them. Yet, Liz over here isn't such a bad skate if you can bank the difference. Lizzie doesn't need a horn. You can hear her a mile back. She's in my class only I don't make any noise about it, said Dodge, as he put in his two license plates. Aw, she's only a bunch of ' papier mache ' and can't take a hill except tail end first. Bah l scorned the Paige as she turned up her pointed nose. The master patted Lizzie on the hood and reassured her. He fed her some gas and gave her some condensed air. That's all right, Liz. Don't mind them. We'll show 'em up to-day, eh, old girl? And Lizzie did. She took some punishment that day. She worked as she never worked before, for her master, for in one day she spanned the distance between Montreal and Albany. She was a credit to her designer. Lizzie wasn't good looking but she had good sense, and lots of pep. It was an accomplishment that would make her tormentors of the night before green with jealousy. Moral: Looks are often deceitful. The pulse tells more than the pedigree. BERTHA M. VVARSHAW SCHOOL DAYS The wind was humming a melancholy air, one frosty day last Decem- ber, when, Up from the South at break of day, Sheridan NVilliams, 'A with a terrible rumble and grumble and roar, burst from his house like a shot from a cannon's mouth, -and 8:15, twenty minutes away! It was so bitterly cold, that Williams lighted a match to warm his