Albany High School - Prisms Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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THE GARNET AND GRAY 27 was aglow with myriad candles, but their illumination spread not to the gloom of the distant corner where the child lay, lulled to sleep by the music. The services ended, the happy masses started homeward in anticipation of the joys of Christmas Day. The presence of the child remained yet unknown. Christmas morning the chimes of the cathedral pealed forth their glad tidings, and the crowds of fortune-favored folk came to acknowledge the new-born king. They found the child, beautiful, though bedraggled, and with the face of an angel. Still and cold he lay in startling paleness against the ruddy velvet of the cushions. Yet, in spite of his appearance of poverty and neglect, he wore on his upturned face a look of unutterable rapture and content. The sight of him brought to mind vividly the little Child of Bethlehem, and many, that day, after leaving the house of worship sought out the needy of the city, and strove to follow the message the child had imparted to them. And many a heart was made glad this day because of him. EDNA NELLEGAR, 323 GIRLS I HAVE KNOWN Winifred's a lithesome girl, Harriet is stout, Alma owns the cutest curl, Theresa knocks them out. Annette's figure's full of grace Rita wields the lip-stick, Ellen leads a furious pace, Yolanda swings a niblick. Olive advocates bare knees- U contribute what you please. CONSTANCE BURKART AN ELECTRIC WRINGER Wednesday night of last week Doc called up Jack and asked him over for a game of penny ante. Jack said he couldn't come because he was washing. Washing what? asked Doc. My B. V. D.'s, said Jack. just then central cut in and said: I'm wringing them. The Girl frather bored and sleepy at 11:30 P. MJ- I don't know a thing about baseball. Tardy Guest- Let me explain it to you. - The Girl- Very well, give me an illustration of a home run.

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26 THE GARNET AND GRAY hands, but much to his horror, the flame froze on the end of the match. At this time the wind was so strong, that it even blew telegraph poles inside out. Nevertheless he hurried on to the nearest corner. Upon arriving there, Sheridan had plenty of time to recite his Caesar lesson in French, before the one man car strolled along,-and 8:15, fifteen minutes away! Williams stepped briskly in the would-be-car, and proceeded to drop his fare in the Hoof. The conductor-motorman rendered a very sour-castie look, when Sheridan requested the former to ouvrez la porte, our hero's coat being caught. Upon reaching a seat near the middle of the car, Sheri- dan undertook the responsibility of holding it down, jointly, with a stout lady,-and 8:15, ten minutes away. Here the car stopped to take in the Old Lady's Home. This necessi- tated Williams's giving up his seat to a young-old lady. Our hero, upon reaching the rear of the car, proceeded to hold up the beam, which sup- ported the ceiling of the car,-and 8:15, five minutes away! One block from school, Sheridan, gathering together his trusty Caesar book, attempted to break through the front line in the rear. There were. People to the right of him, People to the left of him, People in front of him, Boldly he rode and, well, Into the face of the conductor, who dashed the door shut in his back. After leaving the car in the dust, he tore down the street, broke into the front door, ran through the locker rooms, raced up the end stairs, smashed in the door of room 324, and Vllilliams, you're late ! CDedicated to the over-worked children of the Albany High Schoolj GEORGE G1LDERsLEEvE, '23 CHRISTMAS EVE--A MESSAGE All evening he had trudged through the snow on his way to nowhere, moving only because it was warmer so. But now before the open doors of the great cathedral he paused at the strains of glorious music that stole out to him through the twilight. The little waif was starved, but not for want of food alone. The soul of this little one was one of the unaccountable mysteries which rise, to taunt one, from the swarming filth of the East Side. Perhaps the gods above. weary of a suitability of things, do this in jest, but if it be jest, 'tis indeed a cruel one. The soul of this prodigy of the slums found wings in music and here was music sublime and profuse. Fascinated, he crept nearer and nearer until he was nestled in the cushions of a seat in a dark corner. Soon the richly dressed, joyful throng came to worship. The church

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28 THE GARNET AND GRAY JOKES Willie, can you tell us anything about the iron age? Er-er I'm a bit rusty on the subject, teacher. K6 if Say, Brown, do you know Snobson? Yes. Nice chap, ain't he? No, I don't like him. He is one of your darned religious fellows. Religious! Why I never saw anything particularly indicative of superior piety about him. , I Well, I don't know. I loaned him ten dollars last Christmas, and it's been Lent with him ever since. it Grace- Dr. Squills is practising now, isn't he? Ethel Cblushingj- Yesf' Grace-- What are his hours?', Ethel- From eight to ten usually, but when pa's out he stays later. I don't see anything funny in that, said the lady looking into the coffin. Yes, that great baseball player was married last week. Any change in him? No. He is running and sliding for home more than ever. George- There goes the fellow that whistles at danger. Peg- Ah, he must be a very brave fellow. Who is he? George- A locomotive engineer. Jake-- See that girl there on the beach? She gets ten thousand dollars a year posing for artists. Rake- That's some figure. There are a lot of jokes but few of us are original. Al Lincoln-Even a policeman can't stop the flight of time. H. Golding-Why only this morning I saw a policeman go into a store and stop a few minutes. First Frosh-What is it that by losing an eye has nothing left but a nose. Second Frosh-You've got me. First Frosh--Noise. Miss Franklin--james, write a short theme on baseball. james' theme-Rain, no game.