Bayside High School - Triangle Yearbook (Bayside, NY)

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HVE LEST WE FORGET They sTood aT aTTenTion and said never again: While They ThoughT oT The youngsTers who died men. They Took away baTTIeships, divided up land, They buiIT up a TreaTy Tounded on sand. YeT Today all ThoughTs of The pasT have gone, They TorgeT They shed blood aT The baTTIe oT Marne. They've Torn up The TreaTy founded on sand, And replaced iT wiTh cannon shiny and grand. If you renT an aparTmenT i+lII cosT you more, To have shell proof walls you can'T buy aT The sTore. And ChrisTmas Time each and every year, A gas mask Tor Junior wiTh pIenTy oT cheer. So remember The lesson ThaT was TaughT: Lives can be sold, buT souls noT boughT. And IisTen To I-Ieavenly guidance wiTh pride, Remembering Those who ToughT and who died. Joseph WhiTworTh TH E HEIGHTS I came, I saw, I conquered, Too. Caesar said iT, so can you. There is no goal wiThouT hard work, So you musT labor, Tor wiThin, AmongsT The darkness and The din There shines a IighT ThaT you musT sTrive To keep on burning and alive. The road on upward may be long, BuT noT Tor The Tearless or The sTrong Of mind, who rule This good round sphere, Whose daily expIoiTs we do hear. They are The men who gained The Top, They are The men who never sTop-- Theodore Richards POEMS GRADUATION Seniors now Take a bow: Soon To be Men so Tree: No one Tail All can hail- GraduaTion Day. WaITer Muller THE CLOCK IT Ticks away The hours, From iTs perch upon The shelf. IT waiTs noT Tor The man nor maid: IT's IiTe wiThin iTseIT. And Tho' iT's iusT a IiTTIe Thing, OT blank Tace, many eyes, IT causes grieT To many souls Brings Tears To many eyes. IT laughs aT life wiTh crueITy, And Takes us by The hand. BUT-iT Teaches a rule To Thee: Time waiTs noT Tor any man. SuseTTe Cross DOUBT AND HOPE I-learTs aTIuTTer We sTammer and sTuTTer: Words Tail us People hail us We know noT where To Turn: To IeTT or righT We'II seek The IighT OT guidance and sinceriTy, And leave our marks In bold relief- WaiTing Tor PosTeriTy. WaITer Muller TEN JANUARY, I938

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- Had a Wonderful Time by SHEILA MICHELSON The Train shuddered To a regreTful sTop and, gaThering TogeTher our lasT ounce of flagging energy and baggage, we bursT upon The unsus- pecTing Iiffle village of Kenf. While sfumbling over piles of luggage, dirTy-faced Ii++Ie kiddies and Too many people, we were rescued by Lora, who had broughT all This annoying business on us by inviTing us up for The week-end. ChaTTering gaily, as is her habiT, she led The way To one of many sTaTion-wagons where we were sTuffed in wiTh five oTher guesTs, Two scoTTies and an un- godly amounT of baggage. In This informal sTaTe we were driven To l.ora's humble abode, which proved To be a Ii++Ie fiffeen-room shack siTTing on The fronT side of a mounfain. We had hardly SAT fooT on The fronT sTep when a flood of peo- plile submerged us wiTh The usual formalifies of welcome. I looked hopelessly aT brofher Tod, whiIsT our minds, like Two well-oiled machines, in- sTanTly reverfed To The giIT-edged inviTaTion . . . iusf a cozy liffle week-end wiTh a few friends. . . . JusT abouf as cozy as The Grand CenTraI STaTion. Borne upon This human wave we even- Tually landed in The library, where Lora began The Trials and TribulaTions of inTroducTion. In no Time aT all we were acquainfed wiTh a Prince Leonidoff who was badly in need of a haircuT, and Three square meals a day: Sarah Read Sloan, who wrifes chiIdren's books and looked like The Before picTure of one of Those Before and AfTer adverfisemenfsg Lennox Deveney, a vio- IinisT . . . The Type who walks inTo a cockfail bar and orders a glass of milky a droopy-looking Russian acTress wiTh uncomforfably long, blood- red fingernails, and a name ThaT sounded like someone gargling wiTh LisTerine and whose only aTTribuTes were a sable coaT and an aufogyrog STuarT STraTTon Sfearn Ihe IaTer became plain Sfewl an arTisT who smoked perfumed Benson and I-ledges cigareTTes. When iT was all over we wenT up To our rooms To recuperaTe. I grafefully fell asleep, only To be awakened aT 4:00 for Tea. AT The Top of The sfairs I meT my broTher looking grim and moan- ing: Oh lord, how can we go Through wiTh This! lmmediaTely we were seized by Lora wiTh Two more of her priceless colIecTion in Tow. This is Dana Ashley, she said, he painfed Ma- donnas for seven years and mermaids for Three and Then gave up and wenf To Poland. And This, very proudly, is whaT he broughT back. Dana managed To look pained, as Lora Turned To a long, rangy looking individual wiTh a droopy haT, shiny face and horn-rimmed glasses. One of heaIThy, ouT-doorish Types who go so well wifh aufumn scenery. This is Deborah Crowell. When They were swallowed up in The Throng, Lora confided ThaT The Crowell person had so many degrees she was Llop-sided. Tea Time passed inTo oblivion wiTh a heafed discussion of Picasso, The Ivling DynasTy and Kafherine Cornell. Finally dinner sneaked up on us, and I found myself seaTed nexT To a Frenchman named Andre Loire, who couldn'T speak a word of English IThank heavensl. Our conversaTion consisfed mainly of: Passez-moi la viande, s'iI vous plaiT and CeTTe soupe esT Tres bonne, n'esT-ce pas? On my IefT was a Russian prince. We were gef- Ting along admirably unTil I happened To menfion ThaT I didn'T parficularly like Rachmaninoff's CanTaTa, Spring From Then on Things wenf from worse To worse, and in abouT Ten minufes we were aT The cream-puffs-aT-Twenfy-paces sTage. Tod was siTTing opposife me Iall disTress signals flyingl befween a girl named Virginia von I-Iaagen, The college girl Type who maiored in sTage designing and child psychology. She was nicknamed SguiTfy and I.ora's sisTer-in-law, Elaine, who was looking very languid and had one of Those husky, world-weary voices. To say The leasr, The poor chap looked desperaTe II was seriously Thinking of yelling Fire I. The end finally came and we adiourned To The library where we spenf The resT of The evening playing bridge, alThough some of Them were engaged in The infelligenr occupafion of Trying To Tear a ConnecTicuT Telephone book in half. I reTired from acTive compeTiTion when They began anew on a Sears-Roebuck caTaIogue. Safurday morning dawned brighT and clear wiTh breakfasf aT eighT-ThirTy. Andre engaged himself in animaTed conversaTion wiTh The Rus- sian acfress, who was looking even droopier Than usual over a grapefruif. Tod was discussing archiTecTure wiTh Ashley and siTTing nexT To Elaine, who was Trying To look languid in riding cIoThes and wasn'T succeeding very well. I man- aged To concenTraTe on waffles, coffee, and Their conversaTion consisfed mainly of all The guesTs who were asleep. We learned Deborah had up and lefT us To Tear back To Omaha or IConTinued on Page 47I JANUARY, I 938 NINE

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