Benjamin School for Girls - Tusitala Yearbook (New York, NY)

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TUSITALA Port 1928 WY- - - - PRIZE PO-EMI FROM ENGLISH IV T0 My Mather EVELYN JAFFE Her love is like a ceaseless spring That sparkles in the sun, Her love is like a soaring lark, Whose song is never done. Her love is like a summeris day, And like a throbbing star. Her love is like a moving fire One watches from afar. The poems deserving Honorable Mention from English IV are: Romance ..................,.................................,............................i.............. LUCILLE MENSCHEL T have Thmgr I Love ........ ....... M URIEL FLEISCHMAN Slaipr That Parr .......... ....... N AOMI HALPERT PRIZE STORY-ENGLISH II Il'r All in life Clotber SYLVIA ROTHSTEIN When it became known that Priscilla Ellis was going to Tate College, surprise was expressed on all sides and remarks such as Really, you'd think a girl of her looks and ideas would prefer Smith or Barnard . For Tate's reputation had already reached the small town of Fairwater, Pennsylvania. She had bid her mother good-bye, not in the approved style of Fairwater, but smiling. Now she stood in the Grand Central Station alone. People were hurrying back and forth, but no one paid Priscilla any attention. Priscilla had received strict instructions concerning the trip, and so, following the schedule her mother had planned for her, she hailed a taxi and ordered the driver to take her to Tate College. Upon reaching her destination, she was ushered, after some waiting, into the Matton's office, who, in turn, told her to go to room 415, which was to be hers for the term. After questioning some girls who happened to be around as to how she could find her way about, Priscilla arrived in front of room 415. Opening the door, she stood dumbfounded, for clothes were strewn all around the room, and, in the midst of this mess, stood a girl whom Priscilla believed to be the prettiest she had ever seen. Pager T-zz'e17lyaT!aree

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PRIZE POEM EROM ENGLISH II ONE OUT OE MANY BY FRANCES LYON He terraces his footsteps every day, Walks the same blocks, in the very same way, Some pass him by, without even a glance, 4 Others stop and pity-but never give him a chance, Yet there are some who feel for the man And give him a trifle whenever they can. In the turmoil of life, there are many who feign, To be crippled, distorted, and twisted with pain. But our intuition compels us to give To the man we think true and determined to live. The one in the khaki so faded, Q His face so grim and so grayg He fought for his country's honor, And see where he is today. Legless, armless, or blinded, The Answer to his country's call, Now he begs for a few paltry pennies, Date we ever refuse him at all. This poem deserves honorable mention: ' Sou of Tke lvI071f77Z6Z7'li1'EH .........,........................................,............... ....... G RACE SCOTT PRIZE POEM .FROM ENGLISH III O, Moon ADELE HARRISON O, moon, why do you seek to hide yourself Behind yon clinging cloud? Are you fearful that your too 'luminous beauty Will dim my merely mortal eyes? O, moon, thou lone companion of the stars, Do you not weary of your constant vigil? You, who smile everlastingly upon these lowly mortals, O, lift your misty veils-and answer me! Poems deserving Honorable Mention from English III are: A City Arleep ................................................................................................ HELEN GELLER fabez Speakf to the Angel ...... .............. H ORTENSE FELDMAN Page Twenty-Two TUSITALA Fort 1928

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f - Wifi -if 'I'USliliAl-A Fun IOQH Oh, Ilm afraid I have the wrong room , gasped Priscilla, I was sure the matron said 4I5. Most probably did, remarked the other girl, didn't think yould have a room to yourself, did you? A pause during which the girls looked at each other. So we're to be room-mates, eh? Guess we'll get along if you give me my own way. My namels Phyllis, what's yours?,' Priscilla gasped at this sudden onrush of questions but finally managed to answer. My stuff will be put away in a few minutes, then, you can start to unpack, added Phyllis. Thus, Priscilla was initiated into the mysteries of college life and the intimate friendship with girls of her own age. Time passed, and now the Christmas holidays were drawing near. A deep friend- ship had sprung up between Priscilla Ellis and Phyllis Edgerton, which many believed had to break soon because of the great difference in the personality of the two girls. It's comell' shouted Phyllis rushing into the room one afternoon towards the end of November. What's come?', questioned Priscilla, who was trying to study for an exam the next day. An invite to spend the week-end of December 14 at the Tower's Long Island home. Bill Edwards will be there, and if he doesn't propose then, he never will, for I'm going out and buy loads and loads of stunning clothes. If clothes can't get him, I guess it'll be all off. I suppose so, still, clothes arenit everything, you know,', answered Priscilla, and then, 'Tm invited to Alicels house party that same week-end, you know, Phyl. I really shouldn't go because all of my clothes look like rags, and Dad wrote that he had lost a lot of money in some deal, therefore I canlt ask him for any money. Howard Waberton will be there and it looks as if my chances for attaching him are rather slim. Oh, Howard won't even notice what you're wearing, retorted Phyllis. All he cares about is the human mind, philosophy, and all that bunkf' The morning of the fourteenth found the girls in a frenzy-classes must be at- tended, baggage packed, and a million and one other things left to the last minute had to be remembered. When this was all done, the girls rushed to classes, asking the chamber-maid to give the bags to the chauffeurs. Four o'clock came around, classes were over, and the bags had gone. There were still five minutes in which to say good-bye. Well, Pris, I wish you all the luck in the world and-Oh, Gosh!-if you don't make Howard Illl never forgive you. Yes, and Phyl, don't you dare allow all those gorgeous clothes to go to waste. This was all that could be said. It was now time for each to board her train, and so each girl started on the trip that was to mean so much to her. At exactly 5:20 two more excited girls could not be found, than Priscilla and Phyllis. As both bags had the same initials, by some unforeseen trick of fate, the maid had given Phyllis' bag to Priscilla's chauffeur and vice versa, Phyllis receiving Priscilla's plain sport dresses, Priscilla, the complete ownership of Phyllis' stunning new outfit. Page Twefzly-Fozfr