Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The Tale of Eg-are and Amourette CContaining an account of the doings of Guinevere regarding Lancelot and a certain young ladyj NCE upon a time there was a knight. I shall not tell you his name, but since we must call him something for purposes of convenience, we may as well call him le Chevalier Egare. They called Gareth Beaumains -in fact, I think it was Egare himself who proposed this title-so if French he the fashion, French it shall be in deference to our knight. Egare was not of quite as great renown in Arthur's court as Lancelot, for instance, but he was quite as well liked as anybody, and I prefer Egare infinitely to Galahad. However., one day, while Egare was seeing how great a color-metamor- phosis teasing could make in Sir Kay's lemony face, a beautiful maiden entered the great wide hall. She had long, dark hair, and eyes which approached their darkness rather through grey than brown, a very white skin, and she was tall and well built. She advanced toward the King with such a queenly air and such consciousness of beauty in her gaze that Guinevere glanced apprehen- sivcly at Lancelot. As soon as Guinevere ascertained that Alnourette was prettier than she, immediately the nose of the better royal half was turned heavenwards, and kept at that precarious angle all the time Amourette was there, thus making the Queen lose a chance of flirting with Lancelot. As you have probably already prophesied, my clever reader, Egare was immediately enslaved by the charlns of this lovely demoiselle, so he decided that he would be the one that would ride through the forest to Nine

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Eight His lips against the pipes thrust forth, There in the forest, where you see The moon unfold from south to north. Return and glow beneath it, only A slim gleam in the forest's swerve- The moon out here would pierce your body, The flame would burn your body's curve, For only in depth one dares to go With naked limbs and naked heart, There are a thousand spears in light To tear the brave, glad thing apart. . . And the gold shrilling of the earth Would stifle youg so you would stare, An unacquainted flower, bruised And battered on the mammoth air. You might not be unhurt enough To ever rise and bathe the wound In a dusky chrysalis .... You might sink where you had swooned, Down into the greedy soil, And feed yourself to ilower's roots Turned to April-you might be Engendered in the earth's shoots .... Nymph, go back, you were not meant To be, a flower, you are just A young sprite vaguely real, a dream Of wind and star and leaf's dust- An unreal thing can never come Into reality and stand The surety of life against The transient breast, the psycic hand. . . Nymph, return to the soft moving Of dim things unwaylaid by flame, If you are caught in the dawn's wonder, You will have only yourself to blame ...... Anna Elizabeth Bennett, June, 1931

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kill the dragons or giant the lady probably wished to have killed, and his arm would somehow find its way around Amourette's waist, and the sheer romantic deliciousness of the situation would give speech to his tongue -well, he was somewhat astonished when Amourette, departing from the usual order of things by not stating that there was somewhere a monster ogre with one eye, and a face full of hideous blotches, and no nose or mouth, merely explained to Arthur that she wished to be escorted through a dangerous forest where a fierce enemy lay awaiting her. Egare very promptly offered himself, and of course Arthur consented to his going. Guinevere, burning to see whether Lancelot were safe, thought her nose might venture down from its exalted position, but no, that odious, beauti- ful creature was still there, and Arthur was inviting her to have dinner with the company, because she was the daughter of his dearest friend. Why did Amourette have to be placed next to Lancelot? And there she was, looking three times as fascinating as Guinevere herself, smiling at Lancelot, who was putting on a killing look already! Why-Why-if it came to that-if Guinevere couldn't even have her own lover-where then was the advantage in being Queen? However, to make a plain tale still plainer, we will only relate that Egare swiftly bedazzled Amourette before she could entangle Lancelot, and Guinevere could have gone down on her knees to Egare for it. On the way through the perilous forest, after a terrible combat with the fierce enemy, in which the ogre's head went waltzing down a hill, and Egare had flicked off a leaf from his spotless sleeve and resumed his ride with the lady, his arm somehow found its way around Amourette's waist, and the sheer romantic deliciousness gave speech to his tongueg Amourette of course, blushed and looked out from under her eyelashes, and laid her head lovingly against her knight's shoulder, after having let the ardent Egare snatch his first kiss from the coy maiden. However, perhaps we are being too interested in this sort of thing already, so we shall watch the pair turn about face to Arthur's court, where they were married. Then Guinevere had a colossal job on her hands: how to keep Lance- lot away from Mrs. Amourette fwe don't dare to say or vice-versaj. How- ever Madame was so engrossed with her handsome Egare that she didn't overwork Guinevere, and in about a year and a day, a knight was des- patched to Arthur's very dearest friend with a message from Egare which announced, in the language of those days, something to this effect: Mother and child are doing well. Aurelia Leflier, January, 1933. Ten A