Herkimer High School - Ye Green Quill Yearbook (Herkimer, NY)

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26 The Green Quill REDWOODS NEAR SANTA CRUZ Near Santa Cruz is a magnificent grove of redwoods. The trees are immense. The tallest tree in this grove is called the Giant. It is three hundred and six feet high, and it is said that one hundred feet has been blown from the top. The tree is sixty-six feet in circumference and twenty-two feet in diameter. It is claimed by scientists that this tree is four thousand five hundred years old and has enough lumber in it to build thirty houses with five rooms each, or to cut over one million two hundred and fifty thousand shingles. There is another tree named t'he Freemont because General Freemont camped in it in 1846. The floor space inside is thirteen feet by twenty feet. The tree is two hundred and eighty-five feet higjh, sixty feet in circum- ference, and twenty feet in diameter. Seventy- five sailors once stood in the hollow. The tree named Grant is called after the famous General Grant. It is three hundred feet high, fifty-five feet in circumference, and eighteen feet, four inches in diameter. The Roosevelt tree is named after Presi- dent Roosevelt and is two hundred and seventy- Iive feet high, forty eight in circumference, and sixteen feet in diameter. The Sherman is two hundred and eighty five feet high, sivty-two feet in circumference and twentylfeet, eight inches in diameter. It is t'he oldest tree in the grove, five thousand years old. The Cathedral Group is three hundred feet high. one hundred and ten feet in circum- ference and thirty-seven feet in diameter. This group consists of eighteen trees, nine large and nine small. It is four thousand years old. The Harrison is two hundred and eighty- five feet high, seventy-two feet in circumference, and twenty-four feet in diameter, The McKinley is two hundred and sixty- five feet high, forty feet in circumference, and thirteen feet, four inches in diameter. The Neck Breaker is two hundred feet to the first branch, and three hundred feet high. To view t'he top of this tree one must stand with his back to the trunk and look up. There are several trees that are called freaks of nature, such as the Hen and Chicks There are six Chicks around the Hen, There is a huge hollow redwood that is called the Bear Den. One stands in awe at the sight of these beautiful old trees. -Elizabeth Hildreth BOOK SHELF A Connecticut Yankee in Kin Arthur's Court Mark Twain In this humorous tale Clemens tells the story of a. Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. His description of the city, Camelot, and his description of King Arthur's hall are the impressions that a person of the modern day would gain. The story is told in a mix- ture of old English speech and present-day slang. The story is very humorous and pro- mises entertainment to whoever reads it. WHY THE WEATHER C. F. Brooks The book is a collection of scientific facts a-bout atmospheric conditions and their effects on weather. The book is based upon the lect- ures and explanations of Dr, Brooks of Clark University. It is very easily understood and well worth the time spent in reading it. The explanations do not begin with the more ad- vanced phases but they deal with the funda- mentals of the subject. --H. K. THE MAN NOBODY KNOWS Bruce Barton The Man Nobody Knows is a revelation of the character of Jesus, much different from any other biography of Him. So many people have thought of Jesus, as meek and lowly and the Lamb of God. Barton paints him in a different light. Instead of being a soft spoken, weak man, he is com- manding, physically strong, mentally alert, but not arrogant. Jesus never wasted words. In choosing his diciples he 'did not stop and plead with them. In the case of the fisherman, he said, Come 'with me and I will make you fisherman. Had 'he said, I have a new religion and will make you the expanders of it, they would have said. wait until to-morrow. Instead he said in commanding voice his personality calling them, Come-fishers of men. They were ignorant men but they could understand fishers, Why, they had been fishers all their lives! This was nothing new- Fishers People thought He never laughed. Jesus loved a crowd. He liked the noise and gayety. ln a crowd, one can't remain unsmiling. Be- cause Jesus loved a crowd, He must have laughed. Of course He laughed! The book is interesting and well worth your time spent on it. It reveals Jesus, t'he Christ, in another light, but takes nothing from His divinity. -E. Y. '28

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The Green Quill 25 , SPRING FEVER There is music in the alr. Young gentlemen are strutlng around the streets. People are planting' The shops are full, and countless automobiles are seen. Everyone knows these symptoms, for they denote the arrival of spring. As we travel along, we hear people talking of the dread disease, spring fever. You may look in all the doctor books of the world, but will never find described therein a, disease known by that fearful name. Spring fever in caused by that mystic germ, spring, and no pryslcian can tell you much about it, Vwhen the birds herald the appnoach of Persephone, fond parents cast fearful glances at their children, for children are very sus- ceptible to sprlnfg fever, and they, with lovers, make up the majority of- cases. Any out-of the-ordinary prank is immediately attributed to this disease. .Spring fever is looked upon as the cause for many a good man's going wrong, at the altar. - Although spring fever is an ordinary afflic- tion, and everyone knows its cause, no one can 'find a cure. And no one wants to, for this old world could hardly get along without spring fever. -Alfred Stern H. H. S. LAMENTATIONS A Senior may feel rather 'blue As graduation nears, When he recalls those golden days Spent in the last four years. A Junior too, has his woes, Thou'g,'h but a year to wait, He also laments the time When he'll have to graduate. A Sophmore doesn't worry much About this time as yet, He never looks two years ahead And that's a good safe bet. A Freshman shouldn't have a worry But he has, quite so, He doesnt like it, not a bit Because he has four years to go. -I. S. '29 THE HOUSE OF CONTENT Beyond the vague horizon, Away in distant lands, Far away from the icelands Yes, far from the burning sands, Lies the House of Content. The roof is built of pure goodness, The sides, of friendship true, Its windows, are made of fidelity, Yes, and the shutters too. This is the House of Content. When you've journeyed thru the land Where windows are made of deceit, Where friends you have lost, there too, I 'wish that you all may meet In the House of Content. -Irene Shraeder '29 MENTAL LAZINESS Jack sat by a bench whittling toys from soft wood. His wife 'Mollie was seeding a tiny plot of ground at the back -door. She was a frail little woman with large blue eyes which were shaded always by a trouble too heavy for her slender shoulders to bear. Every few minutes she would enter the kitchen to see that her cookies didn't scorch. The fifth time she entered the room she stopped beside Jack and, asked him if he could finish the seeding. Now, Mollie, you know I ain't very strong. Now with that rheumatism and this cough I don't see how I could do lt. To prove he had a cough, the man hacked at nothing in his throat. The 'wife who never argued forgot her usual shrug and restraint of tongue and 'burst out, Jack Mulligan, you know as well as I do that you hain't got no rheumatism and that cough of yours ain't nothing. And if there was a cold in your head 'tis because you were too lazy to shet the window. Now, Mollie, you know what old Doctor Gray said. Dr. Gray is too old and getting too blind and rheumatic himself to know much about medicine any more. Mollie went back to her garden leaving the robust man in doors. There was no appearance about him to tell that he was sick save the ill look he feigned. He laid down his 'whittling and picked up a volume of poetry. The 'book opened at Angelo Morgaus's A Song of Triumph. When his wife entered he said. Mollie, ain't she the gran-d poet though? Listen to this swing. VVork! Thank God for the might of it The ardor, the urge, the delight of it- Work! Thank God for the swing of it For the clamoring, hammering of it, Passion of labor daily hurled On the mighty anvils of the world. ' When he had finished reading Mollie quietly said, Why don't you work then, Jack? The next day Jack was again whlttling toys and reading peotry, E. Y. The Green Quill lStafT of 1928 desires to ex- press its appreciation to Miss Murphy and her typewriting classes for their 'help in preparing the material for publication.

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1 The Green Quill 27 CHI MIN EY SMOKE Christopher Morley This is 'Morley's latest collections of poetry. The poems are selected from '5Songs fOr a Little House, Rocking Horse, Hide and Seek, but some new poems have 'been added. Morley's poetry as well as 'his essays are about 'subjects familiar to all of us. In many of his poems there is that note of humor for which Morley is remembered. Not all of his poems are humorous, however, for there are some a little tenderer in though. All people who enjoy poetry would appreciate Mogey. - . K. THE LITTLE NATURE LIBRARY The Little Nature Library consists of four books which deal with trees, wildflowers, birds and butterflies. No one text book could pos- sibly contain the ample information each of these books contains. They were not written as texts but were planned to be used as cor- relative material. Each one of the books con- tains many colored pictures which enable the reader to see the true coloring of the bird, butterfly, tree, or flower. The books are written by authors who understand their subject and appreciate their unseen audience, --H. K. I took a walk the other day Beside 'a riffling streamg The air was balmyg birds were gay- I sat me down to dream. I sat me down to think and think Of happy days at school: It seemed I stood upon the brink Beside a thick, black pool. Behind me carefree happy years, Before the thick black pool of lifeg I wished I were a seer who peers Into its toil and strife. I though of teachers patient, fair, I wished they might find luckg I thought ot' their firmness, wisdom, care, Efficiency, faith. and pluck. I thought of athletics with its magic call- The game, well, life is a game: And dear old Prof Morgan, best sport of all, The friend of each freshie who came. So I sat for hours and dreamed Beside the singing brook, And all at once all nature seemed 'To 'have lost its brilliant look. No more happy, careless plays, Good friends soon would be apart, Serious 'work would till our days, And lonesomeness come to my heart. Ah well, life is like a thick fblack pool And we cannot see 'how deepg But if we use with care each tool, Success in life we're' sure to reap. Classmates, let us do or -die As we separate and roam, Let us be a credit to Herkimer High To country, God, and home. -Riffanacht CLASS OF 1928 PROPHECY June 26, 1948 Some months ago, I went to visit my friend Mrs. C. E. Dodge. 'She was very busy arrang- ing her daughteris clothes for the 'Commence- ment exercises. This brought back to our memories the happy graduation exercises of our class of 1928. How fast the years had gone by for it only seemed yesterday when our mothers were doing the same thing for us. Suddenly we struck upon a plan to take her daughter on a trip -for a graduation present. We 'decided to have the trip cover all the cities of our great state. It was a beautiful summer morning when we started on our journey by automobile. We decided to visit flrst our state capitol and went by the way of Cherry Valley. We reached Albany at noon and Catherines daughter, Mary wished to visit the educational building. We were passing through the long hall and I happened to look into one of the rooms and whom should I see, but Thelma Ash and Made- llne Grainger busily correcting regents papers. They came out and we chatted with them for some little time. We were very surprised to find our old class-mates 'here and they told us that Edna Waterman was superintendent of St, Peters hospital at Albany and Florence Nedzynski was superintendent of the surgical ward there also. To finish the afternoon we took-a ride over to Troy. We visited 'many of the stores and we met Alexander Krohmalney walking up and down the ailses in Woolworth's 5 Gr 10 cent store. He told us he has been floor walker for three years. After leavimg Alex. we decided to visit R. P. I. which is one of the big schools in Troy. Catherine and I were discus-sing how many of our classmates we had encountered when Sid- ney Johnson walked up to us. He told us he was a teacher there at the school and we congratulated him in his success. It was getting rather late so we journeyed back to Albany and went to our 'hotel to rest up for our journey on the morrow. Ca.therine's daughter wished to buy a book of poems by the modern author, Lee Riftanacht and we com- mented also on his success and were very proud to think that he was one of our class- mates. The next morning we arose early and started for New York. We reached ouri destination, late in the evening and went straight to a hotel where we discovered the manager to be, Arthur Tetlock, who insisted that we 'be his guests for seve-ral days in New York. After dining, we went to our rooms immediately. We intended to go out but not knowing where to go I picked up the paper to see what amuse- ments we could find. I was 'glancing over the base'ball scores and discovered Raymond Casa- donte as one of the famous players of the Yan. kee's. 'Then I came upon a. notice of a concert to be given the next afternoon. To my surprise Marjory Myers was one of the artists appearing.