Hewitt School - Venturer Yearbook (New York, NY)

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The Battle The sun was brightly shining And glad were the hearts of the men, For they'd rounded the tip of the Horn And were bound for home again. But the captain, as he paced the deck, Knew well what was in store. He knew there was great danger here, He'd been this way before. And shouting to his me11 he cried: Now listen, men, and listen well. Pirates are nigh, both grim and bold, Who want our cargo to sellf' The captain's words inspired his men, The cheers were as a mighty roar For every man felt heid return To walk upon his native shore. just then a man in the crow's nest cried In great excitement, Pirates ho! The guns were set upon the deck And powder brought up from below. A big black ship fast approached, QEach man was pale ,neath his tan,j And with the firing of a shot The battle then began. 5 df X? Some ivory clouds neared a sinking sun, Though few men could admire, For the pirate ship had sunk at last, But the victor couldnit retire. The water was littered with splinters, With dead and dying men, The cries of the wounded were awful, Of unscathed there were but ten.

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--ki - I. fi 5 'if -L f e i -2- H ' 727- ty i r Y Vx ,5 U ff- , Lf- t al l ' A5 'ff l W if , -, f 2. -rss .L . . ,.... T e Youn And Bmw The shouts of Olel', are deafening and the loud clapping and yelling make you feel as if the world- is sitting right beside you in the bullring. The young boy in the ring is dressed in an old pair of trousers that have been handed down to him from his eldest brother. They are ragged and torn. and his shirt is splashed with mud and dirt. His hair is too long, and it whips in the slight breeze that is cooling the crowd on this hot day of August. The passes are superb, and after each one the crowd yells as loud as it can, Ole! Olelv They are standing now, throwing everything into the arena, flowers, hats, everything. Never have they seen such precision or such grace! The young boy does not look at the rushing bull now, but at the crowd. The pass takes the bull's horns so close to his body that the crowd screams, No, No! The boyis face is sad, thin, and brooding. It is an ugly but still beautiful face. It could be painted only by one as great as El Greco. The boy's body is thin and scrawny, but his awkwardness is not noticed for the beauty of his movements with the cape. Now the matador and his peons come out into the ring and take the bull away from the boy's cape. The boy runs and leaps over the barrera, but there on the other side waiting are the policemen. They catch him and start off toward the gate, for he will be put in jail for his boldness. The crowd boos the act and tosses hats and flowers down on the boy. It is not very often that a boy of such skill comes illegally into the ring. Many try but have little skill, this is one exception. He will pay for his illegal entrance in the arena by a few days in jail. The crowd now settles down to watch the rest of the light, but they will not cheer much for this matador. They are thinking of the brave boy who may someday become the world's greatest matador. -George-Ann Roberts Class IX 42

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Then soothing night spread her shadow Over all the terrible scene, The cries of the Wounded were lessening, For death did intervene. 9 4 0 Amidst ii golden sunrise Under an azure dome, A lmttered ship was limping, Making its way toward home. Korzzlra Blorfgelt Class VII