Hunter College High School - Argus Yearbook (New York, NY)

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UDTBI' Subway Edition Sch 0 ol Ne w 3 Um0l'-BSQUB A PAPER FOR PEOPLE WHO CCAN'TJ THINK A little nonsense now and then Is thought of by women as well as by men. CIRCULATION: - oooooz PRICE:-1 MARK J- Hunter Student Commits Murder G. 0. Elections to be Held Soon What Has Happened to Justice? 1i 'Serious COmp1iCati0r1S Hard Contest Between What Haprpened to Feared. Two Principal Parties. Justice? Mary Smith, one of the .The coming G. O. elec- Yesterday afternoon most popular girls in Hunter, beloved by both iteachers and friends alike, has suddenly turned homicidal. She had every- thing any girl could de- sire to make her happy, and the police are at a loss to understand the motive for the crime. Friends who were present at the time the alleged murder was committed have testified that Mary had been in a pleasant humor all day. It was only during the eighteenth period that she seemed disturbed. ln the nine- teenth, her anger grew, and in the twentieth, reached its climax. Sud- denly, without a moment's warning or hesitation, she brought her ruler soundly down upon the desk and -Killed a Fly! tions are of supreme in- terest to the school at large and we are taking this opportunity of using our influence through this -oh, well let it -go at that-this newspaper to give a summing up of the campaign. The two par- ties are the Dependents and the Independents or the Know-Nothings. The platform of the latter is: Free Lunch Three Elevators Six Elevator-boys Two New Buildings Three Subjects Two Teachers The Dependents stand firmly against them. We are sure that it will be a very, very close con- test, but it is rumored that the Know-Nothings have a slight majority throughout the student body. 110 she was innocently and happily playing with her dolls. Justice dear, called her mother, come for a walk. But, mother dear, l'm not fully dressed yet. Oh, slip on anything, and come down quickly, and hurry, dear, said mother. The little girl, all un- aware of the terrible fate which lay in store for her, slipped on the top step, and came flying down obediently. Later the mother rushed to the police station. As yet no traces of the child have been found fthis happened two hours agoj. We could say some v e r y insulting things about them, but we won't. Merely we remark that the Police System is no good, and it is rapidly growing no better.

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T H E A R G U S Maria Glhaphvlninr Maria Chapdelaine, a translation from the F renclhl lolf Louiws Hemon, is a delightful tale of the Lake St. John country in the backwoods of Quebec. Hemon is able to depict this setting so aptly since he himself lived for a year and a half loin the frontier, making a clearing in the backwoods and writing his book during the intervals of his toil. He makes the, neiader love the wide expanse of virgin for- est land and the simple pioneer folk who labor loin the soil, only to make a clearing and eventually raise their own crops. At times the nelader envies the pioneer folk, tfheir natural sur- roundings, and honest toil, and at other times he sympathizes for the bareness and isolation of their life. Howelver, Hemon is always optimistic. He describles the beautiful spring, full of promise, and then harvest time, and then the heavy fall of snow, always looking forward to the next season's crops. He seems to subordinate his characters to the setting, since we cannfolt possibly consider them or their actions except in the light of 'their background. But he does demonstrate a remarkable ability for character portrayal as in the example of the fine Maria Chapdelaine. He allows her to choose' be,- tween her two lloversg one, a hard working neighboring pio- neer, wiho offers her the peace and quiet of the tillage: of the soilg the other, a fellow from the states, who offers 'her the luxuries and artiiicialities of the city. She finally chlolosels the former, the life to which she has been accustomed and which she truly loves. Hemon's treatment of this wild land is unusual. Ordi- narily this type of story is treated roughly whereas Hemon is tender and poetic, yet simple, more appealing. Glelrtrude Mutnick, A8 109

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BEAUTY P-AGE The True Story of How Gallazini, Famous Opera Star, Got Her Marvelous Voice Which Thrills Thousands Every Night CMatinees Wednesday and Saturdayj Dear Readers : I am telling my story in the hope that the thousands of American -women who read this newspaper may take heed and profit by my experi- ence. Yoififnay think you will neveribe a singer, but I am telling you that you can sing! Don't deny it! You can! All you have to do is to follow my in- structions implicitly and within fifteen minutes, you will have a brand new voice. Spend the time pleasantly, reading a book, perhaps, and before you know it, the hands of the clock will have moved around one-quarter of an hour, and there you are-a singer! Here is my story:- ar if lk I was brought up in a little country town of New York, and ever since the 'tender age of six, Cmonthsj, I had been noted for my loud, clear, voice which could be heard for miles around and was even known, at times, to wake neighbors from their sleep at night. As I grew into gentle girlhood, however, this gift was taken from me, until at the a-ge of eighteen, I was unable to sing a note. Gradually all my friends drew away from me. At first, I could not understand why, for this is an affliction of which even your dearest friend may not speak to you. My miserable posi- tion was brought home to me at a party one night, where Lorenzo, who used to be my steady, as the small-town folk say, paid assiduous attention to Isabel Abell, who had such a loud, clear, ringing voice, that a totally deaf gentleman was seen to start when she reached one of her high notes. That night, I rushed home, Hung myself on my hard, little bed, and burst into a flood of desperate tears. What should I do? As I sat up in despair, I heard something rustle under me. It was a news- paper, and staring up at me 'from it was the adver- tisement of this miracu- lous cream to improve the voice. I immediately sent for it, and live months later, it arrived! Its power was so great that even as I walked home from the Post Office with the package under my 111 ,170 arm, Lorenzo, passing me on the street, raised his hat with an atfable nod, in a manner fully ap- proved by the Etiquette Book. I then went home, and delicately rubbed the Marvello Cream on my throat, as directed. Scarce- ly had 'the fifteen minutes elapsed when without even opening my mouth, a full, rich, piercing tone came forth. All the work- ers rushed forth from the factory, thinking it was the noon whistle. They gathered in admiring crowds outside my win- dow,-and from that day on, my fame began. lk lk Pl' You can do the same! Do it! Now! just send for the Mar- vello Voice Cream to 62,859 Saint's Blvd., Cin- cinnati, Ohio, DO NOT SEND ONE CENT! just pay the post- man 317.85 Cto cover postagej. If you're not pleased, try and get your money back! QSig.nedj Gallazini