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

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THE ARGUS . tery, and I have n-ever flattered anybody, nor been flattered myself,-though my sister says the .photographer that mugged me whlen I sent my picture to Amy Thompson did. QYou remember Aimy, Ken. I decided she wasn't the girl for me when flier father threw me OE 'the front steps and? hurt my feelings, not to mention other parts of my anatomyj But you know enloeugh not to take much stock in what my sister says, Ken, after her preposterous staltement about my not be- ing welcome at your house,-just because your sister wrotle' her and said that I was the biggest fool she ever saw in her life. I realize that was just a little pleasanitry on your sistle1 s part, Ken, but my sister never could 'take a joke. Well, this has been a long letter, Ken, ibut I know -how intenested you ought to be in my afllaairs, fafter the yearszwe were at prep. school together, and I borrowed 90? of your all-owance. You were a good! soout, Ken, and some day I'11 pay you back when I can borrow a little from Dad. I-Ie's still mad about the cow, you know, and I don't dlare approach him. So long, old timer. Write sololn to Your Pal, Sam P. S. Do not sihioiw :this letter to your sister, because of reference to sideburns. She always said I was a fool, and I 'don't want to give her any additional evidence. s. J. Dear Ken, Just a line to slay I received your postcard. The picture. of the Berkely Bloiler Works impressed :me with its beauty and dignity, brightened by the crab-apple tree and mangy dog in the foreground. You did not ask me to write again, but I take that 'to be an oversight, iolr I know how invaluable I am to you. By thle way, -could you send me a fifty, old ohiap ?- my allowance is running a bit low. There is not much news. The Falter Inn is a pretty good hostelry,-serves prunes only six times a week. I often Won- der why in making entrance to a place of refreshment, one may tfoddle in, stumble, in, v1e1nture in, falter in, etc., but one's exit is never described. Perhaps this is due Ito a lack of var- iety. There is only one wlay to come out, and that is-broke. 14

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THE ARGUS welcome out. My sister says it is as worn out as a pair of marathon dancing sllippers, lalready. I't's kids like her thalt make those reformer fellows criticize the pnelsent gene.ration's manners. Well, Ken, I am going to a swell seaside resort whe.re I will get heist and quiet, and have a gay time. But I'm going t-o take it very easy, as my Mother advises. Will write soon, old top, and how about a line from you? Your old pal, Sam P. S.-Do not lslhow this letter to your sister, because of refer- ence to coiofking. S. Dear Ken, Well, I am stopping at the Falter Inn, Banckroll Bluff, Mass. Aim surprised that I have not heard from you, but sup- pose you have been very busy since you graduated from Law School. I hate to tvhlink of you as 3, lawyer, Ken, fvovr you wene always such an honest, upstanding sort of chap, but I am not prejudiced, and you will always be my friend. There are a good many distingulishleld people here, Ken. There is a broker on his wfay to Sing Sing, and 3, bolotlegger on hisway to Fifth Avenue, and there was Rudolph Valen- tino. He stopped here for five minutes on Tuesday, while changing cars, and was senapshotted by all the Happers,-and signed 2,999 autograpihls. There are 3000 pe.ople at this resort, Ken, but the 3000th is old and crippled, and his six daughters and fifteen ,giranddaugihlters were too rushed to take his album with them. There has been an :epidemic of sideburns since Tuesday, and I am growing a pair. I think they look silly on him, you know, Ken, but they looked kind of Well on me, if I do say it myself. I walked into Cal Higgins' drug-store the other day, and a girl in a pink hat said, That's Rudlollpih Valiefnrtino, as sure as y1ou're born! So I turned around, sort of casual, and sfaid, I beg your pardon ? Q Strange to say, Ken, as soon as she recognizfexl me, she giggled so that her escort had to revive her with a nut sundae. I tak1el it, Kenfshe laughed from embarrassment, but I shaved off those sideburns as soon as I ,got home. R. V. is a fairly goodflloloking chap, Ken, but he has his faults, and I would rather be loved for myself alone. Anylfdow, imitation is flat- 13

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THE ARGUS I am leading a lazy, carefree' life, here. My parents imposed on me when I was at home, Ken. Many a time I have been requested to wipe dishes or paint the. porch when I was so tired from doing nothing, I thought I should drop with exhaustion. My parents are well-meaning peo-ple, Ken, but they have been a great drain on my strength. Hoping you ane feeling fine, and can send the fifty, I remain, Your old pal, Sam P. S. Don't show this letter to your sister, Keng she always said I wasted my money. S. J. D-ear Ken, First, I want to acknowledge the re,oe'ipt of your two zbucks. It is not what I asked folr, but it will do. Now, I have some real news for you. I have met the only girl in the world. I-t was like this: I was going down to the beach to take a swlim, andl I passed a swldelt little white bungalow with vines growing all over it. There was 3 girl on the porch. She had gllolrious, red-gold hair. She was a. chicken, a pippin, a pea-ch, a looker, Ken! I suddenly decidleld that I had lost my way. I went up to the porch and noticed for the first time, that she was pairdting it. Such work for a woman, Ken! I beg your pardon. I said, Could you direct me to the beach? I'm a stranger here. Certainly, she answered, It's right over there beside the ocean. Can I give you any further assistance? Aren't you working very hard, such a warm day? That's a man's job. I remarked. I am having a lirttle trouble. It really is a man's job. Dlo you suppose you're equal! tlol it? she rejoined. Equal to it! Why I understand pordhles like a Congress- man undlelrstands politics. I've sat on a, front porch so many years that I could be elected president of the U. S. A. on the strength of it. The job is mine, fair lady. 15