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

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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

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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 You're very fresh, shie said, But so is the paint. Go to it! It took me only thnele hours to paint that porch, Ken, and after that I wiiped two dinner sets as ian extra favor. By this time the sun had golne down, and likewise all the avail- able food at the Falter Inn, as I well knew. But it was worth it, Ken. The wonderful girl -came out and surveyed the results of my labor. You've wiorked harder 'than I ever could have imagined, she said. Would you mind coming back tomorrow, and mfclwing the lawn and sprayiing the rose-bushes, and fixing the shingles on the roof, and cle.aning out thief celler? It's too much for me to do allolnef' Will I? I carolled. just you watch my smoke! And I'm going back tomornonw, Ken, though tonight I am in bed with a severe attack of p'ainter's colic. Oh, Ken, can I wait till tom-orrow to dlo the trifling tasks my Princess sets mlel? Od's death, Ken! 'Tis too long! Your lovesick pal, Sam P. S. Do nloft show this letter to your sister because she mighft be sarcastic and call this puppy-love, when it is the agonized wailing of a lonely soul, Ken. S. Dear Ken, My heart is broken. I am 3 stricken man, Ken. I con- template suicide, but I am so hungry, I think I shall Wait till after dinner. She can never be mine, Ken! I must give account of the terrible happenings of this day, or I shall go mad. I :got up at six o'clock, and went to the dwelling of my divinity in my oldest clothes. She was ready for me, and I labored long and diligently, Ken, but her bright face was always near to encourage me. As I started to milk the cow, I mustered courage to say to her Cmy beloved, Ken, not the cowj that I had something 'to tell her. Is it important ? she asked, a trifle irritably. Gi colossal importance, I answered. 16'