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

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THE ARGUS strokes, the Boy swam to the unconscious girl. Then, in the approved manner, he began rescuing her. Slowly, but surely, he approached the, bank of tihfe river, until, at last, he felt the solid ground beneath his feet. Tenderly, he took her in his arms and carried her ashore. In the shade of an old green oak he laid her down. He knew she wasn't dead because she was breathing. Suddenly, hlel began to wonder if that curl had come back to his hlair. But her thick lashes were fluttering. Now he would' see what coulor her eyes were, violet, gray, or brown with golden glints. His maid of thlel downcast eyes! The Boy sat breath- less as the long, fringed lashes slowly slipped back from her white cheeks and disclosed to him for the first time, tlhxose eyes. But suddenly the earth blackened, withe.red, and died. Empires came crashing down about his ears, There was no joy left in anything. She was cross-eyed! Etta Miller, Ag7 -.1i,...l Dear untaught genius with the puzzled eyes That scan a world which shofuld in homage bow, Dear gientle, rude, intvollerant, kindly one Whose soul is music, and wlhlose heart is gold, I see your fingers groping on the keys- Short, thick, work-blunted fingers in whose. tips Chainlesd melodies beat vainly on cruel gates, And will nlolt die, 'but riot in your soul. I wlatch yiour dnotoping head, your erring hands That prayed for music, but were stricken dumlb. VVe two togethiewr make a sytmphony- My unshed piltying tears, your silent song. Charlotte H. Hochman. 25

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THE ARGUS Thalt night, before going to bed, lhe made elaborate prep- arations. He determined that his curly hair, the bane of his existence, should be as smooth and glossy as Rudolph's own for the morrow. First, he plaste.red it down witlhi a jar of vaseline, and then he put on the tight skull cap he had made from an old stocking. In the morning, he would try the new stuff he had bougfhvt. Stay Groom, they called it. ' He awoke early the next morning with a song on his lips. The weatihler was beautiful. It was an ideal day for canoeing. Slowly and carefully, he slid off the cap. There lay his hair, smooth and shining. Anxiously, he applied Stay Groom. Would the hateful curl return while, he was working? But no, his hair was stilvl smooth at the end of the operatiio-n. Then came the crucial moment. Which tie should he w1e'ar, the crimson and orange, or the black and white? VV7ould the black and white look too subdued with the blue jacket and white trousaeirs he intended wearing? Did he need somethingg to liven it up? He 2g7uessed lhye did. He w1o1re the crimson and orange. With the prayer in his heart, Please, God, watch over my hair, he approached thief chattering group about Carol at the picnic grounds. About a dozen boys were gathered around' the shy girl, who kept her eyes: fixed on the earth, all sfhlouting requests for hier oocmpany in a canoe. I'm sorry, slhfe was saying, gently, I've promised jim. -How hiel lovedl the way she said his name! I've pnolmised -lim to go canoeing with him. Proudly, Jim bore her off from his crestfallen rivals and sleated her on a mound lof cushions in 'his canoe. Swiftly he paddled 'till they were out of sight of the rest of the picnickers and then he ceased his mighty labors. Slowly they drifted down the stream, Carol prattlingi softly all the while. What a pw1etty tie, she was saying, but oo hathn't put it on wighlt. Let Carleen fixth it. She stood up before he could shout a warning and splash, over went 'the canoe. When the Boy reachferd the surface again, Carol was no- whene to be seen. With -clammy fear clutching at his heart, 'hle trod water furiously, his clear eyes piercing the depths for the probably helpless Carol. Ah, there she was. She had just reached thie surface for the third time. With clean, swift 24

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THE ARGUS Qlhikn The steaming jungle was awakening to the first peep of sunliqgfht. The gaudy parakeets screeched their wieilcome to the rising sun. An o-ccasional lazy roar was heard far off and nearer still, a good many hungry ones. The mo-ist, verdant foliage grew even moismelr in the early llight and tihfe hundred odors of the tropical day sprang into sudden existence. Down from one of the topmost trees scampered a little, brown crea- ture. From bough to bough hie swung, now clinging precari- ously to a tiny limb with his long tail, nccaw missing a branch altogether and dropping six or eight feet 'before regaining his h-old on some limb. Finally he reached the ground and ap- peared illuminated by the ned sun whicih gleamed bl-oody in the tiny clearing. He was a little fellow with lforng brown hair which shone red-gold in the sunlight. His tail, by far the most extraordinary feature about him was much -like an animated piece of manilla rope. His tiny red' eyes sparkled with mis- chief and indeed, his whole face was expressive of devilment. He grimaced and squeaked with his little mouth' and' finally, taking fright at some strange, sound, Hed through thief jungle. This little fellow was Chiko, ltihe worst monkey in his entire neighborhood, that is in his home-tree. Chiko was mis- chief-bent that hot morning but, poor little rasclal, ill luck was indee.d about to befall him. All morning he played in the jungle, now throwing hard nuts at so-me passing le1oSpard, or other animal, which was not likely to give pursuit, now chasing his tail up among the treiel-tops. However, Chileofs evil spirit was looking down upfon him when he seized an extra larg1e:, hard nut and hurled it at an approaching body, scarcely visible among the huge, concealing leaves. The forest was rent with a 'hideous roar and Chiko, to his evielrllasting hornor, beheld a giant gorilla, a Very, very angry gorilla, raise himself up on his hind legs and glare balefully at the tiny miscreant. For a moment the poor little fellow was too frightened to do ought but crouch on his limb, his tefesth chattering and his body shiv- ering in terror. Then as he beheld the enraged one about to mount in pursuit little. Chilqo reczovered all of This nerve and 26