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

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THE ARGUS popped open his eyes just in time to see the gorilla descending by the same route which he, had taken a felw moments before. For a moment Chiko stared at him in fascination. Tlhaen he became aware of his surroundings and made a vain endeavor to leap from the arms which held him captiv1e4. He soon ceased his efforts, exhausted, and regarded his captor with fear, not unmixed with curiosity. This certainly was a strange Person who held him. Chiko hadf seen native.s befoneq but never had he seen such a person as this. Why, he was white, and he had long, golden hair and blue eyes, and a gentle voice with which he frequently addressed another man, calling him lhiusband. I-Iow very odd, how very funny, and Chiko laughed in delight. The lovely voice said, Why, you darling little fellow. Oo 'itty bitty piece of sweetness. Teddiy, dear, we will just have to ksefep him flour a peft vor I wlll go straight home. W0n't stay another minute. Fine chance you'd have to go straight home from here, ten tihousand miles from nowhere, Judy, honey, boomed a big voice near Chiko's ear. However I wouldn't risk it so I guess we'll have to keep him. And so Chiko found himself in a tiny white tent, just full of queer things and queer noises. He soon learnled to love the funny, little man, Judy, with the gentle voice and the big Teddy with the booming voice. And, later, when th1e'y took Chiko back to America with them he, didn't miss his native jungle in the least, for there were so many strange things to be investigated and so many funny things to be laughed at that little Chiko is doing it, still. Alice Ratf, B6 atff-pqyr-vv S-07,1-. Ptiiveswfse Liga if V-1507 ' 'Las - X n X 'Na-1.5. i 28

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THE ARGUS just a wee! bit of his naughtiness along with it. Making a fear- ful little grimace at his pursuer he started to run through the tree-tops. And so began a chase such as monkey-land had never be- fore seen. Thief enraged gorilla became a little more enraged each time he just 'missed his prey, while the bold Chiko be- came just a little bit bolder eaqhi time he eluded his pursuer. Up and down the aerial paths of the jungle they swung. Chiko knew enough to keep to the slendlelr branches and the very ends of the stout ones which could not hzold his heavy pur- suer. He laughed and chattered with delight to see Ih-ow thle big .gorilla was forced to keep to the large boughs for fear his -great weight wlo-uld cause some branch to bneak and send him into oblivion with the memory of that chattering rascal hot in his brain. All day the chase continued. At length, however, as the tropical sun began to sink in the west, li'ttle Chiko began to realize that he could mot go much farther. Less 'and less fre- quently did he turn back to taunt his enemy. More and more often was hiei forced to go out on branches so slender that they could hardly support even him. Finally, it came to an end, but a most unexpected one both to Chiko and! to tlhle big gorilla and to someone else, tovo. The liUtle monkey, at the last of his resources, found himself at the tip end, of a slender bough with no other within swingjing distance. Slowly his enemy grasped the bough on which Chiko- was seated and swung it, first gently then wi-th increasing velocity. Ohiko saw that the end was near and tried to prepare for it as blest he could. He re-mem- bered his home-tree, his scolding mother, and his fearful father with an unprecedented tendernlelss. He. hoped that the gods would forgive his mischief especially the time when he hung lhis little sister by the tail over a waterfall and thiern the time when he stole all his brother's bananas and his brother had none all day and the time when- Crash! down went the limb and down went a little brown ball of fur, down, down, spinnring as it fell straight into the arms of something soft and wanm. Obviso-usly, thought Chiko, the igods had forgiven 'hfis sins and he was in the Banana For- est, the Elysian field of monkeydom. But, alas, as he was about to rise, a hideous, earsplitting roar, accompanied by a flash of fire, pierced thief depths of the silent jungle. Chilcoa Z7

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TH E A R G U S Uhr mare-Maman Often in the llolng winter evenings, I havien gathered with -my friends around the fire-place in the living-room and told marvelous stories, Sometimes, we spoke of gallant princes and courtly ladies, somleltimesl of raggle-taggle gypsies, and sometimes widh: bated breath, we would whisper the tale of the were-wlolf, how in the guise of a wolf, was a beautiful 1'ady, who made men love hlerr, and when they did, she would suck their blood. Oh, how deliciously we would shiver revelling in the horror of the tale! We would glance fearfully at the danc- ing: shadows, at the flickering flamifls, half believing that t'he were-wolf would suddenly step from nowhere into our midslt. Now, as I tell the story, old childish fears haunt me--but there, I am too old for such nonse.nse. It is Hallowe'en, a time when restless spirits roam the earth, a time of magic, of evil. .AL young man sits in his room. Outside, the wind moans and sobs. He shivers. It is hard to concentrate wlhlen one is cold and hungry. A baffled expres- sion is on his face as he strugglfens to capture elusive inspira- tion. Oh! How can he be inspired? Ideas slip througlh, his mind, elude, 'mock him. Through the window stream twin bars of moon-light. Ghostly arms, they beckon him, lure him, out- side into the black night where. unihioly magic is at work. The young man oblefys the .silent call, 'and hatless rushes lotuft into the street. Pedhaps, he thinks, in thlew beautiful night, his dis- 'ordered thoughts will! right themselves. In a coma, he walks the darkened streets, not knowing or caring which way his steps lead him,-up one street, down another, across. At last he stands in a deselrted little park. It is flooded by moronlight. The moonlight falls over the cracked pavement in fantastic designs, it clothes the bare trees: in radfianceg it sheds over an ugly, battered, marbllel statue its golden glow, transforming it into a 'thing of warm, living glory. There is a bench, half splaslhued by tmoeounlight, before the statue. He sinks into it and drinks in the beauty of the scene. How long he remains there thus enraptured, he does not know. Suddenly he feels as strange iniiuence. Somlething imnpels him to turn. He sees a 29