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

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THE ARGUS our respective homes and beds, glad to be back safe, under shelter again. Our parents had suspuected this more or less, and we were allowed to sleep undisturbed until early in the afternoon. At about two o'clock, we three met, and considered what was to be done. It seemed foolish then, in broad day-light, to have run away, and we were determined to return and in- vestigate. Our mothers at first Hatly refused to allow us to return, and most likely, if we had not left our blankets theme, probably would not have consented, but as it was, after get- ting tvvo 'men ito go along with us, armed with pistols, we were allowed to go back and see whedher our eyes had deceived us, or not. Everything downstairs looked just as when we had last seen it, and as we opened the door leading into our room as we called it, there was the strleam of blood reaching half way across the room. We started-all of us-it was such a dread- ful sight, and then we advanced to the door opposite, from whence the tell-tale stream issued. We made a perfect picture of intense expectation, as we stood there, 'the two men witfh their pistols all set toward the increasing crack in the door as Delia slowly, slowly, drew it open an inch, and then suddenly flung it wide open! And what do you suppose we saw?--a pantry filled with jars of jam, some of which fermenting had burst open, and the jam had streamed down upon the floor, flowing on under the door into the next room. Elizabeth Zorb, Ag6 Q Rl 5-v-rw I ', x Q xe-1 .4 E- -it - '41 ,fin e uf: N- -LJ ,AVA 40

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THE ARGUS tightly, because when I opened them, I imagine.d that I saw all kinds of weird figures dancing about, so I preferred to keep them closed. 5The wind whistled and howled dismally around the old house, and I lhleard all kinds of queer, unearthly sounds. After what seemed like hours, I suddenly heard a door slam- bang! I jumped, and Marge and Delia stirred uneasily, but did not wake up. My heart was pounding violently, and I tried to calm myself by reasoning that it was probably the wind slamming the kitchen door shut. Most likely, we had left both the window and the door- open. Butewhen- I heard a second door slam, I was perplexed, and decided to wake the girls. Delia, Marge I whispered, as I shook them both, wake up, I've heard two doors slam, listen, I've heard two doors- but by that time, they were wide alwake, and I had no sooner told them about it, when a third door slammed, this one louder than the other two. We were frightened stiff. Delia had the presence of mind to light a lantern that we had brought with us, and the shadows of the flames, Hickerinlgj around the walls, were enough to send chill after chill down our backs. For once, I believe, we were having excitement enough, even to satisfy our adventurous souls. We sat that way, with our arms entwined for hours-it seemed like years,-until finally at about five, some gray streaks of lighft came slowly through the cracks in the window. Things began to look brighter, and we wvekre all in the best of spirits when suddenly-we were turned to stone, terrified--for through the whole house, the report of a. pistol resounded, and then came a loud crash, followed by another. We jumped to our feet, and stood petrified. The crash was very near, it couldn't have been further away than the next room, and sure enough, there, from 'beneath a door which we had not noticed, but which evidently led into one of the rooms, which were locked from 'dhe hall, a stream of blood came trick- ling into our room. We screamed, and then with one accord turned and fled. Not a word was spoken until we were out upon the water, at a safe distance from the shore. Then Delia said gracious! and We all laughed hysterically. The sun was just rising, and a light mist was lifting from the water. Every minute we could see, Stony Creek more dis- tinctly with its church steeple rising majestically above the lined roofs. We neached shore after ten minutes of furious rowing, and 'dhen without much more ado, betook ourselves to 39

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T H E A R G U S A 1Hrager fur Huang Iinvtz Hear me, ye masters, :many a year at rest, Who filled the world with loveliness ..... and hark, Thou blind old bard, w'ho living in the dark, Diclst harbor beauty as thy lifelong .guest .... Oh god of arts, whlol hath it in thy plofwer The laurel wreath and myrtle to bestow, Give ear, oh Sun-god to my tale! of woe.. Give me the gift of song for one brief hour. I've puzzled my poor head' slon long a time, And in my ears such :stately verses ring, I'm sure the poem of agiets I could sing, But oh, sweet god, I cannot find a rhyme! Oh driver of the sun, wake from thy dream, And give me, too, besides a rhyme, a theme! Eric. C. Miller, Ag7. Uhr Spirit nf ljnnth f I am rich in the glory of my rising sun -Brownii 1 am rich in the glory of my rising sun In dreams unshattered, and in deeds undone- That splendid passion, which Youth thinks and feels, And all that precious sum of young ideals ..... What matters irt t'hlat idols are of clay? That fairest blossoms wither in a day? Though leathers fall and weaken in the race, To me the world will turn a smiling face! D. B. M., D6 41 1