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

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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

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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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Pm limharranaing Hiumrnt Billie's heart sank. He was sure his ears grew red. Oppo- site him, the girl whom he had taken out, kept up a steady stream of conversation, while, at intervals, she sipped her soda. At that particular moment, her listener was absolutely unaware of her words. He' had no more idea of wihat she was saying, than he had of how to procure a sufficient amount of money to pay their check, which was one dollar and seventy- five cents. By taking a sly peep into his pockets, Billie had found the extent of his finances to be just one dollar and a half. He thought of everything from bribing the waitress to robbing a bank and pictured his parents coming to bail him out of prison. But all this brought him nowhere., and Ruth. the girl, still blissfully unconscious of Billie's predicament, had almost finished her soda. Billie .catched the contents of the glass become lower and lower, while with each sip, his heart grew heavier and heavier. Suddenly, he had an inspiration. Ruth he gasped, as, under cover of the table, he carefully placed his watch in his overcoat pocket, my watch is gone ! Immediately, Rutlhi became' sympathetic. VVhat a shame to lose that beautiful watch. Go right out to the newspaper stand where we bought the magazine. You took your watch out there, and perhaps you left it on the stand. I'll wait here fcr you. 42