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

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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

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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 Once in the street, Billie was at a loss to know what to do. He appeared so bewildered that a policeman approached him, and askled if he could lhelp him in any way. After this, Billie thought it more prudent to keep moving. He walked aimlessly to the corner, and suddenly -thouigyht of a friend, who lived about half a mile away. He would be. only too glad to lend him the nfefeded money. jumping on a street car, he soon reached the house, only to be told by the care-taker that the family 'was gone for the week-end. Billie turned away in despair. What a 'predicament to be in! Then he had an ide-al Why had he not thought of it before? He would go to his father's office. Once again he boarded a trolley and reached the office breathless. In ten minutes, with the money safely in his pocket and the watch back in its accustomed place, Billie was on his way back to the restaurant. Ruth said he had been rather long, but she was delighted to see that he had recovered the lost watch. They were ready to go. Billie proudly handed the Waitress one dollar and sfelvent-five cents. What was his surprise, when she handed him fifty cents change.! Once again, he. looked at the check. Oh! He had confused the amount of the check wit-hi the check nu'mber. The bill was ag dollar and a quarter. Sophie Levy, C6 :B P' 'My 523 3 5' +ve... f 1 gf, 4 .3