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

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her the wondrous stories of long ago that she loved so well. He answered all the questions that Marie could ask about the 'why and the whereof' of the things they passedg explained the meaning of the mile-post and the habits of the little gray Held mice that scurry through a still night. Freed from the inhibitions which governed him at home, freed from the dominance of his qapagble spouse, the little man waxed eloquent. It was rarely that his truly remarkable personality was given full play and Marie glorified in this holiday-bent, eager, eternally young father. By and by a note of apprehension entered his voice. The light from the fireworks should have long since been visible. He could not seem to put his mind on the stories he is telling. Into the highway, and the darkened town came into view. lt stood silhouetted in black against the silvery moonlight, the houses clustering about the fat domes of the church. There was no glare of rockets no noise of fireworks. It was a city of the dead. Tears of disappointment welled into Marie's eyes. It was plain that the Celebration was over. Silently the little girl and her father wended their way to the market-place. They passed noisy, jolly groups of men and women, and now and then a drowsy little child whose sleepy eyes were filled with the wonder of what they had seen that night. The two reached the square. Firemen were playing a last stream of water in a huge arc, across it. It was the end of the Celebration. Marie stumbled on the dead shells of rockets strewn on the cobble stones. Bunting hung limp and drooping. The town clock struck twelve and Marie hung tightly onto her father's hand. Again and again the stroke reverberated across the fast-emptying square. Somehow, Marie reached home that night. She dimly remembered being carried part of the way, great girl though she was, in her father's arms. She remembered that he had stumbled again and again from sheer weariness. She remembered sweet words of comfort and sympathy. She was very young and her disappointment loomed large before her, yet she never forgot the truly heroic patience and the great love that dried those childish tears, the divine sympathy of her father. Rita Guttman, A8 H O K K U Raindrops, dripping down My window pane, tantalize A parched plant within. Marion. Kletchka, B8 Page Eight

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They all sat down at the table and the Father droned out the prayer. The candles in the window glirnmered tauntingly. They signified all that he was opposed to. Yet he was forced to light them and place them in the windows of his house. His? God! how tired he was. Soon supper was over. It was quite dark. Blessed be the darkness for then the weary may rest. The Father was too tired for even the beloved books. He went over to his bed and began to pull off his long boots. Presently he felt two buming eyes upon him and looked up. His breath came short. He neven could hear to see any child unhappy. To see his little daughter looking at him so miserably, so hungrily, upset the man tremendously. What could be wrong with the little one? The Mother had seen the thoughts flit across his mobile face and as always, read his heart. Marie wants to go to the Celebration, she said. You remember, we had promised to take her but there has' been so much work lately, that I could not. There was a pause. Every fibre in Marie's body was taut. Then silently, the little man pulled on his boots again. The mother pro- tested. Do not take her, Father. You are tired and besides, it is quite late alreadyf' But Marie knew that her father was going to take her and the world grew suddenly beautiful. She ran to fetch her best holiday cape and shawl. With trembling fingers she arranged them carefully. The blood danced in her veins. How she loved these holiday jaunts with her father. On such trips he made an ideal companion. She knew that under the cover of the friendly darkness he would lose his usual timidity. Then he would confide in her all his hopes and ideals, and she, not understanding half he said, would nevertheless get a glimpse of his deep love of mankind and his ardent faith in it. She took a joyful pride in these confidences and it was with a happy heart that she ran to join her father at the door. Goodbye! Goodbye! and they were on their way. At heart the Mother was glad to see them go. Have a good time, she called after them, and climbed into bed to dream her unimaginative dull dreams while Marie and her Father were actually on their way to see the Celebration. As the child skipped along happily beside her father she could not imagine how anyone could sleep on such a night. The warm velvety Spring air caressed her while the friendly moon lit the way and the stars twinkled companionably. The little candles in the windows of the houses beckoned, Onward, onward to the Coronationf' Their radiance seemed to sanctify her pilgrimage and make it holy, for little Marie could not know that those same white candles bore the curses of the people upon them. Indeed, to her the whole world seemed transformed by the magic of the night. Tonight as the tall young grass waved in the wind and softly whispered greetings it seemed the understanding, mystic, fairy-world that was her father's rather than her mother's common-sense one. And it came to pass that in his little child's joy the Father forgot his weariness. He told Page Seven

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AN INTERVIEW WITH DR. KIERAN Newly Inaugurated President of Hunter College S soon as we had shaken hands with Dr. Kieran, and received his cordial greeting, we knew that there was nothing austere or pedagogic about the new President of Hunter College. His charming manner set us completely at ease while we listened to his pleasant, flowing talk. 'There is nothing much to tell about my boyhood, he said. I have lived right here in New York and watched the city grow up. I remember we boys would go to what is now Columbus Circle and pick luscious cherries and apples, or we would visit the numerous picnic grounds then scattered over the city. Sometimes we took the horse trolley to the race tracks which were right next to the site of our new college buildings. When I graduated, I taught for a time in my own school. Later I was principal of one of the largest schools in the city until I became connected with Hunter College where I have been for many years. I think that Hunter College is one of the finest women's colleges. It's scholastic standing is unexcelled and is constantly becoming higher. Wllile I heartily approve of all the changes made in the college during the past years, there are several new projects I intend to carry out. I believe all city teachers should have a fine college training and intend that Hunter College still be primarily a school for future teachers, but I realize that 600 of the girls now going to Hunter do not intend to teach. For these girls, and as a protection for those who might be unable to find vacancies for teachers, we will have a business course. Our pre-medical and pre-law courses will continue, and should there be a demand for any new subject, we will probably install it. However, the scholastic standing of the girls taking the business course will have to be as high as that of pupils studying the general course. The new college buildings will accommodate 10,000 pupils, and in order to give more seniors an opportunity to teach in the High School, Hunter High School will be enlarged. In the new buildings, some of which we hope to use in 1930, there will be tennis courts, a gym, and a nearby golf course, and probably the social life at college will be increased and changed, but I prefer to leave this change to the girls themselves. HI approve of the new judicial system you have installed, only so long as it is obeyed by a large Majority of the girls. If not, it will undoubtedly lower the morale of the student body. However, if it is successful and strengthens the character of the girls, it would be very helpful. Education, you know, is but a preparatory aid to future life. The time passed so quickly and pleasantly that an hour had gone by before we realized it. Since Dr. Kieran is a busy man, we rose to go reluctantly and asked if he had any message for the High School. A message, he hesitated a minute, Why-young people should not expect to have too long a vision. If they do not look too far ahead, but do the things nearest them faithfully and well, they will probably succeed and be able to accomplish greater things in the future. Also I am very much interested in the high school and hope to visit it personally very soon. Grace Clanz, A7 Page Nine