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

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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

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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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PROPHECY OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER-Arlington Page Ten Whence comes the whiteness of this land? The whiteness of that Roman dome, Saluting God? The columns stand Like waxen candles in a shrine. Mere slabs of marble stone can shine Like angel wings. The tomb of death Is white with life, and cool with breath Of Southern winds. The tomb can pray- So pure it is, so glad, today. Whence comes this whiteness? Pilgrim man! A voice that blessed the words it touched, Rose like a prayer and prophecy. It is my spirit, purged by death. I am the Unknown Soldier-I Have fought, have died, and now on high, I am the whiteness of the sky. I am the light that shines upon The Capitol, the wreathed tomb. I am not in the tomb, he said, I am the whiteness of the tomb. When men have filled their hearts with light, When all the Earth is only white- Then shall war cease, Then shall Earth hold Eternal Peace. Alice Kalousdian, B8