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

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I--DAWN Aurora wakes and stretches out her arms, And tears the veil of darkness in the actg And then she gently yawns, And rising, spills her garments, many-hued, On the transparent floor of heaven, And then we mortals looking at the sky, See the bright heralds of the dawn. II-EVENING The sun-god flees, and leaves across the skies, A trail of beauty, a master hand revealing, Such beauty as brings tears into our eyes, And to our hearts a peace and joy all-healing. Across the busy city, silence fallsg A silence in which man to his true mate speaks low In Godls sweet language only souls can hear. Wearily the world wraps 'round its tired self Its mantle dark, and soft night falls. Grace Inman, X8 DIDO'S DEATH Death came for the queen, Thrice raising glazed eyes Dulled by death's mist sheen She looked at the skies And remembered dreams- Pain, a city wall, Turrets, busy scenes And love--that was all. Weary, sad, forlorn, 'Her Majesty' yet- Ascending from earth-Mourn! Death and Beauty met .... Sarah Lederman, A8 Page Twenty-nine

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AFTERWARDS If it should be my lot to die in youth, With no ambition conquered or fulfilled, With nothing worthy I could leave behind, A memory of one who strove in vain To clamber o'er the stones of weary life, My prayer is this: that when I so depart, This soul-rent body be not marred, becoming Beautiful in death, etherial, may it not be Draped in shrouds dark-hued or black, But silken lace and golden cashmere soft. These eyes not closed by mortal fingers crude, But open wide to look on all about With steady gaze, tranquillity disturbed By nothing, now that all this life is done. . . And unashamed to stare at one Who pity now may give, not mocking smiles. . Lila Pollock A2 STORM A flash Of jagged gold, A rumbling darkened sky- The lashing rain! The trees Shaken by the wind, Bending distorted bodies- Terror! A cat Caught in the rain, Gingerly stepping in puddles Disdainful! lane Hastings X6 Page Twenty ezght

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ON READING THE DICTIONARY ROBABLY the last adjectives most people would think of applying to the perusal of a standard dictionary are exciting and inviting. Yet to the more imaginative not only are these true but they also find it a volume filled with mystic formulae. They find it not a book which limits by defini- tion but stimulates by suggestion. If you take up your lexicon with the intention of looking up a word- say Chasseur . You see that it means huntsman, but you permit yourself to glance down the page and you see Hchastel' and 4'Chastise. You won't have much difliculty in constructing your story. The tale of the young girl who meets the handsome hunter in the forest and loves him despite the inevitable wrath of her father may appeal to youg others may prefer ,the chaste wife, the chance encounter with the chasseur and the subsequent fury of her husband. There are many other combinations of words, some of which are amusing. Look up Homer and you will find honey , honeysuckle , honeymoon , Honolulu home and hooey l The shortest story in the world! And still another. Tho this one is more grue- someg in-law, innuendo, inquest, inquiry and inquisition. Doubtless, now, when someone asks you, What is the longest book in the world? you sniff and do not answer, The dictionary, as you did when you were younger. But there is so much truth in this joke that bad as it is, you are inclined to forgive it, you are scarcely inclined to think of so stolid a thing as a standard dictionary as a magic carpet, yet by the mere sound of some words we find ourselves transported to strange places. Do not the words saxaphone , harem , canteen and minuet bring definite pictures to your mind. The beauty of it is that each tale is of your own composition and therefore pleasing. And of course your vocabulary to be practical shows your choice of reading matter. It frequently happens that when you refer to the dictionary for one word you see lured on by ten others. Several are sure to remain in your mind, generally the original one is not among them. Helen Oberstein, C6 TO SHINE IN USE As swords were made to fight with, So souls were made to fight with. We need a cause to fight for With soul, just as with sword. Alice Kalousdian, B8 Page Thirty