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

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ZUCKER, STELLA ulfirtue Alone Makes All Men Noble. SENIOR CLASS SONG. Tune-Marine Hymn We're the senior class of '29, And We're always at the fore. Our girls are bright and true and fine. To uphold the goals of yore. First We train our minds as we are taught Latin, English, Math and French- Then We follow up this growth of thought Vllith a zeal that none can quench. Chorus Make Way! For we are coming! Ready to play our parts. Make Way! For we are humming The tune that's in our hearts! Rally ,round to Hunter's hattle cry All ye daughters fair and true! For to carry on our standards high ls a task we leave to you. We have found here inspiration. love, And a happiness divine. Hunter High has gladdened many days For the class of ,29. Page Seventy-one

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LETICIA HE room was silent, except for an occasional crackle of pine tar and the faint singing of the black kettle swung over the fire. The odor of burning spruce mingled with lavender. The ruddy glow of the fire was reflected by the burnished brass candlesticks on the mantel and by the bright brass knobs on the highboy. At the other end of the room? in a huge, four- poster bed of mahogany, a handsome old lady, with hawk eyes, a strong mouth, and pure white hair, lay quiet among the immaculate spreads. Cool determination was in her eyes, it was evident that she had passed through long physical illness, now to be quiet only to combat new problems. It was apparent from her expression that one problem, already appeared, was not settled to her satisfaction. Money and property she had, independent of mortgage or assessments, and the thoughts of an illness as severe as that she had just passed and hardly weathered, made her consider the settlement of the small Bassett fortune. She had been unable to make a final decision before a pretty yolmg girl entered, carrying a tray of hot tea, marmalade, and savory toast. Aunt Leticia, your tea, said the girl, placing the tray on the table beside the bed. She bent over and deftly arranged the pillows, and helped the old lady to a comfortable position. At that moment she became the possessor of a small fortune. Rebecca, said Aunt Leticia in her most imperious manner, it's yours. What is, Aunt Leticia? The money. But I don't understand-in That's perfectly all right, you don't have tof' said Aunt Leticia. But in the evening, when Rebecca came up to replenish the fire, the old lady explained the matter more kindly, and gave her niece a parting kiss, as much of a surprise to Rebecca as the sudden inheritance. The formal legal proceedings, however, were necessaryg and they next day a council of four was held in the parlor, Mr. David Gray, lawyer and counsellor to the family, Dr. Semus Porter, physician, as witness, Aunt Leticia, and Rebecca. For some time, Gray and Aunt Leticia argued. He did not seem to be winning. Mrs. Bassett, don't you see that setting a small part of the money aside for your support until death is necessary as well as advisable? I don't. Remember, you are relying on your niece for support. And suppose, suggested Cray, suppose Miss Bassett has a change of-heart? I have had Rebecca since she was ten years old, for eight long years. I know she is incapable of-that. But suppose someone changes it-for her? continued Gray. Enough, returned Aunt Leticia. Rebecca is a Bassett, a Bassett, Mr. Cray! Page Seventy-three