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

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now, the world. Thus all may see the crime of forsaking the true and hidden beauties of love for the shallow loveliness of a mirage. 'So the shamed ravens set forth on their eternal flight and their mother, weeping, followed, shedding her bitter tears be- tween her sons.' The messenger arose, wrapped his blanket about him and said to Mogui, 'Go forth, Medicine Man, and build of the finest and sweetest of woods, a Totem Pole. Choose the most skilled of the craftsmen of your tribe to depict upon the pole this tale. It shall live through the ages as a warning to the foolish'. Mogui faithfully did as he was bidden and the Totem Pole stands for all to see, the two wicked ravens fighting at its top. HDO you know the names of the ravens? said the Grand- mother to the sleepy children. One was called Thunder, the other Lightning, and the tears of the unhappy Mother, are Rain. To Someone Adventure led me by the hand Up a golden stair, And when I reached the top and turned, I found you there. Love kept me in that lonely place Ever by your side, Nor could all the Gods in Heaven Us two divide. And then that God who knows no law Came for you. And so, Though I prayed by your bed all night, I saw you go. Now, though adventure call and call, And romance shine anew, I must walk forever softly Because of you. Rita 0'Neill eleven

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'Their hearts had become heavy bitter stones within their breasts. QAS is the way with all things troubled by uneasy pas- sions.D They hid away in the deepest corners of their tent: and each tried to form a plan whereby he might gain this treasure without his brother's knowledge. For many a day and night they sat thus never stirring nor speaking. Their mother seeing them was sorely grieved. She knew that the little pink cloud was merely a shadow. an illusion of beauty that would fade if it were touched. She reasoned with her sons but they remained morose and silent. The mother knew then that they had forgotten those, which of all the Great Father's teachings are the most important, brotherly love and Hlial affection. Her pure smooth brow furrowed by sorrow, she hastened to the Great Father and begged him to remove this cloud which had marred the peaceful existence of her sons. 'The Great Father taking pity on her plight sent the wind to whisk the cloud away during a storm. When the anger of the storm had been dissipated, the ravens arose from their tent to see the cloud. At first, they could not believe that it was gone. Frantically, each searched the horizon for it, They poked behind high snow-tipped mountains and looked in the shadows of deep rivers in vain. At sunset, each returned from his search, despairing. When they looked upon each other, Gana, the evil demon of jeal- ousy, took great bites of their hearts, and they were blinded by angry passions and torn by suspicions. They violently accused each other of stealing the cloud. The teachings of the Great Father fled from their darkened spirits and they flew at each other. One of the ravens sent blinding fiery shafts of light at his antagonist from his metallic clawsg the other, roared so mightily that the earth shook and trembled. Their blue black feathers rained from the skies and soon covered the face of the white earth. 'Their mother, finding them thus, shed bitter tears and besought them to cease their fighting: but they did not listen and the salty drops fell unheeded between them. Once more the mother vainly tried to quell her unruly sons: and then in great fear she went a second time to the Great Father. 'But even he, the all compassionate, was now angered. He arose from his throne and said in a mighty Voice like rushing tor- rents. 'Cease thy fighting, foolish birds, and listen well, You shall be punished for your disobedience to the sacred laws of love and trust. I condemn you for your folly to circle, fighting as you do ten

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Madonna of the Street Lamp by Ilma Schramm I STOOD by my window as the first really blue-black evening shadows began to stand out in startling relief on the buildings across the street from me. Everything was submerged in this sombre hue with the exception of one spotg the tiny circle of brilliant light which radiated from the street lamp. It is a spotlight on a stage! I thought, delighted with this fantasy. UAH we need now is an actor and we are ready for a drama. I had scarcely composed this thought before my player arrived on the scene. Out of the shadows emerged a figure clothed in dark. garments which I luckily could not see in the dusk. The light of the lamp, however, played full upon her face, I gasped! It was the face of a Madonna! For one brief instant she stood poised beneath the rays of the lamp and in that instant I saw just enough. I-Ier face was absolutely colorless in the glare. Her eyes were a dull, velvety black and seemed to be of enormous depth. I'Ier nose was straight like that of a Grecian gofldess and her lips, above a delicate chin, were a deep, mellow redi Her whole face expressed some overwhelming sorrow or martyrdom. She stopped for a fleeting second and then she was gone. I was bewildered for a moment and then glad that I had seen no more of her. For had I been able to scrutinize her at more length I might have found that her face was not so perfect as it at first seemed. I most surely would have discovered her dress to be modern and not just a black robe thrown about her. And what seems most disillusioning of all, she would, in all probability, have not possessed the spotless virtues of a Madonna. Yet this is not for me to conjecture, I should be satisfied that on to that perfect setting stepped the perfect character, and that I can add to those who people my mind the Nladonna of the street lamp. twelve