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

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r l Fair Louise and the Knight A Ballad of Superstition There was a milk white maiden fair: She was sad and alone For her love had just passed away And been buried beneath a stone, She wept and called upon the gods And seeing the beauteous one The gods did grant her to see her l ove At midnight by the stone. That night when a' were sleeping sound, The maid to the grave had gone And there she sat till midnight came And waited on the stone. At midnight Came her lover's voice, Calling to fair Louise, Oh, I am held by fairy power The queen hath me in thrall, 'But I love thee, Louise, thee best, I love thy talk the mare. There is one way you can free me, If that you will but dare. To-morrow to Northshire you shall be g And to Livesy Hall you shall gae But spak to none, not e'en your mither Or live, I never may. The knight could not be heard again, So she walked down the lane, She did na' speak another word, After she reached her home. eighteen OHS

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I 4 the brass door which prevented anyone from gaining knowledge of VVong Sing's dual occupations. An investigation of the crash found his son in the front of the shop staring mutely at a broken vase. Standing with him was a man whom Wong Sing immediately mistrusted. The man ex- plained that Wong Som had been showing him teakwood boxes but unfortunately there were none in the front of the store that interested him. Perhaps there were some in the rear of the store that he might see? Wong Sing's wits were sharpened by mistrust, and he realized that his son, who was as intimate with the outer shop as Wong Sing was himself, could not possibly have been looking for teakwood boxes near the vases. This man would bear watching! Wong Sing cordially invited this man to examine the rear of his shop knowing that the brass door was closed and he had little to fear. He pretended not to notice that the man was not at all interested in teakwood boxes and allowed him to make a thorough search. Finally the man was forced to leave with a seventy-five cent incense stand and all suspicions banished. There and then Wong made his decision! Deeply moved he said to his son, Cn the next boat we return to the land of our fathers. There is onething more precious than gold. For that I shall attempt to restore my honor! And VVong Sing was glad, VVong Som would never under- stand! My World A little globe - I hold it in my hand, It's round and smooth and soothing to the touch, The nations' destinies at my command And if I ruin them F- 'twon't matter much. A little globe and I f- I reign supreme, This world to be my suppliant at willy I laugh a bit and interrupt my dream To place it back upon the window sill. llma Schramm SeVQUtCeI'l

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Now Louise is to Northshire gone, And to Livesy Hall did gae, But never did she speak a word, Throughout the live-long day. At midnight by the same auld stone, Louise again was back, She knew her lover would be there, For never had she spak. And just as the church bells chimed the hour The knight appeared once more, Ye have broken the spell and we will go To my mither in auld Lochoref' Four and twenty days went by, Then she received her dower, She and the Knight were wed that day And she was dedecked like a flower. They lived so happily on the hill, They did until they died, And when they came to bury them, They buried them side by side. Iulian Klein Poem lt's in the vibrating wind, In the lift of the red flower, The still-green shrub of the yard, In the bit of sky I gleam. It lives-the reason for life. Anne Bornstein nineteen