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

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Clio: Calliope: All those of Democracy. Soon preparation for their midterms Found them chanting, '-b iXfb2- 4ac, all to be divided by 2a.' Parabolas, hyperbolas, and 'Sinners in the Hands of An Angry God' kept them awake nights. Foreign policy and parallelopipeds Took second place, however, As soon as tests were out of sight, And dates and dances, proms and parties Took the lead in whispered conversations. Yes, they were growing up, and Moving Up At long, long last into the Senior seats. By far the greatest chapter in the story Of the class of Ianuary, nineteen hundred forty-eight Concerns itself with their eighth term. Speak now, Calliope, For Epic Muse must tell of epic term. The first event of Senior Term That must be chronicled Occurred the day when, marching gaily down the aisles Of Hunter's huge assembly hall, The girls showed to the school their rassled fez, A cheery sign of membership at last In Hunter's Senior Class. Now eighth term members of the G.O. Council Were addressed, 'The honourable Missf And work on Senior Day began. Schoolwork went on, but not as usual, For now the best that each department had to offer Was given to these girls: 1- Aeneas and friend Wilhelm Tell Xere yotecl .lFathers1oi tl1eIYei1r, f I n x M Q gir s so 1 oquizei in am et as non, RAN? u And were chilled according to Macbeth. ANWQA , m . . -1 Some tackled Problems International, 'PQ L X v-.a.XN ,V Y X XX fi N N? A, 'Ill

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I S' rv. it 3 1' is '1 ?U'x',f, W i ,fi V4 I ' ,y S 14 'X , i l ,Q ,aff ,ff Isl, fig J XJI, flflllll -ix .HJ-X Clio: While Trig succeeded Solid for the mathematically lnclined. Labor legislation, they read it by the ream And quaked with fear as they thought of The Comprehensive History Exam to cover five terms' Work. QFor even tests in this great term Were of an epic nature.j New difhculties soon beset the girlsg The matter of an escort for the Prom Became of prime importance to their social life. So half a term slipped by, and Senior Day was there. The term put on its Senior Show, Which featured scenes in California, Cumberland, And little old New York. Two more months of work plus one more group o And lol The climax of four years' endeavor, Graduation, was at hand. In caps and gowns the girls assembled For their last official act as Seniors, And finally they held in hand The token of Commencement Night- Diplomas. Flimsy keepsakes after four such years! So through eight stages they were led, Guided always by a Muse. This then the story of the class of lanuarv '48. This is their story so far, But years still lie ahead, Years full of hidden promise In the world into which they tread. Friendships are not all broken, Memories will remain. Four years at Hunter High School Will return to their thoughts again. Go now, fair Senior Class, Godspeed. Remember all you have learned, And this be your motto: The best praise ls that which by honor is earnedf' f tests