Lincoln High School - Quill Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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Fokker seemed to be wrenched loose. The stripped fusilage dropped like a deadly bomb, struckwand burst into flames. Over a remote corner of the field, only a few stragglers were watching as a silver plane hovered a moment and shimmered in a gentle descent to the ro nd. , , g U I Mzlton Gershonowztz. Conversational Stimulants Have you ever been introduced to a person and then left to carry on the conversation? If you haven't, you might appreciate a few suggestions. The first thing I'd do would be to talk about the popular sport of the season. For instance you could say, L'Did you see the game between Colgate and Tulane? I didn't, but I read about it in the Times, Wasn't it wonderful the way SofandfSo made that touchdown? Why, Coach Whosis said that it was the most perfect forward pass he had ever seen in his life. I'd love to see a game between two colleges. They're so much better than highfschool games, don't you think so? If she says, Why yes, I have seen a number of football games and I think the college games are the best, you can continue with football, but if she says, 'Tm sorry, I don't understand football, try something else. The next best bet would be current topics. The appropriate thing to say would be something like this: What do you think about the new prof gram designed to put ten or twelve million men back to work? I hope it is a success, because so many boys and girls are leaving high-school to go to work, not because they want to but because they have to. I think we're lucky, we're at least getting a high-school education. If that program works, we'll be practically lifted out of the depression, won't we? Maybe she'll start a conversation about the NRA, or the FERA. If she does, try not to look bored, and things will straighten out eventually., If she says, I don't know a thing about national affairs, try just one more subject. At this point you can be thankful for the weather, because you can still start. You could begin by saying, If this cold weather keeps up we'll have icefskating soon. Icefskating and sleigh-riding are my favorite winter sports, they're so beneficial. Why, I could skate for hours' and hours, couIdn't you? Her answer might be, 'LOh, yes, I love to icefskate. Why, when I-etc. But if she says, I can't stand cold weather and I never go icefskatingg it's so dangerous, give up both the conversation and the listener as hopeless cases. V Isabel Hauybuytonl

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The squall, however, was local, and Jim breathed a sigh of relief as he flew out of it. Now the Newfoundland coast was receding, the leap across the Atlantic had begun. The rays of a red sun, just risen, were reflected as points of light from the crests of tossing waves. All seemed well-too well. Forty miles out Darnell was startled to discern far below a silver cross, glistening in the sun. On closer inspection, he recognized it for the rem' nant of a smashed plane riding the water, its pilot clinging to the floating wing. jim's first sensation was of smug satisfaction as he beheld his oppof nent's plight. 'He attempted to send a call for help. In vain. The storm had injured the radio beyond repair. Satisfaction gave way to disgust: no means of help lay open, save Darnell's return to the coast to summon aid. There was little chance of another plane's passing over the wreck. The Fokker turned toward Newfoundland, hesitatedfa man's life pitted against possible wealth, honor, glory, and fame. Gold won. Darnell straightened his ship and proceeded on his course. Small was the chance that his baseness would be discovered. The figure on the glistening silver cross was doomed, crucified. , Doom and a silver cross ..... one man clinging to a glistening cross ..... doom and a silver cross ..... Again and again the picture returned. Night approached. Still returned that visionfone man on a glistening silver cross. Darnell's steady fingers began to shakeg he endeavored to cast aside that omnipresent vision. It was inescapable. The apparition drove Darnell into a condition bordering on insanity. When dawn approached, Jim was a nervous wreck. Forward rushed the plane, At last the great French airport appeared in the distance- a field surrounded by a throng waiting to greet the victor. The victor, muttered Darnell, as, nearing the field, he saw that he was the winner. The vision again returned, Darnell attempted to brush it away- again in vain. A silver cross zoomed from behind and swept in front of him. Jim realized that this was no illusion, but, ironically, the shimmering plane of a competitor roaring toward the field. A frenzy seized Darnell. Was he to be defeated after he had-squarely he faced the ugly truth-crucified a man? With a snarl of anger, he sent his Fokker into a power divehany means to defeat his sudden rival. The field was still five thousand feet below. Faster, faster dove the plane. The struts screamed, the wings shivered. His silver rival was rapidly outdistanced. At five hundred feet, Jim attempted to pull himself out of that headlong dive. No plane could stand that pace. Attempted-that was all. With a roar of applause, the multitude greeted Jim's oncoming plane- a roar that was quickly stifled in ten thousand throats. The wings of the

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Masquerade Bring! Brinnnng! Brrrrfinnnggf' The telephone rang insistently. With a scowl, Sam raised his bewildered, touseled head from his algebra home' work. Who had invented that system of calculation anyhow? And why did people always call others up at the most inconvenient times? Impatiently, he answered the ring, Helflo. Then, brightening visibly-s Yes, Sam speak' ing, Sally? How are you? That's good. Same here. No, nothing. A Thanksgiving masquerade? Of course, I'll come. Oh, boy! That's great. See you Saturday night, then. Goodfbyef' He hung up, and sighed deeply, slowly shaking his head from side to side, with a wide smile on his face. Life was good. His best girl, his current steady, and a party at her house. What could possibly be better, except, perhaps, an E in Algebra. He meditated a moment, and then turned back to the homework. Masquerade or no masquerade, girl or no girl, it had to be done. ZX plus By minus p equals what? In two minutes all thoughts of a party were far from his mind. a :xc ae :ze ae The Big Night! As an Oriental prince, Sam was truly handsome. Only after much persuasion on their part had he allowed his sisters to use cosmetics on him, which largely contributed to the effect. His dark skin seemed to have been specially colored for the occasion. He strode blithely along the street, unmindful of curious stares at his attire, utterly oblivious of his surroundings. The door was opened by Christine, the maid, and he found himself almost immediately surrounded by a chattering group of young people. They practically dragged him into the living room, but he paid no attention to them. His searching glance roved about the room, then quickly changed to one of satisfaction. Ah, there she was! Looking beautiful, as usual. Why in the world should a gorgeous Oriental princess waste time talking to a pirate and a gypsy when there was her equal in costume, a Chinese prince, present? He sped over and bowed a bit. Dance? he half suggested, half asked. She looked quizzical for a moment, then smiled, no, actually grinned, as if she thought the idea too funny for words. How queer! She had never acted that way. However, she shook her black curls in acquiesence and drifted into his arms. What could be sweeter? Sam looked about, and remarked appreciaf tively, You certainly must have worked hard to get this effect. The decor' ations are in keeping with the season, what with the pilgrims, the pumpkins, etc. They glided along quietly, humming a snatch of the tune to which they were dancing. Suddenly he jumped, exclaiming, Ouch, my toe! Sally apologized for having rushed in where angels feared to tread-namely, on his pet corn-and suggested that they sit out the rest. Sam agreed, apologizing on his part for having been so ungentlemanly as to have jumped.