Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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TRANSLA TIN G LA TIN Roman! O, his adaptability to present circumstances! The volun- tate liceat could mean nothing but to voluntarily lick those aspiring musicians. Rogare voluntate liceat means to voluntarily lick the rogues, At last I conquered. My Latin was translated. Now I could peacefully resume my reading and sleep at night without a care. GEORGE GREENBERG, ,15. mar HAT a day! When comes another? I Hear the bugles sounding, mother! See how gaily rides my brother Off to war! See the sun from his sword glancingg See his plumed helmet dancing, As his foam-Hecked steed goes prancing Off to War! Now the battle banner's flyingg No time now for tears or sighingg Hear the frenzied people crying, 'On to warl' On to war and battle goryg Brother, win a place in story! On to war and age-long glory! On to warln Loud the merry bells are ringing: Hear the war-Worn victors singingg Spoil of conquest they are bringing Back from war. Hear the soldiers' joyful humming Rise above the martial clrummingg But-her brother is not coming Back from war. THOMAS MURPHY, ,I5. 15

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Efranalating latin THINK it is not unusual for many a Morrisite to begin his lessons at a late hour, and to begin them then only if a special inducement demands it. Being a llflorrisite, I often found it convenient to forget about mine until it was late. But to-day my mind was free from such trifles as lessons. I had prepared them all, and was now perusing at my leisure that very fine work by Mark Twain, 9 Q entitled A Connecticut Yankee at King Arthur's 0 Court. Though my feet were not on the table. N qR',,,,,l,flW and I had no cigar .in my mouth, I felt perfectly ,mllfl,XNml41NXM contented. Everything pleased me, even the loud ,lx',,tiill' My ' singing and terrible piano racket next door. 'E The wise Yankee was just matching his wits against the Magician Merlin when-a terrible thought dawned upon me: I had not done my Latin and there would be an exam. to-morrow. The innocent book was at once cast away, and hastily seizing my Caesar, I settled down to work. Like that famous gentleman whose book I studied, I came, I saw, but unlike him, I had not yet conquered. All went well for some time. I had managed to translate some of the text, master the constructions, and learn the declensions, in spite of those commendable musical efforts going on next door. But now the ambitious singers were climbing up to higher altitudes. My room fairly rang with the echo of their voices. Still I plodded along and read, Rogare ut ejus voluntate id sibi facere liceatf' VVhat could that mean? Putting my hands in my pockets, I stretched my body in as straight a line as the chair per- mitted, and gazed at the ceiling as if to find a solution there. But presently, instead of finding thersolution, I found myself whistling to the tune played next door. Thunders! What kind of foolishness was that? I must translate Latin! And with my head in my hands, and elbows on the table, again I pored over the book. The singing continued, the piano hammered on, and I kept on at the grind. Rogare ut-Bang! went the piano and higher rose the voices. Ah, Caesar was wise. That rogare must refer to the rogues who raised such a racket. Yes, that is clear. and it could not be other- wise. Tra-la-la- sang on the voices. Tinkle, tinkle, bang, bang, bang! answered the piano. I grew distracted. The Latin letters danced to the music of the laboring artists. Rogare, voluntate, liceat pranced before my eyes. Suddenly my thoughts cleared. I had an idea. O, the foresight of the great 14

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7+ tw niliirst Aih tn the Ilniurvif' T gives one such a sense of superiority to own a First Aid diploma, I myself am not immune to this feeling, and like to exhibit my profound knowledge at every opportunitv Meditatmg on this most important subject the other dav, I was suddenly disturbed in my reverv by hearing a shout behind me at the same instant an auto whxzzed past Turning angrily I saw fl 1 , - - - 1 . . air ' ' 4 llrlnu in 1 'J ' ' ' , a tramp lying on the grass some distance off, and regarding me with a sorrowful air. His clothes, as well as he himself, seemed rather the worse for wear. But what awoke my surgical instincts was his right trouser leg, which was torn beyond description. What was I to do? My brain worked overtime, while I pieced clew after clew together, first the shout, then the auto, and now the man with torn trousers-suddenly it dawned upon me-the man had ben hit in the leg by the automobile! Perhaps his leg was even broken! My plan of action was already mapped out. I ran to the nearest drug store and sent in a hurry call-not for the doctor, but for my First Aid diplomag at least I should not be caught without my credentials. Then I hurried back to my patient and sent half the people there for doctors and the other half for glasses of water, according to rule No. 2 in the book. After that I rolled up my sleeves and the fellow's trousers, exposing the fractured member. Looking under the heading, Fractures and Dislocations, Part 3, I decided to make tests for localized pain and point of false motiong but when I pushed a pin into his leg, the pain, judging by his yell, didn't seem to be quite localized, while my jaw was evidently the point of false motion, his fist missed it by fully half an inch. Finally I succeeded in piling six or seven park benches on top of him, and that kept him rather quiet. Meanwhile I seized two crutches from a crippled beggar on the corner-the fellow ran away the minute I had taken them-and returned to my patient. Placing them on either side of his fractured limb, I fastened them with shoe- strings, the best thing I could secure, and, if I do say it myself, I made a good job of it, while visions of a Carnegie medal Hitted through my brain. just then about seven doctors came up and held a consultation. After undoing the crutches, one of the doctors handed them to his assistant, with instructions to take them to uncle and raise what he could on them. Then followed various weighty opinions and arguments. I think the best thing would be to cut away the chondropterygius tissue of the femur. Yes sir, said Ig he had 16