Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Uhr GPIB Qillmfa Illnnt Ball Svtnrg AY, boys, l'm goin' to tell you of a game that once was played, O many years before the rules of playin' were My ever made, VVhen football players knew no touls, no fooling and all that, But man for man they played it out, they played ir tif-for-mr. Our star man was lhlclfarney, better man we never had, N He sure could handle two of yours, and 'notheix too, egad. ' And one and all the men were good except our . full-back Red, Q . He had the grit in 'im all right, but not much i of a head. . . ' 'Twas the last game of the series, and the greatest of them allg The score was tied, the fight was hard, we tus- sled for the ball, gg' VVhen Red, the full-back. in a play the ball out wildly tossed, O we were all against 'im for full twenty yards were lost. Our coach, all white with rage, rushed up to him and said, Get out, you darn old fool l and placed another in his stead. And now he's almost there-see! seel he's reached the place- Right near the goal lN'lcCarney fall, and couldn't rise no morel And still more suddenly than that, we saw our full-back Red, Unasked, rush in an' place himself in old lXlcCarney's stead. And then-then something happened, though not one of us knew how, l've wondered days and days and still l scarce know even now, For this same Redvhe gets the ball-is makin' for the goalg VVe watch, we all wait breathless, for there scarcely breathed a soul- And now he's almost there-see! he's reached the place- VVhen from all sides they jump on him-he falls upon his face. The rest, U well, that's nuthin', guess you know it, all of you- l ain't much of a teller, but's the best that l can do. VVell the game was won for us, but when we went to look at Red, lVitl1 the lwll in his l1and,a smile on his face, we found the tull-back- deadl AARON XVmNs'1'iz1N, '15, 18

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FIRST AID T0 THE INJUREDU stated my opinion exactly. But another M. D. disagreed. UNO, he pondered, 'KI think we had better perform a subcutaneous appendicec- tomy, and, realizing the logic of this assertion, I changed my views on the instant. just at that moment a policeman pushed his way roughly up to the patient and gave him a kick. The latter screamed once, then bolted for the open country, not even limping. I gazed in open-mouthed astonishment until a bystander, who had been quietly enjoying the spectacle, said, lVIaybe this will teach you a lesson. Hereafter don't try to show your knowledge too quickly. That fellow merely shouted because you were blocking his view. The crowd dispersed, in laughter. Crestfallen, I received my diploma, which had just arrived. I gazed at it intently, and read it over. And just to think, I soliloquized, this darn slip of paper says that I am competent to render First aid to the injured! VICTOR R. SCHACHTEL, 'x5. F1112 Hnrfa lirager I ,' MIGHTY Muse, ' So List well unto me! - A poet of fame 5 I'm longing to be. 1, , 'Q Ive heard people say J You hold in your hand K , yf7,f, The wonderful key L To miracle land. Then, Angel of Love, Emotion and Scorn, Pray tell me if I A poet was born! HARRY Bokoumsxv, 'x8. 17

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Une Zliiahg, Zlinggg Hlnrning .Q-:Q ' 'E had been discussing the War in all the sharps g9's'2D1m , . Gallia? , and flats ever since, after supper, we had come i , f' out on the cool, salt breeze-swept veranda. Now the talk, by common consent, veered into normal ocean resort discussions on various congenial topics, fluke-fishing among the rest. CFluke, my uniniated 1 In friend, is a species of flounderg habitat, Atlantic Coast from Newfoundland to Cape Hatterasj. NIL Rigler, relating the story of an eighty-three pound catch made by three friends the previous morning, concluded by addressing Mr. Hall. f'Frank, Why don't you and Ross go out to beat that to-morrow morning? At this, I, Who had been trying to doze off for half an hour past, rubbed my eyes 'and sat up, all attention. Now, I am an ardent, if amateurish, disciple of Isaac Walton,-and this looked like business. lVIr. Hall glanced at Ross, Who agreed, rather half-heart- edly it seemed to me, but raised the mild objection that it would be difficult for the two of them to get the boat through the surf. This was my cue, my services were volunteered on the spot, and accepted. An appointment was made for five the next morning, and the subject dismisseed. Half-past nine found me abed with a formidable looking alarm clock set for 4:45 at my head, my bathing suit ready to slip on, and a pair of old trousers and a sweater handy, in case of fresh weather. Rather excited at the thought that on the morrow I was going to make my first catch of the season, I had some difficulty in falling asleep. Finally my cot turned into a tiny row-boat tossing to and fro on a vast expanse of angry waves, While I, leaning over the side, stretched a wonderfully elastic right arm down-down into the green billows, feeling about on the sandy bottom for fish. For days I groped about, but not one could I catch. After fruitless weeks had passed, I barely succeeded in touching one-it groaned heavily in a deep, rumbling voiceg another-this one snorted shrilly thrice, still another-and it shrieked aloud. The snorting and shrieking and groaning and moaning continued-continued for hours, until a loud, throbbing r-r-r-r-ing broke the spell. lVIy arm snapped back to its normal length, the boat became a bed once more, and I sat up, chilled and cold. But the wierd noises of the night before had had their foundation in fact, for blast after blast from fog-horns and sirens of every description, some far, some near, some high-pitched and shrill, some vibrant and deep, came to my ears from over the water. Proof positive that the morn was foggy. 19 as