Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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KISMET over with his hands, and jumped to the ground. I noticed he was more luminous from the rear than the front. Pst! he hissed, and signalled to give over the bomb. Here was a problem. The can was too fat to go through the bars, and Traske horrifiedly refused to let me throw it over. Finally, he found a piece of string in his pocket. This he threw across the top of the fence, and by means of it hauled the bomb over. Picking it up very gingerly, he immediately started across the yard, motioning to me to follow. I climbed up the palings to the top, then stopped to see where he had gone. It was too dark. I must follow at my own risk. As I started to lift my foot over, I noticed a gleam of light. Growing brighter, it illumined a corner of the build- ing. I heard foot-steps. The light now showed me Traske, bomb in hand, looking for me. 'tTraske!7' I whispered, as loudly as I dared. A Defence Iieaguer rounded the corner. I tried to shout, but my voice lumped up in my throat. What the hell! The L,eaguer's right hand emitted a flash. There was a loud report! Traske's hat flew into the air, and he fell to the ground with a fearful yell. Something whispered to me You can do no good here almost as I dropped from the fence and set off. - I made record time home--luckily my father was in. I told him what had happened, between gasps, and after telephoning Mr. Traske, we set out for the police station. itvlkilfflifxf On Sunday, I went over to Traske's. He was still fright- fully pale. ttWere you hit?', I asked. Not by the pistol. Huh!l' I said. Then, K'Preparedness! What do you think about it now? Traske jumped from his chair. HI knew you'd come with that! he cried. t'It's my luck, that's all! It was just chance that that policeman happened to come around at that minute. Somebody 's always just hap- pewing to come around at those minutes. It's disgusting! But I merely smiled, and set up the ehessmen. PAUL LEWINSON 18 n

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KISMET just get into the back yard, to show you how easy it is. Efficiency -that 's the idea ! I thought it over. The policeman would start to patrol the building after finishing his sandwich,-there were probably watchmen at the rear anyway, and the whole place was shut in by a spiked fence. VVc would never get anywhere near the building. I'll do it, I said. Traske immediately took command-he has a habit of doing that-and led me past the building into the adjoining lot. Got a match? he whispered. Silently, I handed him one. He lit it, and shading it with his hand, crawled mysteriously on the ground. He was so earnest about it that cold chills started running up and down my spine. Suddenly he straightened up, and by the last flicker of the match, I saw he held a fat, cylindrical object in one hand. What's that? I asked. A bomb. A what?,' Sh-sh-sh! he hissed. A bomb.- - An oil-can, he added by way of explanation. 'WVhat's it for? NVe have to carry something in, don't we? We wouldn't go in with empty hands would we? This was too much for me. It'll be bad enough if we're caught at all, much worse carrying a bomb, I objected. You leave that to me. XVe can't just climb in and climb out again. We 've got to carry something in, and leave it there, and be careful of it on the way. It wouldnit be a fair test, any other way. I groaned. All right. Traske then motioned me to follow him. With cat-like tread he advanced along the spiked fence'to thc back of the powerhouse. I brought up the rear, in fear and trembling. as the poet says. When we reached the back yard, Traske carefully set the bomb down and made deaf-and-dumb motions to me to the effect that he would go over first. I was to follow as soon as I had handed it to him. He then shinned up the fence and put one leg over. There was a terrible ripping sound. He carefully lifted his other leg 17 I' H A

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Uhr Qiefurmatinn nf a Milnrriaite -W. ERl+lAFTl+lR, you must devote more time to lessons, and exert more effort, otherwise we shall send you to a convent to complete your 'ij L' education. Promises wonit have much weight ,Q then. Remember! With these parental threats still ringing in her ears, Miss Fonstance Iona Powderpuff f,..,...a., . flung herself upon her bed, exhorting the just heavens not to permit so much misery in a single individual. As she sat up, it could not truthfully be said that there was a fairer sight among all the fair Morrisites. For she was appealing, vivacious, tall though appearing a mere handful, and dainty as Dresden China. How could a great big brute of a Chemistry teacher threaten this divine creature with home notice? Nevertheless, it was true! For, but yesterday, he had maliciously conveyed to Miss Powder- puff the fact that a card was already on its way to her home. Iona bitterly soliloquized that in the event of her parents, en- lightenment on the subject, confinement to a convent would be inevitable. O Cicero and Ariobarzanes, help me, she cried, and fell to weeping. A fellow Morrisite, deserving of his name, was Oetavius XV0l'ldXV0lltlCl',+fGll0XV-Sllilif'l'01', scarcely in less jeopardy of freedom than our heroine. It was Saturday, his usual day to call on Constance Powderpuff. As he sallied forth in the full glory of his new trench suit, georgous tie Cpurchased at Incendiary's two for seven salej and the quite unnecessary bone-rimmed glasses, he asked fiercely why in these days of Democracy with a big D , teachers were permitted to practice their isms. Many a Saturday afternoon would he and Iona go bus-riding to forget the irony of Fate. Disguising the teachers by their accounts of one's persistency, anotherls per- spicacity, and still another's harsh penal laws was a pastime they 'd frequently f'indulge in. Upon his arrival, Fonnie narrated the existing state of affairs. Bitter tears welled into his optics as he vehe called upon Pallas Athene to disclose why mortals must suffer so. A few minutes later both resolved to turn over a new leaf. And so, the Spirit of Reform was imbued into the sapient, manly fellow! 19