Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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8- -e . lpwlfsf IN 17551 illrgrnta Brvunw MX S223 J K9 Uh! Examination day, - Drawing nearer, teaehers say XV011 't you take your books and study? There's another day for playg Take your Hldylls of the King, Chemistry and everything That the stony-hearted faeulty Require you to bring. S0 then buekle down to work, It will never do to shirk, NVhen you're up against the writings Of a nian like Edmund Burke. You will stay awake all night, Hoping hard youlll do it right, And you ,ll see the fiery demons Grinning, in the pale moonlightg Then you'll strain your ears to hark Cerberus barking in the dark, And the noise of paddles swishing, As old Charon moors his barque. When you step into his boat, And he rows you. 'Cross the moat, And you see the regents papers with Those foolish things you wroteg You are filled with joy supreme, XVhen the sulphur fires gleam. And you wake up all ashiver, Thankful it was but a dream. So then buckle down to work, It will never do to shirk, xVhCI1 youlre up against the writings Of a man like Edmund Burke. SIHMTTND J. LNVY, S-7, 'l8 41

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Ee 152111 Mfugii -. Ol, je n'ai que onze ans, mais je vondrais bicn ,, ' ' t en avoir dix de plus. Et pourquoi? me A ' demandez-vous. Pour aller at la gruerre tuer ' des Boches. Oui, monsieur, je les deteste, et w ' - qugnd vous aurez entendu mon histore, vous 7 , saurez pourquoi. Y ' Il y a trois ans que j'ai quitte mon pays '75 natal. J'y ai demeure jusqu'a Page de huit ans, dans le petit village de G ........ dans les environs d'Anvers. Nous etions quatre, Papa, Maman et Jeanne qui avait dix-sept ans. Autrefois on m'appelait Karl, mais ce nom est trop allemand, aussi c'est Charles qu'on nffappelle maintenant. Nous etions quatre en Belgique mais ce nyetait pas vraiment toute la familleg j'avais deux freres Pierie et Fritz que je n'avais jamais vus, parce que depuis bien des annees ils dcnieuraient en Amerique. Tout at coup en 1914 la guerre a eclate et dans quelques mois taute la Belgique en emoi. Un soir un je ne sais quoi volait au-dessus de nos tetes, faisant un grand bruit qui suggerait un essaim diabeilles. Mais il ne nous a pas fallu longtemps pour voir que ce n'etait pas des abeillesg c'etait plutot un dragon parce qu'il rejetait du feu, dans la nuit, et faisait tomber des bombes. .Vai toujours eu grand'peur de ces incursions, surtout apres Vliorrible eveneinent que je 'iais raconter. Un soir la famille etait assise aussi paisiblcmcnt que possible dans ces jours de terreur, quand nous avons ete effrayes par le son des zeppelins qui approchaient. Soudainement, avec grand bruit, notre cheminee est tombee. et mon pauvre pere, qui etait assis pres du fop er a ete ecrase par une grosse pierre et il est mort clevant sa famille petrifiee. Pcu de temps rpres, notre petit village a ete pris par les Boches, et a etc presque entiercirent detruit. Un jour Jeanne a disparu, et nous ne l'avons plus jamais revue. Dans ses prieres du soir j'entendais soutent ma mere qui clisait avec douleur, 'tDieu veuille que ma Jeanne soit mortcf' Quclque temps plus tard nous avons quitte notre pays ravage et nous nous sommes enfuis en Hollanrlc. C'est la que nous avons d'abord connu la charite americanine. C'est par elle que nous avons pu aller en Angleterre ou nous sommes restes deux ans environ avant dc partir pour le pays de la liberte. Vous pouvez imaginer eombien nous avons eu peur des sous- marins pendant la traversee, mais, grace at Dieu, nous sommes arrives ici sans accident. .C'est avec une joie melee de douleur que nous avons rejoint mes freres qui nous attendaient avec impatience. Nous avons passe bcaucoup de soirees a leur raconter la violation de notre pays par les Boches. Naturellement leurs coeurg se sont entlanzmes avec des pensees de vengeance contre le crime allemand. Quand l'Amerique est entree dans le conflit du monde, mes nobles freres ont ete parmi les premiers at s'enr6ler. Maintenant dans notre salon, il y a trois drapeaux, celui de la Belgique, celui de l' Amerique, et un autre, rouge et blanc, ayant au centre deux etoiles bleues, qui semblent me dire: t'Pour tous deux, la Belgique et l'Amerique! B. BALFOUR HAAS, 8-2 40

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than E112 Efnp OMMY DEANE was a glowing picture of youth and health that September morning as he em- barked with the rest of his company for France. Very trim and neat he looked in his khaki suit and jaunty cap. Very forceful and business- like, too,-an embodiment of that indomitable spirit that had made the men of '76 fight and bleed and die for liberty, and that made these men of to-day ready to lay down their lives that others, also, might enjoy its blessings. He was young, only twenty-five, and he left behind him all that was dear to him,-a sweet-faced, gray haired mother, a sister, who in Tommy's own words was Hthe best sis a chap could want. Then, there was Alice. Alice-he could see her now, with her hair all tumbled and her checks flushed after a hard-fought game of tennis. She looked like a sunbeam that had escaped and then had forgotten to go back. Just the kind of a girl that made a fellow Want to pick her up and kiss her. She was the only girl in the world for Tommy. She had promised to wait for him, too, but her eyes dimmed at the thought that Tommy, at the end of the war, might be among the missing Just now, however Tommy was enjoying to the full the novelty and pleasure of an ocean voyage. When his first letter from tLSomewhere-in-France reached Alice, it told of a journey, that, Tommy complained, 'fbeat even a Sunday-school meeting for quietness. Not even one little old submarine poked its nose out of the sea for a squint at us. Doesn't that beat the dickens? The next few weeks were full of work for the company, and Tommy, as second lieutenant, had plenty to keep him busy. The boys were all grumbling because they hadn't had a shot at the enemy yet-except in imagination. Aw--we could'a drilled just as well i11 the little old U. S. A. as here, one fellow complained, Hand just think of all the good times we'rc missin'. However, all grumbling ceased when it was announced that the next day the company would leave for the front. A week later they were in the trenches, caked with mud and dirt, but happy as could be. For about a month they en- dured the usual trench war-fare, an oecassional shot at the Hun, a charge, a trench captured or lost. Then, one day,-a 42