New Lincoln School - Yearbook (New York, NY)

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THE ELEVE TH GR DE During its study of ancient history, the eleventh grade took a short four year trip to Greece to investigate ancient ruins. While they were there their mentor and guide, R. N. Bliss, uncovered several tablets upon which there was ancient Greek script. It turned out that these were the lost books of NThe Oddysseyn, which had been sought by many historians and archeologists since the dawn of history. We reproduce a translation of them here for pos- terity. 1' H' no A v 'F' 0 Q my P figs-L-1, - ii Then rose, with rosy-fingered dawn, from his bed the noble Oddysseus in the house of Alcinous, king of Phaecia. And once more called they him to their Court to discuss with them his journeys and adventures. After the marvelous minstrel, Demodocus, had finished with singing the deeds of the mail-clad Acheans, Alcinous came upon Oddysseus and to him he said, UNoble stranger, will you continue your tale that was left unfinished yesterday?U And to him said noble Oddysseus, Hwhy, I will indeedn, and he began. UAfter we had weathered the rage of the Cyclops and steered away our sleek ship from his treacherous isle, we sailed for many days, tossed at the whim of Poseidon, the Earth-shaker, hither and thither, all the while wishing more and more to be home in our own rocky Ithaca. Suddenly, however, we came upon a strange isle that stood alone in the middle of the sea, barren and rocky. Not knowing what lay in store, we steered our swift, black ship to- ward the craggy island. Landing suddenly upon the firm and stony shore, we quickly disembarked, and headed up the craggy cliffs that surrounded the cen- ter of the island. HThe first inhabitant we saw was an aged figure, bent double with his years, perusing a tablet on which were written three strange words: 'The NGW Link'. I boldly stepped forward and greeted him. 'Alas', he Said, 'I Gm doomed to wander this craggy isle forever and to pray to the gods that I mOY be protected from the wrath of Blysseus, the Pencilshaker'. As the ancient disappeared down a lonely path, muttering into his gray beard, there came IH sight Q fair and lovely blond-haired damsel. we approached her and asked

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8, If The The tens accomplished much in French this , ,3'1Rg,,L,,Hn' year, thanks to the excellent teaching of Mad- ,Qv y, W P ame Browne. Patiently, she drilled us in id- is iomatic expressions, irregular verbs, and per- ,yf :: sonal pronouns. She brought us the sad tale of -1 .1 . k,,e Frantz, in HLa Derniere Classen, and the heart- . ln breaking story of old Colonel Jouve in Le f!l?1l -I, Siege de Berlinn, both short stories by Al- ' U phonse Daudet. After these, we read HLe Petit Frinceu by Antoine de Saint Exupery. What's more, we did some recording this year, thus improving our pronunciation. flmogine hearing yourself as another Charles Boyerij Two of the class took Spanish with Senor Villarejo. One of our extra-curricular activities was the forming of the audio- visual aids committee, under the supervision of Mr. Davis. It was formed maiH1Y because of the need for operators to run the movie projector. How- ever, its members, all the tenth grade, also did other jobs such as ordering and returning films, announcing them to the faculty, and filing film cata- logues. Gradually, the other Classes began to share and take over the duties of the committee, until it became an all school committee. Let it be remem- bered, however, that we, the tenth grade, were the pioneers. we feel that we have really learned to work as a solidly united group this year, and that we are able to face any problems that next year may bring with a firm understanding. 'Q

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'Do you know the name of yonder aged one?' 'Ay, verily,' she said, 'and I also have imprinted my thoughts on that tablet that he reads. I am the nymph whose function is to make NThe New Linku bloom every two weeks. This I do with the aid of my genie, Mimeographus.' 'where does this Mimeographus abide that we may seek him out?' 'Ah, you cannot do that, fair stranger, for he lives in the underworld, covered with inky blackness, and anyone who touches him becomes of his color. I bid thee farewell. See ya sometime,kid.' And, so saying, she betook herself down the road after the aged one. Next we came upon a strange creature, wearing some strange manner of goggles over his eyes, who sat playing a peculiar type of lute, with hammers to pluck the strings instead of his own fingers. There he sat, hurling every manner of curse and damnation upon his instrument. Indeed, as we first approached, we heard him say, 'Ah'm so durned mad ah could spit!' ITrans- Lator's note: This particular personage was probably from southern Greece.1 tax nLeaving this mad minstrel hammering his instrument, we reached a strange edifice, stand- IY-! ing in the true center of the island. Prom it came cries resembling those heard from souls in Hades, every manner of anguished shriek poured forth from the great building. warily, we step- ped inside, fearing for our lives. It was then that we were in the presence of the great Pencil- shaker, Bob Blysseus. with a cry of greedy rage, he swooped down, seized two of my men, knocked their heads together, and made a meal of them. As he sat licking his chops, we withdrew to a protected corner of the chamber, cowering in fear. But the great Pencil- shaker drew us therefrom saying, 'Need not fear, for I shan't touch anymore of your men, two being the standard meal in these parts. Come see our hardy slaves at work.' And so saying, he lead us to two great rooms. 'There are two hard masters here, Physicus and Biologus, let us regard Physicus firstn As we stepped into the great hall, we were arrested by the horrifying scent of Toluol, which is used to purge the poor victims of their sins. There sat XFN the poor, cowering slaves, adding L' ciphers and reciting formulae in a HJ strange gibberish. Indeed, one was trying to draw an egg from a flask into his mouth. 1 UNear by us sat one of the slaves who drew forth from his pocket two S long, slender, interlocking wooden A rods, and this curly-headed youth commenced abstruse figuring on the is contraption. The awe-full Blysseus then said unto us, 'Yon curly-headed youth goes by the name of Slide-rul- erides, condemned for the remainder of his life to think and speak only by means of this fiendish sliding