Richmond Hill High School - Archway / Dome Yearbook (Richmond Hill, NY)

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THE SENIOR DOME Page 7 abaTed. Alas, Pyrrhus, mere man ThaT he was, could noT overcome his love Tor The deiTy. His cOnsTanT devoTion was wearying The goddess, who decided To end her philandering wiThouT in- juring him, Tor he was noT aware OT her idenTiTy. l shall endeavor To send him where he can never see me again, mused Diana: no doubT his passion will grow cold. To my lunar haunTl she exclaimed. l shall appoinT him cusTodian OT The moon. As a way ouT OT her dilemma had presenTed iTselT, Diana's sereniTy was resTored. IT was in a calm mood ThaT she wenT To meeT Pyrrhus. The man had noT been oblivious To The grow- ing coldness. YeT he aTTribuTed iT noT To lack OT aTTecTion buT To The TacT ThaT The maiden was a nymph in The Train OT The goddess Diana and ThereTore subiecT To The vows OT virginiTy. When The Two meT, Pyrrhus shyly advanced These reasons as being The cause OT The girl's abaTing ardor. Readily agreeing wiTh him Diana Took This opporTuniTy Tor puTTing her plan inTo execuTion. Pyrrhus,' she began halTingly. Yes, smiled he encouagingly. Would you be willing To Torsake love Tor me if immorTaliTy was oTTered Thee? WaiT. NOT love, buT my presence To augmenT ThaTi love would be iacking. The goddess Diana wishes a comely youTh To care Tor her lamp in The heavens. Who- ever underTakes This Task will be granTed ever- lasTing liTe. BuT never To see Thee again, obiecTed Pyrr- husp The price is noT worTh iT. YeT remember, soTTly answered- The god- dess, l am immorTal while Thou musT suTTer deaTh. When Thy hour comes, I shall pass Trom Thee Torever, buT in The heavens l shall be Thine in spiriT Tor all Times. To have Thee Torever, breaThed The deluded man, is wOrTh any price. The days ThaT Tollowed, Diana roamed The Tor- esTs secure in The knowledge ThaT her lover was Tar oTT in The heavens Tending her lamp. There Pyrrhus devoTed his lonely liTe To driving ouT The cold spiriT +ha+ exuded Trom The huge globe. The Tire OT love ThaT burned wiThin him gradu- ally warmed The chilly aTmosphere OT The moon and The romanTic glow was TelT on earTh. Even aTTer Diana was no longer a revered goddess buT only Tine sculpTure, The man in The moon was sTill regarded as a poTenT creaTure. To re- mind his lover OT his exisTence he had carved his likeness on The yellow lamp, and This is sTill viewed on earTh. TO HESPERUS Oh, l-lesperus, lmmorTal evening sTar, For aeons hasT Thou risen in The sky AT This same hour, when soTT breezes sigh And sunseT's radianT glow burns Trom aTar. Now in The wesT l see Thee shine on high, BrighT symbol OT eTernal consTancy, Whose puriTy no Tickle god can mar. Thou arT a gliTTering, resplendenT Tear ThaT gleams Tor youTh, and hope, and peace, and love: There in Thy cool alooTness Thou cansT noTe WiTh genTle scorn The weakness and The Tear OT man, and Try To guide Them Trom above And lighT Their way, Thou lusTrous sTar remoTe.

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O by ELIZABETH DEMAREST I Lge cc s ccymckcah Diana, weary aTTer The morning's chase, laid aside her bow and quiver under a holm oak. Then she summoned her wood-nymphs To aid her in disrobing and wiTh Them she wenT To baThe in The reTreshing waTers oT The river Xan- Thus. While she was Thus engaged, a young sweeT- Taced cherub passing Through The wood spied The sacred bow and quiver which aTTracTed him greaTly. As he was examining Them, Diana and her dripping reTinue suddenly reTurned. The god- dess became angry when she discovered her weapons being handled by The youngsTer. WiTh long sTrides she reached The lad who had been unaware oT her approach, snaTched her belong- ings Trom his hands, and smaclced him Three Times on The leTT ear. Then signalling her band To Tollow she wenT inTo The deep wood. The boy who had been Thus chasTised beToolc himselT To The river which The maidens had va- caTed, and wiTh one Tiny hand sTreTched Toward The heavens he swore a mighTy oaTh by The beard oT his grandTaTher JupiTer. Pk ,ls Pk Diana, inTenT on The hunT, had noT heard The whiz OT a Tiny arrow aimed' wiTh a purpose oTher Than her own, buT no less TaTal. When she liTTed her eyes Trom The boar she had 1usT slain, The goddess experienced an impercepTible Tremor as her gaze alighTed on a young man who was in- TenTly waTching her. The work oT Two Tiny shaTTs was already accomplished. The passionless cliviniTy, whose coldness even pervaded her lamp and made iT laclc The viTal warmTh ThaT accompanied her broTher's, wel- comed The inTruder To her haunTs and hearT. Similarly aTTecTed, This young Greek sculpTor, Pyrrhus by name, became The deiTy's abiecT slave and consTanT worshipper. wk af ak FaTigued aTTer The morning's hunT Diana Trowned as she remembered The TrysT wiTh her lover. No longer were The inTimacies wiTh The youTh cherished by her. l-ler inT'aTuaTion had glowed Tiercely buT Tor a shorT Time. Finally maidenhod reasserTed iTselT and her ardor

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L THE GI-IGSTS HELP CUT by GRACE CLARK 'Twas a cold winTer nighT in The middle oT December. Or perhaps iT wasn'T The middle, nearer The end. Anyway, iT was ChrisTmas Eve. IT had snowed all day, all nighT, all week, all- we'd beTTer sTop There. The scene was a sTudy in black and whiTe. A large hill, whiTe againsT The black sky, and doTTed inTermiTTenTly wiTh black brush, Trees and shrubs, sTood ouT like a senTinel, silenT and alone. AT The TooT oT The hill, a dark Tigure was weaving iTs way in and ouT among The Trees, and was evidenTly climbing The hill. Reaching a poinT Trom which The Top oT The hill could be seen, The Tigure sTopped and suddenly recoiled. Sir Henry EverTon, H548-l634l, who was The Tigure climbing The hill, was Torn by a sudden desire To laugh and cry aT The same Time. lT was his sad and solemn cluTy To haunT EverTon CasTle every ChrisTmas Eve lwhich acT he had perTormed regularly every Eve aT I2 P. M., and here he was, all ready To do his biT, buT he had no casTle To haunTl EverTon CasTle, which had sTood on ThaT hill Tor so many years, was no longer There! Now ThaT's a dirTy Trick To play on a poor, unsuspecTing, hard-working ghosT, he exclaimed, l wonder iT iT could have been one oT Those pracTical iokers l've heard so much abouT. He looked around Tor The pracTical ioker, and noT Tinding him, sTarTed To descend The hill. The nexT momenT, he was Thrown inTo The snow by a sudden collision wiTh someone who exclaimed, l say, old Tellow, why don'T you waTch where you're going? You'll geT killed ThaT way some day. Here, leT me brush you oTT, you had a nasTy Tall. The inTruder brushed Sir Henry OTT and helped him geT up. Suddenly he seemed To recognize Sir Henry. Aren'T you Sir Henry EverTon, born in I548 and died in I634 by requesT? he asked. Sir Henry grudgingly admiTTed he was him- selT, and The oTher ghosT brighTened visibly. Well, well, well, he murmured, Tancy meeT- ing you here, aTTer all These years. Don'T you remember me? l'm your grandson, Sir Edward EverTon H629-l683l? Why, so iT is, said Sir Henry, peering closer, My, my, you cerTainly have changed since I saw you lasT. You've goTTen Thinner. l know: l've been on a dieT. I was geTTing Too TaT. And The reason why l'm so laTe TonighT is ThaT l Tore a big hole in my besT haunTing suiT iusT beTore l was going To leave. BUT where's The casTle? l can'T Tind iT anywhere. l was iusT going To ask you, Sir Edward. I can'T imagine. WaiT a minuTe, Though, here comes Sir Horace Spengs, who haunTs The man- or To The leTT oT us. WaTch ouT how you Talk To him, he's very high-haT. Hi! Horace, old kid? l am very well, er, ThaT is, as well as can be expecTed in These days oT depression, answered Sir Horace sTiTTly. l suppose you wanT To know abouT The casTle? And howl yelled The oTher Two ghosTs, so vociTerously ThaT Sir Horace was momenTarily Taken aback, buT only momenTarily, Tor he soon recovered his aplomb and announced casually, They have removed your ancesTral domain To America. and looked aT The Tingernails oT his righT hand in The manner oT The besT? deTecTives. Americal yelled Sir Sidney. Americal screamed Sir Edward. Sir Horace looked aT Them wiTh an air oT uTTer disdain aT such vulgariTy, and sTalked ma- iesTically oTT, leaving The Two bewildered ghosTs To Themselves. LeT's leave Them There To collecT Their ThoughTs, which had been scaTTered by The col- lision, and visiT The new siTe oT EverTon CasTle. The scene is pracTically The same as in England