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

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LOLENA, Queen of the Nymphs Margaret Oswald

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IN ITSELF e e T e e RUTH sl-1AP1Ro,'a4 nn uma 1. in own pub., and in im!! Can make a Hunn ol Hell, 1 HQH ol Heaven. John llilton Jonathan Benjamin Smith, as he wearily dragged himself to his job, mused on the drab monotony of his life. Every morning he must rise, dress, grab a bite to eat, and hurry to work. Then the usual routine tasks and back again to his dingy home and lonely bed. And this must go on and on, dull gray day after dull gray, day till he was too tired to work and too old to enjoy the pleasures leisure could bring. The interminable years stretched onward, bleak and bare and forbidding. Life, he reflected sadly, isn't worth living. Everything is ugliness, poverty, and toil. Such things as beauty and romance all died with the fairies thousands of years ago. It is futile to struggle, futile to hope. . Ah well, what's the use? So, with his eyes cast down, Smith continued on his way. It was autumn. In the pale blue kies, the Heecy clouds looked like ilufls of soft white down blown by a baby's breath. The trees in the park were splashes of gold, orange, green, and crimson-a riot of color that looked as though a mischievous monkey had gotten hold of Nature's paintbox and were trying to see what he could do in the way of art. The cold was a delightful spice after the listless summer. Lolena, lovely queen of the nymphs that inhabit Forest Park, sang as she rose that morning. Fall's tonic went to her head, and made her giddy with desire to laugh and dance. She stood on tiptoe to drink it in, stretching her hands high above her head. p Beauty like this, she thought, brings man and gods ,closer together. Today I shall make a human as happy as I am. I shall grant a man his heart's desire. i So, perching on top of a maple that overhung the sidewalk she waited. Presently Smith, musing drearily on his hard lot, ap- proached. Lolena, smilingly taking aim, dropped a scarlet' token to attract his attention. ' Smith looked vaguely at the iluttering bit of color. Only a leaf, he sighed, and, eyes still downcast, lost forever his chance.

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CONCERNING SWEARING . NORMAND OLMSTEAD, '34 It is a pitiful sight to see teachers vexed to the bursting 'point by the stupidity of their pupils, and yet unable to do more than to grip their desks until their knuckles whiten, and screw their strained faces into sour smiles. An ordinary man in the same circumstances would throw caution to the winds and pour forth into the ears of his torturers such a torrent of vivid language that before he had finished, those addressed would have no doubts as to the extreme lowliness of their general character and ability, and the complete futility of their hopes for spiritual salvation. Not so the teachers, poor things. This method of unburdening one's soul is denied them. They must set an exampleg they have to suppress themselves. This is bad. If one holds oneself in an iron grip too much, something will snap. A chain is as strong as its weakest link. So you can see that if nothing is done to remedy the situation, the state insane asylums will soon become hopelessly overcrowded. A new system of swearing, which is at once inoffensive to the children's finer natures and mayhap a trifle edifying, has therefore been devised by the eminent professor, Dnamron Daetsmlo. These foreigners are very clever. Below are a few of the suggestions made by him. English teachers: By all the rules in the hand-book, why in the name of the President of Yale, don't you listen to what I say? You miserable little misspelled word, why didn't you do your homework? james Smith, you unholy error in construction, take that gum out of your mouth. Take your feet out of the aisles, you dangling participle. If you have a twin, it's a case of unjustifiable repetition. You are as helpful to the progress of the class as an unnecessary comma. , Stop cheating, you double negativeg you disputed statement. Sit down, ink spot! Any brains you ever had have all been ab- breviated long ago. , Trigonometry teachers: By all the thirty-seven goniometric formula, this is the stupid- est class, etc., etc. You inconsequential negative angle! Why don't you show some sines of life. Page10 THE SENIOR DOME