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

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I r i i u , t + MR. DANN Benjamin Seger

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-2- CONTE Cover Design Inside Cover Block Print Mr. Dann The Ghost's Blood Regret In Itself Block Print Concerning Swearing Poems Block Print She Hurnbly Takes Her Leave Unusual Prayer to Be Good One Day ' Swan Song p On Parle Anglais Snowflakes Cook's Guide to'Richmond Hill I Will Student Types Caricatures Who's Who Arista Seniors ' Senior Grade Adviser's Message January, 1934, Graduates Swimming Team ' Autograph Page Class Prophecy Block Print Block Print Cares of a Cat Caricatures Poems The Jungle As I Saw It Winter Mood Stone and Wood Spring Autumn Disillusioned Elevator Stops Poems Need for a Quarterback Defiance Robert Folkes William Weber Benjamin .Seger Michael Cocciardi Lily Sinowitz Ruth Shapiro Margaret Oswald Normand Olmstead Mary Seubert Emma Langlein Margaret Lesser Margaret Oswald Irma Zwergel Lily Sinowitz Doris E. Mount Olga Schutay Margaret Oswald Annette L. Basquin Will Committee Joe Hoehlein Frances Maltese Nancy Burg Angelo Conti Margaret Oswald Ruth Taylor Dorothy Schmidt Eleanor Pitts Lily Sinowitz Meyer Zuss Thelma Maurer Laurie P. Counihan Irma Zwergel Grace Rudolph Lily Sinowitz George Hannon A' Lily Sinowitz

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THE GHOST'S BLOOD I e BY MICHAEL cocc1ARD1, '34 My mother, as a native of Old Italy, is a veritable store of su- perstitions and tales in which Italy is steeped. Like Jimmy Durante she has a million of 'em . With a little persuasion she can be made to divulge them to anyone who cares to listen. The following is one of her favorites. My mother is telling the tale. ' Quite a few years ago when Italy was still divided into tiny towns, each with its own religious tales, and superstitions, an in- cident occurred which is still fresh in my memory. My family and their friends had started out for the regular routine of picking grapes from the innumerable vines which covered the land all around us. The day was soft and warm with the green-leaved vines sprawled indolently all over the surrounding terrain. Occasionally a caressing gentle wind would blow, turning the drooping, long-veined leaves until their gray underparts ilickered in the bright sunlight, thus causing the vines continually to change color from olive green to glimmering gray. The only cleared space in this unbroken field of burdened vines was a patch of bare earth at the back of one of the small houses. In this tiny space was chained a mighty bull. He was colored a dirty black, and possessed huge shoulders, powerful legs, barrel body, and wicked, sharp-pointed horns which had never been sawed. These horns were poised above two gleaming eyes that peered forth from beneath a heavy forehead. This was the famous 'Black Devil' of our town, reputed to have killed three men who had endeavored to break its wild spirit and tame it. Now he stood, alone and friendless, in the -middle of a trampled plot, doomed to spend the rest of his life chained by the nose to a heavy stake buried deep in the ground. His wicked eyes glared at our colorfully attired party as we gayly walked past him, -baskets balancing precariously on tilted heads and gay bandanas swinging loosely from arms and necks. HOV, laughed Peter, a stocky, broad-shouldered youth, 'and how is our playful devil this morning? The bull's only answer was to stop his continual pawing and stare malevolently at his jovial tormentor. ' Peter, incensed at the baleful glare of the rnad brute, and pro- bably intent on showing off to the dark-skinned girls who were apprehensively watching him, walked closer to the bull and, in spite of the cries and warnings of his now serious companions, yanked the red bandana from his swarthy neck and waved it vigo- orously before the snorting bull, laughing and taunting him mean- while. . . Snorting and pawing wildly, the frenzied bull jerked his head THE SENIOR DOME -:- Page5