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

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TI-IE CONQUERGI2 ..... Doth he who wars on peaceful man Ever the battle win? And in his heart cloth he lielieue He jighteth notfor sin? Doth not rnisgiving, doubt and fear His every footstep clutch, 145 1fto,szop his grasping here lVhat angels fear to touch? The battle o'er .... llfhat hath he gained ? His dreary road Leads not to fame. The world looles down upon hiin, lVith hurt, accusing eyes, For war hath wrought cruel tortures So his could he the prize. And if his land so peopted be . . . That it niust needs spread out, Be it by peaceful means decreed, And not with battle shout. Kathryn Stock

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my way. My cranium seems to have a mysterious magnetic attraction for rapidly travelling concoctions of paper and saliva, so delicately named Hspn-baHsH. hAyinnocent,C3ocLfeaHng vhage seemsto extend an unvvnb ten invitation to all facetious Peters to carry into execution their annoying powers. While friend and l are essaying to protect ourselves by verbally beating the little devils , a few scattered Peters manage to situate them- selves behind our persons for the express purpose of initiating a new method of tripping unsuspecting subjects. With infinite subtlety the Messrs. Peter transform our former natural vertical position to that of a pavement sitting mate. Suddenly beconnng bored vvnh theirsporg and because ofthelate hour, the Peterl4ins talce it upon themselves to Uvamooseu with ethereal rapidity, leaving us lying in a melange of torn loose-leaf notes, ancient test papers and vvind blovvn-haw. The little-boy-pest plague tends to vary with the seasons, becoming more acute hithe vvuwer Ume. 'The snovv,ice and brhk vveather put our htde friends in such merry frames of mind that they are constantly taking the op- porUJnHy to shovv their provvessin the art of countenance-rnwing vvHh snovv. Thousands offeHovv wJHerem hke myseH oHen reunn home vvnh dight cerebral concussnang the trade mark of vvhizzhwg snovvbalk. The Peters seem to feel that the white transparent flalces were sent specially to provide an easier means for a torture your neighbor policy. When the howling of winter winds is replaced by the lively murmur of spring breezes, and when the crisp hardness of terra firma yields to the squashy softness of a mixture of melted snow and ice, all youngsters of the Peter Pest species take unto themselves a mud complex. They're overjoyed to find that mudballs throw much better and sting more than snowballs. They congregate daily for target practice. The little Himpsn not only specialize in seasonal activity, but they also have cenain pet pranksthat have been perpetuated in the rank and Hle of hum-drum life. The Cherubs sticlc pins into door bells so that theyill ring 'HH doonwday H you dont gaHop dovvn uvo Highs ofstansto Hghtthe wrong. Perhaps the most annoying practise of all is when the naughty dearsn play war Cor cowboys if you preferj. At a time lilce that all attempts at dispensing with some homeworlc are declared null and void by the a - a - a - a - a - a sound of an index finger-thumb machine gun. The cowboy shoots the lndian but the latter refuses to lie down and die. An argument ensues, lasting for the major part of an afternoon. You finally get so interested in the proceedings that you abandon intellect and risl4 your dignity to view the Qtuauon Honia more convenientangle. fXHerlengthy and senous cognauon overthe problem of oblnerahng the little-boy-pest epidemic, l've come to the conclusion that a new law should be passed providing for the compulsory licensing, leashing and muz- zhng ofaH male chudren betvveen the ages of Hve and futeen. THE SElNllOl2 DOME PageQ3

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QQ H - fy, I 7, 4.3 1 Z f J LAN Q ,Y Mf' f QM ff w A 6 031,53- 1 'N I ftlx -vigvkwi A slit s 1 s f Nr qs Z9 X' pu X r f-xi: if we W ms SX PEACE ..... If peace be thine Revere its trust, But guard it not Wdth bayonet thrust. For War Birds cannot Peace Doves breed- Since War for Peace Is foolish creed. Kathryn Stock