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

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Gfrfirst Lesson They told me when I met you that my heart was very young, They warned me that my surging soul would certainly be wrung. I laughed and loved you all the more for this profound advice, For I was young, and mad with youth, I thought that youid suffice. You treated me so tenderly, your eyes were clear and blue, You made me feel adult, and my love was all I knew. And then I found that even you had human feet of clay, For tired, and quite embarrassed, you stopped loving me one day. And then I knew, too late, that they had only told the truth, And I was left alone to seek some solace from my youth. But I was young, and time has left faint trace of the pain- I know that I am ready to be fiercely hurt again. Jacqueline Scully, January '39 ,X ' .J ll wk as-X, sh K ivgvif- I - . . 1 , 2-K A , -j' ' . - f..:f-gi: 1-5. V I Y Y 5? K . . Z I: ',.,V::.iI Q ,fs ig. .fi 5 , ..v- , g , Iiiwpjvgxx L A -. - kstl- h L... ., ' 'fs' ' - Q iE05HKlll Page 12

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ZX un Q lg 'L A .Y .A, -if aff R- NONAUMNO neighbour came from somewhere and helped him up. A policeman ap- proached, accompanied by a man in white who put something cool on his hands and wrapped them up. Two other men came and carried the man away. The policeman was talking to his mother's neighbour. uSmart kid. that. Fooled a murderer with a simple rope trick. I guess the kid wasn't the only one who thought that a good hidin' place. Sure, the guy fell on his own knifef' His mother's neighbour put her arm around Peter and called him a hero. For the first time he glanced down at his sides. His pinched face became more Wan. Leaving the friendly circle of her arm, he walked slowly to the edge of the pier and looked out over the river. Except for the trembling of his lower lip, his face was immobile. Two gulls swooped up from the water, shrieking in disappointment, for they were not fish, but only some yellowed books, that were floating downstream. JGYCE WHITE, June '39 Page ll

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Psychological Ubscrvations Of An Editor '4IT happens even in the best of families. That is, if the family contains one or more of that superior branch of the human race familiarly called teensters,,' but psychologically termed Hadolescentsf, Reaching the all important teens has always meant for young people the birth of the desire to create, but in grandma's day that creative urge was confined to love lyrics or a simple story in which all of the characters were either very good or very bad. Such a story or attempt at writing would be considered most naive by my modern contemporaries. Let us consider the case records of two would-be genii from the files and consider them carefully. First we have the history fthus farj of H. Ovington Perkins, who kills off his characters for a planned psychological reason. On the other hand, here's the record of H. Ovington's cousin Joe, who just kills off his characters. An outstanding characteristic of this new style of writing is the homicidal trend expressed within its pages. Not since the gory days of Shakespeare have there been so many murders per page as one may find in the efforts of any high school literary prodigy. Such first-class butchers as S. S. Van Dine and Sax Rohmer, whose hair-raising works were avidly consumed by H. Ovington's Big Sister and Brother, had better look to their laurels, for they have serious competition. We will consider H. Ovington principally, for there is really little about Joe, or his writing, to interest us. Joe merely imitates his more neurotically inclined relative and hasn't as yet reached a point where he feels obligated to supply a reason for killing oil practically everyone in- volved in his plots and leaving his poor heroes on the verge of suicide, repenting, too late, a life of sin. This is the type of story which ends rather oddly, and for the creation of which you always search a plausible reason, but somehow you never do satisfy your curiosity about the reason anyone even bothered to transmit such idiotic ideas to paper. But, to return to H. Ovington, what influence has environment played in the formation of such great inspirations? Perhaps we should first con- sider Mrs. Perkins, for there's no use even thinking about Mr. Perkins, he never has anything to say about H. Ovingtonis rearing anyway. Mrs. Per- kins, besides being the sort of woman who would wish the name of H. Oving- ton on a poor defenseless baby, is a club woman. ln H. Ovington's forma- Page 13