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

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While all thoughts slept in innocence A cloud, hiding the whole from view, Blew up over the mountains, Turned black the sky-from blue. Upon an unsuspecting, sleeping world, Tempestuous in lilind fury and rage, It reached out its hands, bewildering The youngest, the oldest, and the sage. It uncovered lovely, hidden things And tore them away with pain- Caught them in indecision Between the wind and the rain. Ruth lVlacNeal, January '41

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and turn G-man, or special agent of some sort, in order to see justice done at any price. Once more his hero kills, for when the friend accuses him, he admits his guilt, and then follows a fierce struggle between Right and Wrong. However, our sinner does not perish as in the old melodrama, but instead, kills his best friend. At this point the hero's half crazed mind returns to normal, he indulges in a moral soliloquy and regretfully for triumphantlyl retires to a con- venient kitchen, where he turns on the gas, or else to a lonely mountain shack, where he will blow out his brains. Another variation of H. Ovington's favorite philosophy is the tale of blighted love. Romeo meets Juliet, this time in an East Side night club. Of course they fall deeply in love, but they cannot marry because one of them is dying of any number of unpleasant diseases, or one has already wed some variety of an idiot, so they sacrifice their lives on the altar of Unfulfilled Love and end it all by jumping together off a nearby bridge promptly at midnight. But perhaps you consider such literary gems morbid trash? If so, dear reader, be advised that you are the sort of unbeliever who must be psychoanalyzed at once by young Master Perkins himself, who will sooth- ingly persuade you that you are at least a half -wit. No doubt H. Ovington will recover from the effect of his particular neurosis as soon as he becomes more accurately informed by experience and research, and thus a potential mad genius will be lost to the world. RUTH CHARLES, January ,39 VVZnter You go .... Leaving no trace Behind you save the stars- Coldly, relentlessly, gleaming- Remote. Sprzng Pale green- Lines etched along The sky, and woods, herald The coming spring .... the world listens . . . Alive. Suzanne Katzman, January '39 Page 15

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ON TI-IE TRAIL EVEN with all the modern inventions and conveniences, man has not lost his love for the woods. Many a man who would not think of shoveling the snow off the front walk in winter may work twice as hard in the summer-time shooting a rapid in some remote river or climbing a mountain with a fifty- pound pack on his back. The Appalachian Trail, the most famous hiking trail in the East, ex- tends from Maine to Georgia. Our own state has built many trails and canoe routes through the Catskill and Adirondack Mountains. These are clearly blazed with route markers of different colors so that one will not lose his way. Maps are obtainable for any trip from the Conservation Department at Albany. This sport has interested people of both sexes and all ages. When I was traveling through the Adirondacks two years ago, I met a seventy- year-old couple who had many extra conveniencesg such as, battery electric lights, a large A tent, and a folding mattress plus the regular equipment. This year I passed a couple of woman school teachers portaging their sixty- pound canoe equipment. Many of these trails connect lakes and rivers and so enable travelers to take extended trips. An advantage of this type of travel is that one can stop in a pleasant, quiet place whenever he pleases. All along the state trails are Adirondack lean-tos with large fireplaces in front of them. The general belief that camp cooking is full of dirt and either burned or not cooked enough is false. With the aid of a folding reflector oven, which is placed before the fire, one can bake pies, cakes, biscuits, and bread. Also on the menu may be hot cereals, soups, steak, dessert, and other foods to balance the diet. Food is carried in water-proof bags so as to protect it and save space as the quantity diminishes. As soon as the novice paddles into his first lake or turns the first corner of the trail, he realizes that he is going to see something he never could have seen while motoring. As an example, I shall relate a few experiences I have had on recent trips. Six fellows and I launched our three canoes in Blue Mountain Lake, New York. We followed the steamboat route, which was the only means of transportation in the Adirondacks many years ago. Now one of the old steamboats houses a tea room at Blue Mountain. As we passed into Eagle Lake through a three foot channel, someone noticed that the banks were Page I7