Stuyvesant High School - Indicator Yearbook (New York, NY)

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THE INDICATOR Then the tempest broke with all its fury. Avalanches of rain swept between me and the two combatants. The triumphant screeching of the owl coupled with the maddening roar of the wind rang in my ears as I peered intently thru the blackness. Suddenly, from out of the chaos at my feet, aform broke free with a Titanic strain and, bayonet in hand, stood toweringly above the other. Im- mediately there surged thru my disordered brain vast recollections of I-Ienri Fournier. In an instant I remembered the aggressive attitude he had always taken toward Pierre. Realizing that the latter was a coward, Fournier had without a doubt seduced him here to seek his revenge. And of those two familiar figures who could that threatening form be other than I-Ienri Fournier? Throbbing with emotion I rushed upon this villain about to slay my brother, and drawing my sword, plunged it thru his body. I-Ie uttered a cry of pain which caused my heart to stop beating in sheer fright. UNO, no! It cannot be! I told myself. ' Tenclerly I picked the other figure up and holding him tightly, I started back to our lines. Pierre, my darling brother, I whispered, you are safeal have wronged you indeed- you are still but a child, unfit to associate with these men - fear not - I killed Fournier with my own hands. The deafening roar of the thunder, the blinding flashes of lightning and the wild shrieking of the gale, held no fears for me. Fiercely I shouted my defiance to the elements, as I battled thru the storm. In my delirium I imagined that we were children once more. flfaman stood in the doorway, the golden light of sunset streaming upon her. Mes Clieriesf' she was saying, you have a few moments before bed-time to play in the garden, Pierre, take Louis' hand ml so - and Pierre gurgled in child- ish glee, f'Now big brother will see that you do not fall . ..... . . . I heard the shots of the enemy and felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. My precious burden quivered, and I knew that he too had been hit. But a savage determination rose within me and I ploughed onward, with words of comfort on my lips. Visions of boyhood sprang before my eyes, scenes of peace and happiness. And then, after what seemed to me years of torture, Istumbled into our trench. With a tottering step I strode on, past the inquisitive line of poilus, the lifeless form in my arms, until I reached the dressing station. Throwing open the door, the bright light from within blinded me. Anxious- ly I looked at my loving charge ---. Oh Mon Dieu! I wiped the hot blood from my eyes-my parched lips could scarcely move. The room turned black and the floor gave way beneath me. It was the face of Henri Fournier! 28

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R 0 TVI E Q By john F. Larkin, jr. , Hlvleet my sisters friend to-morrow night? -. Nope. Smatter. Are you afraid of girls? Nope. Girls are harmless. What do l care! Will you meet this onef' Nope. When I meet a girl everything must be romantic. Ugh! See you later. The door banged. Archie was left alone in the center of the room. I-Ie heaved his shoulders, sighed, and carefully draped himself over a chair. Such is life. F One might think Archie was insane but one would never believe he was romantic. I-le wore crimson socks and green and orange polka dot ties. His color scheme was rather fantastic. However, despite ones doubts, he was romantic, romantic to the extreme. While meditating in the fourth dimension, he heard a cry, It disturbed him. I-le awoke from his dream of peace like Abu Ben Adhem. 'KI-lelp! lVlan overboard! No, it's a girl! Not waiting for further indications of distress Archie bounded out of the room half awake. He appeared upon the scene some two minutes and four seconds later. Everybody was shouting advice to the drowning damsel. No one ventured into the water after her. lt looked rather wet that day. Romance! Romance at last, thought Archie, I-le peeled off his coat, jumped out of his shoes, and plunged into thewater. Everybody gasped at this heroic deed. Archie swam as fast as he could and that was not very rapid. Slowly he approached the distressed maiden who was gesticulating like a wig wag signal. I-le reached her. She looked at him, said something and fainted. Then slowly and laboriously Archie towed his prize ashore. This was surely a romantic beginning, he thought. Eager hands helped him toward land. The girl regained consciousness and looked about for her rescuer. I-ler sparkling eyes alighted upon Archie. ulvly hero! she cried, throwing her arms about his neck. Archie was dumbfounded. This was not a romantic act. The book said so. 30