Townsend Harris High School - Crimson Gold Yearbook (Flushing, NY)

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X. . X s ' Q :f P I fn 5 .Il if J - i 4 in l Pa 3? tilt. riff' A Ng r Dx. ri i 0 T A 01 . .QM as s 'fi Page Forty-Eight . f i ' 5 . -sa- lsa ll SHORT STORY CONTEST First Prize A SUBWAY SAMARITANH NORMAN J. GOLDFARB. U. A. 21 GILBERT I. HYMAN, U. A. 21 S Edith Wilder entered the last car of the Brighton express she recalled some of the high- ' lights fbut that wasnlt Edith's wordj of the evening just What an unqualified Hop that Inglis party had turned out! And at first it had looked so promising. But now she vowed she had never seen such boots in all her years of party- going. To say that Edith was as thorough- ly disgusted a girl as ever trod a dance-floor would be putting it mildly, so to speak, but disgusted she was. And here she was, unaccompanied, go- ing home at two o'clock in the morn- ing, with plenty of time ahead of her to ponder upon the idiosyncrasies of the male of the species. Of course, Jimmy had offered to take her home, but to go home in his company or in the company of any one of that bunch was unthinkable, to go home alone, even at two A. M., was much safer. Why the way that Jimmy had behaved-simply abominable! Taking a seat in a far corner of the car, she made a wry face as she re- membered that kiss jimmy had meant for her lips but had landed on the tip of her nose. A non-partisan observer would have hardly blamed him for his temerity as Edith was the unknowing possessor of really kissable lips-and a very passable nose if the lips should prove unattainable. Edith, you may Q53 l I qi, aj L A passed. ff? 77M 51: rf rilllt WH ,fl w fwwayqyvwyuvy ELEJ I-V9-'l well imagine, had not thought of con- sidering these all-important factors when she passed judgment on jimmy, she had long ago decided that he had deserved to have his face slapped properly. No matterf' she comforted her- self for not having followed that course of action, i'I'm rid of him now -he and the rest of that gang can go straight to the devil-lot I care! Having thus summarily dismissed the Inglises, men in general, and jimmy in particular, Edith all at once realized that she was literally all-in. She did not want to doze for fear of missing her station, so-probably from force of habit-she reached in the pocket of her coat, fetched out a vol- ume of Rex Beach, and commenced to read. Edith soon felt that Beach's virility was not to her taste this night-or

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1, W ,Wg 5 ,it L' lil llli9llDlllGlIf0DllRlllfMl9 6:5 THE PARTING -3, Q. ITH the approach of commencement, the culmination of three years of effort, the night to which all seniors look forward with joyous antici- pation and anxiety, there is a feeling of sadness and remorse that gf,-5 seems to permeate our minds, sadness which arises from the realization that one must part with the friends and activities which three years have made so inexplicably and infinitely precious, and remorse that originates from the fact that we have not made the most of our opportunities in Town- send Harris Hall. Our career in high school has not been one of empty chimeras, but of pulsating, throbbing life. From term to term, we have upheld the traditions and standards of our school. Defending and sustaining its spirit and morale has been our daily task, and it is with a feeling of profound gratification that we can affirm that our work has been performed successfully. We have set our ideals and aspirations, molded our characters, in such fashion that we may competently struggle with the responsibilities and seem- ingly-insurmountable obstacles of life. Nor are we oblivious of the part our instructors have played in this development-our instructors whom we have often unjustly and ungraciously condemned as pompous pedagogues. It is to them that we owe the splendid education and discipline we have acquired in Harris. They too are responsible for the ethical code and spirit of sportsman- ship inculcated into our minds. Never have they withheld advice, nor failed to offer their whole-hearted co-operation in a crisis, and it is with a feeling of sadness and regret that we bid them and the student body adieu. vm Q 'S 4 1 . 4 ll 1 5031 ag-if KD Q s. w Q 'A N fl 5 ri ,m I' 452 kg, y iii: If I, P4 GH , 4 I itty-Seven

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morning, if you will. She glanced around. For the first time, she really noticed her fellow passengers. Hm! only four persons in the car, all seated down at the other end-and four men at that! Decidedly, Edith didn't like this, not by a long shot. In case you have not already gath- ered as much, men, for the time at least, were Edith's pet aversion. None- theless, being a young woman of otherwise healthy inclinations and more than a little curiosity, she looked closer. Three of the men, those farthest from her, were sitting together on a seat flung across half the width of the car. On each end of the seat was a man of an entirely disreputable ap- pearance, badly in need of a good tailor and a better barber. Between them, propped up by his two com- panions to prevent him from falling to the floor of the car, was a slightly better dressed and manifestly deeply inebriated individual. All three were alike in their general seediness of ap- pearance. -I Kgs Q K - , 75? .1 JN ,ll f Us -X gf' 1 .F X LTI T4hsLgEWET gs gf 'X .f fxa, :hir Q A - 3 I. s,x MMLM3 a The fourth man, younger, more cul- tured looking, of infinitely better as- pect than any of the others, was seated halfway between her and the other men on a seat running along the length of the car. Edith perceived that something was troubling him-something to do with the three others-and, oddly, with her. First, he would stare in a half-puzzled, half-befuddled, and altogether pro- voking manner at them, turn in his seat and then stare in the same way at her. Edith thought, for the mo- ment, that this young man, too, was slightly under the weather, at any rate, he was letting himself in for a lot of trouble by acting in such a forthright fashion-as far as she was concerned. Certainly, she did not much mind his staring at them, she did mnd, re- sented would be the better term, his staring at her. The intermittently in- tent contemplation of his black eyes made her feel positively uncomfort- able. And she did not want to be made to feel uncomfortable. Her sensibilities had been jarred awry sufficiently for one evening fthe thought of the lnglises and jimmy, ever recurrent, still rankledj and this was just about the last straw. Grrl- if the female of the species can growl, Edith did growl, a very masculine- sounding growl, too. Even though the other men were acting so queerly, she was still too sleepy and, probably too angry, to see that this man was staring as hard-- if not harder-at the three others, and. everything considered, we can hardly censure Edith for her resentful atti- tude toward the fellow. But there was no denying that the fellow was trying to flirt with her, in her present mood she had no doubt of it. lX'ell, she knew a trick, tried and true, that had discouraged many a would-be he- flirt. Once more, with low-bent head, she attempted Beach, leaving the man to the more or less edifying study of the top of her hat. But this fellow was persistent. He did not turn tail and flee at the first skirmish. Somehow she knew that her little artful dodge had not worked .V 0 'l+. I- S a I A at V x 6. -23. af l 3 .1 . as 3521 ggi, ' l ga T 1 no . Md. Page Forly-Nine