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

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ed He slrd slowly down the ropes and felt them burnrng h1s back as he drd so and at last he fell forward and sprawled out at Edwards feet 0.CanT rt He Slld down slowly down the ropes The great roar of the crowd shoutlng fllled h1s ears and made hrm thrnk of what a cruel game lf was Thank God he was gettrng out tonrghtl Everythrnv went black rn front of 1m Frnrs When Jrmmy entered h1s dressrng room Thorne was srttmg wrth h1s head rn h1s hands He looked up and smrled mrrthlessly he sard rn a weary vorce Im too old for thrs game Im an old man And so I don t know I can fight a b1t yet Maybe I could make a come back You were rrght jrmmy I thrnk Ill get out tr Lrke Morton SP sald rmmy smrlrng farntly deep breath and looked at hrs rrght hand After all Morton was Morton and Thorne was Thorne And so I can qurt thrs game any trme I want he sald confidently decervrng hrmself to the end You were wrong there jrmmy But I dont want to now Im not too old for the fight mg game I can come back I will come back The game 7 3 . I 7 J -- ' ' . . . S '11, ' Like Morton's? Thorne drew a ' 7 7 6 - v n u .... 7U . 7 I , . . 4 7 ' 7 . v ' l ,, . O ' h . . . . . . Dag: Fzfty

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at the openrng of the erghth he drd not know Although hrs seconds had wrped the blood out of hrs eye the cut was strll bleedrng and rt blrnded hrm Even now he was clrngrng to hrs futrle desperate hope of wrnnrng Edwards led wrth hrs left and shot over hrs rr ht throwrng Thorne back wards He stumbled was spun around by a savage left and sud denly was flounderrng around the X. JP X X cr c Thornes hands are hangrng down X at hrs srdes rrng wrth Edwards on top of hrm The crowd was wrld The radro announcer shouted rnto hrs mrcro phone Edwards rs hrttrng the champ wrth everythrng he has Thornes hands are hangrng down at hrs srdes and he rs berng knocked all over the rrng It s a wonder that hrs legs keep hrm up There' He s down' One two three Thorne rolled over and shook hrs head to clear rt He swayed on hrs knees and crawled to hrs feet at seven and was hurled back by a strarght from the shoulder rrght Ed wards followed hrm up swrftly snap prng rnnumerable rrghts and lefts to hrs head poundrng at hrm fiercely Thorne fell forward rnto a clrnch but Edwards got one hand free and rncessantly hammered at hrm He trrpped and went to the canvas agarn Somehow he got to hrs feet stag gered from a rrght cross He was thrown back agarnst the ropes re bounded off them and fell rnto Edwards left hook He felt the canvas under hrs hands and pushed hrmself up tears rn hrs eyes Edwards met hrm wrth a low jab forced hrm back wrth a vrolent on slaught of lefts downed hrm wrth a furrous uppercut The crowd howled On the floor Thorne was nearly sob brng The referee s vorce reached hrs ears Srx seven He opened hrs eyes and found hrmself starrng rnto the dazzlrng brrllrancy of the lrght above the rrng He staggered to hrs feet He could see nothrng From somewhere a glove shot out and caught hrm rn the mouth and he went reelrng away from rt Wrtlu hrs left glove he prred open the lrd of one eye Before hrm he could drmly see hrs opponent and wrth a choked cry he stumbled wrldly for ward Edwards brought up hrs rrght and flung hrm down agarn hrs face rn the resrn At the count of nrne he was up He lunged at a blurred figure before hrm and was stung wrth a rrght that rocked hrm back on hrs heels Edwards caught hrm flat footed and drove hrm back agarnst the ropes A verrtable avalanche of punches were crashrng down on hrm A terrrfic left was the blow that ended rt all He strffened becomrng very erect and the tendons rn hrs neck stood out And then he slump . . , . . - 7 , - . . . .. .7 . , . . . I D 7 3 Q ' ' . .OI K . - I 7 ' an f ' ' 7 I , . - 9 , - . ' u 2 I . . . , 'Q li! .Wk ' ' ' - g 'MFE . , . . X if ' . . xi -I I fp . . .' 'S . IEf . . . . 5' ,pun v.... .--.... . ' fail f r a , ., . . . ll.. l1. 4 - v 7 1 7 . 7 .1 1 . ,j . : il ' ' ' ' ' . KY ' ,lf 7 - . 77 ' ' 7 if ,YY I , ' ' Page Forty-urn

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The Elephant By HAROLD PRINCE And the blrnd men placed therr hands upon the elephant and each descr1bed the ammal accordlng to h1s own lmpressrons An old story NCE upon a trme 1n the State of Berng there lrved a young Poet and a sturdy Peasant They were fr1ends and nerghbors Therr humble huts bordered upon the Rrver of Lrfe whrch ran through the country and ended somewhere-one knew not exactly rn a dark and thrckly wooded forest At the trme our story commences Wrnter was fast retreatrng before the steady advance of Sprrng Along the face of the earth green shoots of grass rntruded themselves above the ground Feathered creatures wrng mg therr way back from the south land began to appear upon the branches of the awakenrng trees twrtterrng songs of gladness Even approprrately enough domrnance to the note of joy And above all earthly thrngs a br1ll1ant sun shed 1ts rays of warmth It was durrng thrs season that the Poet awoke one mornrng to wrtness the glorrous spectacle of the r1s1ng sun as lf topped the purple mountarn a drstance from hrs hut Ah he recrted even as he was lyrng 1n bed Sprrng the sweet Sprrng IS the year s pleasant krng Then blooms each thrng then rnards dance rn a rmg Cold doth not strng the pretty brrds do srng Cuckee jug Jug pu we to wrtte wee The Peasant chanced to pass by the hut just then and knowrng the Poet for a man of foolrsh actrons he thought that the poor Poet had at last taken leave of h1s senses Open 1n0 the door cautrously for he feared violence the Peasant saw h1s nergh bor srttrng naked on the bed gazrng rapturously out of the wrndow Why man he crred you can t do that People pass by here B srdes youll get pneumonra These words of wrsdom had no effect upon the Poet s behavror Now be sensrble pleaded the Peasant drsturbed by hrs nerghbor s srlence You really mutt put some The Poet slowly turned h1s head toward the Peasant Are you the harbrnger of Sprrng brrngrng wrth you the sweet song of brrds and the pleasant scent of flowers? he asked 1n a low pleasant vorce The devrl Im not the Peasant exclarmed vrolently Now lrsten here Lollrng 1n bed t1ll mrd day and srngmg srlly songs about flowers arent gorng to mend the holes 1n your trousers I hke songs myself at trmes but you Evrdently he was drsgusted Look at your house he contrn ued Its filthy Try cleanmg rt 7 tl l . 7 I 7 I 7 7 ' ' 7 7 7 QT sb , u u , - . 7 , . u ,U ' 7 tt 1 . . e- ' - 1 - ar , . f , I - QQ 0 73 1 7 . , . . , , 9 the frogs, discordant symphony gave, thing OH-H 7 . , . , U - - 7 , . , 7 Q1 ' 7 777 ll 7, ' . q n . 1 1 7 7 . ' , . . . 7 7 . , , l .,-u..-n-4ava ' ll I, ' 1 a ' 1 o ll 7 ' ' ., I , Page Fifty-one