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

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darnfully I rarsed a whole field of blue rrbbon tomatoes A murmur of admrratron ran around the table Say sard one thrs early Sprrng rs certarnly gorng to be hard on flannel prrces You sard rt answered strll another prlgrrm ust watch Unr versal Fleece Underwear take a nrce oss That s what I say And so through the nrght Meanwhrle the Poet was turnrng the words of the Peasant over rn hrs mrnd Could rt be that he was merely a hopeless eccentric? Could hrs belrefs be no more than rllusrons? That could not be' And yet rn the cramped crtres and wrde plarns the followers of Results a mrllron of one to one of hrs Perhaps they were blrnd to real values Lrttle could be sard rn such a case But perhaps rt was not blrnd ness but a film of famrlrarrty that closed mens eyes to the beauty of nature And rf that why r rt were only a film perhaps Good Heavens' perhaps he could lrft And so as the flrckerrng lrght of the dyrng sun colored the leaves of the overhangrng trees the resolution to lrft the verl hardened rnto a burning desrre to go on a mrssron Down the sandy path bordered by green grass he walked raprdly seekrng hrs first convert It was not untrl the enthusr astrc Poet reached the srgn of the Blue Dynamo that he saw hrs first prospect an old man 1 Good evenrng began the Poet Top o the mornm replred the Old Man a twrnkle rn hrs eye The Poet unaccustomed to such shrfts rn conversatron stumbled on Does thrs weather H11 you wrth a gladdenrng warmth? When Sprrng approaches do you ever feel the urge to lre beneath the boughs of a green tree? Oh sure the Old Man answered shrftrng hrs prpe from one srde of hrs mouth to the other I lrke to lre under a green tree all rrght but the mosqurtos whoo the mos qurtoes' Yes a green tree rs a nrce rhrng but there are the ants and the fleas and the worms and those thrngs wrth speckled bodres and Well the Poet broke rn the marn object rn lrfe rs rt not rs to apprecrate and understand rts beau The Old Man nodded hrs head Thats just what I was sayrng to the Old Woman thrs mornrng I sard to her Now dear sard I rf you dont thrnk that the vermrllron on the Butchers fence rs pretty you re wrong It rs funny how some people can t apprecrate beauty The Poet brt hrs lrp but contrnued hrs argument There seems to be a krnshrp between the world of rnert matter and the realm of warm lrfe Perhaps matter rs sprrrt rn rts grosser aspect No matter smrled the Old Man Hrs face however suddenly became serrous as he notrced the Poet turn rn drsgust and walk away Hey lad he called Come ack The Poet seemrngly pard no atten tron to the call for he walked slowly back through the overhanging trees - A rx er ' 1 - , ,, . I . 1 , , . , h 7 7 7 7 ' . a H . i K! ' ' Y! ' 1 7 7 D ' 77 I U rf ry I . , , ' - u ' :re wr: :re , ' . . u j 7 7 ' 7 7 , , ....... 1 . 1 1 ll YY ' 77 ' 7 7 ' 7 7 world over there were tributes to and ty. , 7 n I l . . , , . ' ,. , 9 9 7 I 1 1 1 ' 7 ' 7 , 7 Y ' . If . n ' - an 7 W 7 I ' K! it. , . . . . . . 7 - 1 ' l l . 7 7 l 1 7 7 . . , . 1 - , 7 1 i I 9 ' 7 l . Al - D , . I V Fifty-four

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fusron of the technrcal and artrstrc Entermv the mam thoroughfare the prlgrtm came to a long road flanked on etther srde by tall slend er steel structures whose pomted peaks seemed to prerce the very clouds themselves In sharp contrast to therr taller brothers low squat wwf '10 W W WWWWQA WWMII1 Uwlqa Z W2 42 ? f llllllllllllll The Holy Clty loomed high above the surroundmg towns and vrllages burldmgs occupred the lesser thoroughfares Everywhere fantast1c lrghts lent therr effect to the strange appearance of the crty and almost always one could hear above the clamor of the crowd the steady per srstent and rythmrcal murmur of machmery Srtuated rn the center of the ctty was a tall broad burldmg that ar rested the attentron of all Well mrght rt for rn th1s crty of wonders thrs was the greatest of all Flymg buttresses rounded domes Dorrc columns Greek Gothrc and Ara besque archrtectures all harmonr ously synthesrzed mto a most pleas mg and practrcal structure the second feature of which was most carefully pomted out rn all of the gurde books Thrs was the Temple of the Oracle It was here that the Peasant and h1s frrends came The Attendant of the Order of Stocks and Bonds greeted them ceremonrously and then ushered them mto a hrgh roofed room pleasmgly decorated w1th red damask curtams that served to ex clude even the least ray of sunlrght The Hrgh Oracle was not v1s1ble rn the deep gloom of the room but h1s vorce could be heard boommg Indrcatrons are that Water Steel wrll reach a new level corn appears steady potatoes up one gulden wheat declmmg The devrll exclalmed one Ill be turned Merely a temporary depresston whrspered the Attendant Condt stable 6 A C S 31A U P O The VOICC soon dred away The prlgrrms closed therr notebooks mut tered a few tradrtronal sentences placed a few guldens m the proper receptacles and then left the room Above the street strmgs of eatmg places recerved darly the prlgrrms from the outlymg drstrrcts The Peasant and hrs frrends entered one of these ordered a substantral meal and drverted themselves for a whrle watchmg the dancrng grrls Therr conversatron however soon shtfted to toprcs of mutual mterest Last year mumbled one as he extracted the meat from a chrcken bone three of my chrckens won first prrze Thats the kmda meat I l1ke to eat not thrs stuff Tbfeef exclarmed another d1s an f ' 7 . 7 1 V 1 7 7 . 7 7 7 ' 7? I . A 1 E . 4 1 Q 7 9 f 3 in 7 9 5 4l f - . ,, V 2 .......,. . an Z V Q. . , ., , A f . ,, faag Q. 7 A ' 7 'I HH IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII' H ' H 7 tions everywhere are firm and ' ' . U ......... 2. ......... . . . f ......... . . . 18 ......... . ' 7 ' . . , . 7 7 7 7 l 7 ' 9 7 , ' I - . , a : . ., . . , ' b ' . v . , y 7 7 I 0 Q a a ' 1 1 ' 7 , . , . ' ' ff . H , ' , ' , Page Fifty-three

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A burning sense of failure gnawed him from within. Vague but pointed memories of the countless jibes and the contemptuous snickerings at him and his ideas welled to the surface of his consciousness He reached the river He stopped and his mind began to play with the fancy that the key to existence might be found at the end of the River of Life And so dressed in light summer clothing he stepped into icy water wading at first and then Going deeper Time passed The Peasant his body swinging in rhythm to a gav tune he had learned in the city trod the same path that a few nights be fore had witnessed the brief crusade of the Poet Reaching his own hut, he was not a little surprised to see the Old Man hanging some of the Poets clothes on a string outside of the latters house He was no less surprised to see the Old Man turn and enter the Poet s hut Now what can he be around for? He walked to his neighbor s door and with one husky push sent its crazy hinges creaking and crying in up roarious dissent to such harsh treat ment He stepped into the familiar room and saw, much to his amaze ment, the Poet, lean and deathly pale, lying in bed The Old Man rose to meet him He proferred his hand to the Peasant and, upon its being accepted, intro duced himself The ceremony being completed, they both advanced to the bed and stared at the Poet The Poet stirred uneasily The Old Man lifted a brimming bowl of oatmeal from a low chair near the bed. He stirred it carefully, and then slowly, as a mother would feed her child, he lifted a spoonful of food to his patients mouth, urging him to eat So sweet murmured the Poet almost inaudibly, as he tasted the Suddenly the moon crept from out the shadow of a cloud nrst spoonful So sweet for a mere stranger to help another in distress Did I put too much sugar in it? asked the Old Man Sugar s dear this year, inter posed the Peasant Then seeing that the Poet had fallen asleep ust what s the matter with him? Pneumonia Did you get a doctor? Not at first He wanted to go back to nature He did He got some herbs mashed them, and swal lowed the mess That made him sicker How did you enter into this affair? . I , . . . O A I ' ,. ,H 3 . . . 7 7 g . a: af wk ' 1 7 , f U exclaimed the astonished Peasant. SO Sweet - - . , J - 7 - Page Fifty :iw