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

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a lrttle laugh Im becomrng a krnd of poet myself Yet that fellow the Peasant speaks sound common sense too Bus1ness IS not guldens only There IS a romance and a joy and a beauty rn makrng nature your slave tarns and conquerrng seas Well I don t know It 1S not easy to Judge He became pensrve Fznzr Suddenly the moon crept from out the shadow of a cloud and sent a glorrous beam down upon the shad ow of the lrttle hut The Old Man leaped to h1s feet and searched the skres Please God he sard let me be as blrnd as nerther but let me have the eyes of both ' 7 ' 9 3 I I ' 7 3 There is a thrill in leveling moun- H H , H ' ' s y 7 . , s a y . . l .,, 7 Page Fifty-:eve

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The Old Man told hrm of hrs part rn the hrstory of the Poets brref crusade He looked krnd of upset the Old Man contrnued when he left me I rather lrke the Poet and so I thought I had better keep my eye on hrm He walked down the bank here qurte a way and I lost srght of hrm When I caught up wrth hrm agarn he was bobbrng around rn the rrver out there He looked lrke he couldn t swrm so I got a pole and lished hrm out He was a sorry mess drrpprng all over and sneezrng r e The poor fellow broke rn the Peasant He has made a pretty mess of thrngs He could have made out well too rn the advertrsrng game People draw down good sal atres there Sure assented the Old Man You know Glrbber dont you? Well he draws 700 guldens a week wrrtrng for the hydrant people No use talkrng commented the other He can t do a man s job He rs just lrke a chrld that just won t grow up Many trmes Ive seen chrl dren playrng wrth mud prles For the chrld that drrty chunk of mud be comes now a dragon now a horse now a beautrful mansron That s cute rn chrldren but for a grown man Well remarked the Gld Man I suppose there rs somethrng rn t at If you need me call me sard the other Sayrng that he marched off The Old Man watched the Peasant untrl the latter went out of srght Then he re entered the room The Poet was awake and mutterrng Whereupon the Old Man reached for the medrcrne bottle and the brtter greenrsh lrqurd stopped for a trme the ramblrngs of the Poet Suddenly the Poet sat uprrght rn e Hes blrndl he crred Who? exclarmed the startled Old Man dropprng a plate He cannot see beyond hrs nose The Peasant? Well I don t Always hrs ears are closed to the call of beauty hrs eyes blrnd to the welcome of nature Once I showed water there He saw mrnd you nothrng but water and mud Thank ful am I that I am as I am Sayrng that he fell back exhausted The Old Man felt hrs pulse cov ered hrm gently and then walked out to the doorstep The nrght had by then fallen and a deep calm had descended upon the earth The numberless stars twmkled back at the Old Man as he lrfted hrs eyes to the heavens A beautrful nrght he sard to hrmself Then seatrng hrmself on the doorstep he began to fill hrs 1 e I guess he sard slowly t at I can see what the Poet means There rs somethrng rn all thrs that creeps rn under one s skrn Well I guess he contrnued wrth ' 7 7 7 7 ' 7 7 . ' b d , . . , . . , . . 1 1 I 11 . 1, , . n it Y' ' 1 He. 11 ' I Y! 1 YI . , .......... 7 7 - n 3 . .. ,, hrm the many colored hues rn the 5 ' - rx ' ' . , , 7 ' ' 7 ry ' . . n . , . gy ' YY 9 ' - il ! Y ' 7 . . . . . , , ' 7 a 3 ' 1 1 . YY , .....,. . rr yv H ' ' ' 7 7 7 tt f u 1 ' ' ' ' 9 rx ' h . , .. H - PP - 7 7 If Y! ' K! h' , 7 9 , . ' Y ' Y! . l Y! Y! ' ' ' 1 1 Page Fzfty-:ix

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'B One Foggy Knight By SEYMOUR Gkoss T was twrlrght and the enveloprng gloom combrned wrth a deep mrst that was blowmg 1n from the sea softened the usual hard outl1nes of New York s skyline mto mere shad ows and suggest1ons of huge tower mg shapes Here and there t1ny lrghts appeared and then drsappear ed makmg the whole rsland of Manhattan seem l1ke a cloudy sky whose stars were trylng to peep through the clouds The sound of many fog horns and the fresh twang of the salt a1r were wafted 1nto shore on the cool Aprrl breeze where they mmgled wrth the smell of the docks and the norses of the streets All these noises created an 1rregu lar melody but the lappmg of the waves agarnst a certa1n wharf pro vrded a bass or even tempo to accompany this melody of the rrver front An excepnonally staccato note of a nearby fog horn was accom panled by a s1m1lar movement of part of a shadow that was creeprng along the edge of the wharf When thrs prece of blackness reached the end of the shadow of a shanty rt hesrtated a second and then fitted across a patch of l1ght comrng from the watchmans lamp through the wrndow of the shanty and agaln merged into the darkness of the end of the wharf The last traces of the sun had dis appeared and all was rnky blackness Only the ted and green prlot lrghts of an exceptionally near by tug penetrated the fog and made them selves vrsrble to the dark figure huddled at the end of the wharf Soon the watchmans l1ght moved farther away and was lost rn the fog The huddled figure suddenly stood erect and peered out 11'1IO the foggy rrver It gave a l1ttle shrver and a cough was heard in a muffled fem 1n1ne vorce The owner of the vorce leaned over as rf to jump 1nto the dark lapprng river when two strong hands suddenly prnroned her from behind The grrl screamed both from frrght and anger both of wh1ch emot1ons she betrayed when she sar Let me go let me go I was Oh no you don t srster no you don t tonlght IS too cool a night for me to be fishm you out of that cold water And the girl looked up 1nto the not unhandsome or unkrndly face of a polrceman Then he drew her to a s1tt1ng pos1t1on on the edge of the wharf and took a flashllght from hrs pocket The glrl had suddenly be come subm1ss1ve and when the l1ght flashed on she was look1ng at the kn1ght of the law w1th nothrng but gratltude 1n her eyes As he awkwardly began to talk If was ev1dent that he was surprrsed at the appearance of the grrl How come he sa1d how come a grrl wrth your looks and dress wants to k1ck the bucket? Why you got evetythmg to l1ve for She lowered her eyes as she spok 0 L . . 1 - , . . , . 7 , 7 n d. u or te 1 - 7 , . . . ' x n 0 . 7 7 , . . 9 ' n , u ar ' rr ' 7 7 , - - xr .. ' P V7 Page Fifty-eight