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

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Arn Anthology of Harms Verse and Humor The allowmg exrerpfr mm the Hom' Glam have been rhoren ar fepreren miner 0 Hdlflf Humor and Vefre and me fepmzled wztb pefmzrrzon mm the mrzozzr edzlzonr 0 the Stadium zrrzzed dllfliig the part remerler REGISTRATION DAY The day we came to register A diagonal we composed It nertled us howe er to find That history was closed Another diagonal then we wrote On Art this one reposed Until we found to our disgust Thar this same Art was closed And this time saver chose We dared not look upon the board For fear that French would close And sure enough our last resort On full list was transposed Cuz just as Pop sweeps up downstairs That section too was closed Ar eight o clock we Til early morn we For ours had been To slave from nine got back home swore the cursed fate til four ALLES WELL THAT ENDS WELL or WORKING THROUGH C C N Y Son MARTEL me Can I do it? Mother The RHODES to success are LONG You can r make it PEI Son O CONTI7 Mother The BOYD have to be strong who could do that Son How THRILLING it must be to have HEFT' Morher But it s hard on the DAMBAC Son You re a PERLMUTTER A 0 f ' , f ff ll , ', jc . ' , . . ,' i ' . ' ' I V ' ' ' f If ' fl ' ' 4 7 7 Y 7 S With rising ire we turned to Math : , . Page Sixty

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at first hardly rn a whrsper but takrng on courage as she went along My story ISU t any drfferent from the ones others must have told you and hundreds of other cops rrght here at the foot of Forty fourth Street Most of the others though drdnt tell rt rn person but rt was read I suppose rn a note whrch they must have left rrght here If you et bored stop me Im sorry you came because rt took a lot of thrnkrng to reach the decrsron and now that youve stopped me I know that I won t have the nerve to do lf agarn The knrght of the law looked at the grrl rntently Then If your story begrns rn a small town and up to yesterday you were tramprng from Zregfeld s to Shubert s and they told you that they could use a mard for a walk on but then you weren t the type Well I guess I can supply the detarls when I have more trme The grrl laughed hysterrcally Yes That s the story but rt hurts when you make If so matter of fact Ive starved rn your detarls ve wntten home of my great success They ve found out Iwe been d1s owned Im a farlure a farlure- even he turned on me but then he dred and we hadn t spoken and he dred wrthout forgrvrng or berng forgrven Oh God' why should I lrve why why 'Ihe words were rnterrupted by sobs and as she began to lose complete control of herself the knrght of the law took her by the shoulders and turned her tear starned face towards s Wart grrlre wart I got a heart dont thrnk I havent got a wrfe and two krds too and I get rotten breaks but do I go around jumprng rnto IIVCISQ I should say not' I strck on the job Even tonrght Im rn danger of losrng rt There IS a bootlegger named Gazettr who has been makrng nrghtly shrpments around here and rf he gets through agarn me and five other guys wrll be demoted The realrzanon that others had struggled seemed to cheer the grrl up for Well I guess you re rrght offxcer Ill grve lrfe another chance But rf I dont succeed thrs trme well You better get home now grrlre I can t stay here all nrght rnter rupted the offrcer G replred the grrl dont worry about me Im afrard to try If agarn I just want to stay here alone and thrnk thrngs over Well goodbye sard the knrght of the law youll feel better rn the mornrng And he arose and walked off rnto the fog The grrl sat motronless for awhrle and then suddenly leaned over the prer and sard O K Gazettr the coast rs c ear And a loaded boat slrd from under the wharf A knrght of the law happrly walked hrs beat and whrstled because the enveloprng gloom combrned w1th a deep mrst that was blowrng IH from the sea softened the usual hard hard outlrnes of New Yorks skylrne The End , .i ' 7 U . , . . , 4 . . . . . , ' 5 7 . , . . . , 7 7 . 3 ' n ' . . g - -- r 1 , u 1 - Y ' ' 13 7 7 7 - , . . . ' n ' - u - - U . . U . . 1 - u f , . 1 ' ' ' ' tt xv ' ' n 1 O, , , . 1 - me xv . . . 1 . . ,, 7 1 rr xy - ' . ,, 7 7 u 1 - 7 ' sr fe 1 - ' y - tt - an In r 1 - , , V - 'I ' ' ' ' 1 rx u 1: - x . Y . - rn , ' . . . ' . 1 7 U . . . . P 3 , . , . P ge Fifty-nine

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A SAD SOPH MEDITATES Soon will go the room spaces, For the crowded, dirty placesg For the busy, rushing parts Where the heavy traffic darts- Automobiles, wagons, carts. No athletes during lunch hour' And twould be quite drab to much our 1' ood outdoors among the mobs Midst rushed men and hasty gobs Laborers hurrying to their Jobs Handball would be out of question, In that maelstrom of congestiong How much different from our school This was built with skillful toolg Of Gothic art a gorgeous jewel. Can the founder sleep in quiet With this turmoil and this riot? With this change from good to bad? Is it just a whim or fad? Or the work of someone mad? G O DUES G O dues G O dues G O dues jumbled In the assembly By Mr Flynn mumbled The faculty sayeth Gainst this paper banded There werent two systems So tis commanded What value notes of hand? Meant but a promise bland So each one was informed And the STADIUM was slandered Theres not to make reply To answer back those on high Theirs but to sit on high So tis commanded Is it fitting or proper to leave these halls without suitable memory? Imagine departing with no final show with no souvenir of the building 7 Ay rip the moulding from her walls The cards from tattered shades For souvenirs of T H H When recollection fades Take plaster from the ceilings worn Remove a desk or chair Bring long a splinter from the bench Of Dr Senftners lair These floors once filled with tales of woe Will soon be of the past So take along a plank or two To make the memory last A nib from Fitzs fountain pen A hair from Fendys beard Remembrances of our dear school Will always be revered A pane of glass with all its dirt A blackboard from the wall Will ever be a memory Of Townsend Harris Hall So dont forget to take along Regardless of its size A souvenir of T H H A thing you re sure to prize 7 , . . . . . . 4 . . , . . . . . , . . , . . , C' ' ' D 1 s 7 , . 7 1 5 , . ,, . . . . . Y . . . . . . ,, , . . . . . , . 9 7 7 - 1 , i 7 . 7 5 7 . , . , , . . . ' v 7 ' . . ., - y . Page Sixty-one