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

Text from Pages 1 - 136 of the 1934 volume:

I1aiLFL1!EliS?l93l'HliHiFJ:.ZlXWYiif'l1HlKRHBKJxDlNT259W' Y CHIDISUN AND GULD January, 1934 TIIWNSEND HARRIS HIGH SCHO0L FGREWORD There is drama attached to the progress of an educational institution-the drama of dreams realized only after long toil and struggle. On the stage before our eyes passes the long line of Harris men. Their march is accompanied by music in a slow, steady crescendo that is ever-increasing in purity and intensity of tone. At first the parade is a halting gloomy one. But as the years roll on, the tempo grows faster and the step of the Harris men becomes quicker. A reason for all these changes exists. In the beginning the varsity magazine was aristocratically formless. Its policy was the Senior policyg it meant nothing to the main body of the school. Then men with ideas and hopes began to shape a definite policy. The magazine was to have more significance for Harris. Now their ideas have been al- most realized. The trend to make the Crim- son and Gold truly representative of the school has been heartily endorsed by the staff this semester. We have labored dili- gently to maintain our stand, and we have endeavored to add a worthy stage in the metamorphosis through which the book has been passing. We have sought to create a Crimson and Gold which will be remembered in Harris history for having reached one of the very highest notes of accomplishment in the crescendo of progress, and which will take a proud place in the parade of Harris enterprises. page two DEDICATION To Mr. Philip Smith, we, the editors, dedi- cate this, the January, 1934 Crimson and Gold. page three PHILIP SMITH Mr. Philip Smith is the moderator of Townsend Harris student self-government. Literally, a moderator is an arbitrator, a mediator, and not a person who restrains or restricts. Our tall, kindly math instructor is all that the word implies. He is the guardian angel of the General Organization and the guiding force of the Insignia Committee. In his official capacity, he does not com- mand, he counsels. It is this calm, level- headed observer who reviews our problems with a quiet, contemplative air, and it is he who then gives us the fruits of his wisdom. His counsel can he depended upon to the utmost degree. Many are the students who have been the grateful recipients of the mod- erator,s advice. YV ith keen unerring eye he has perceived minor defects of character, which if allowed to flourish would develop like insidious weeds into major faults, and he has helped to eliminate the evil. By dedicating the Crimson and Gold of 1934 to Mr. Philip Smith, we have endeav- ored to express the heartfelt thanks and gratitude long due a personality of so high a calibre. We sincerely hope that we have succeeded in conveying our sentiments. page four FACULTY SECTIUN Upon entering Harris the average student is inclined to regard a member of the faculty as some sort of supernatural being, a person endowed with peculiar characteristics, and one who is to be feared as well as revered. Time, however, slowly disproves this naive theory and even more slowly welds a mature conception of the relationship which should exist between the student and the instructor. When the thin walls of reticence and pro- priety which surround the individual student disappear entirely, he discovers that those men whom he has always regarded as over- seers occupy a somewhat different, if not less impressive position. More time is required for the realization that these gentlemen are not only instructors, but also friends. This understanding is greatly hastened by direct contact with the teachers in extra-curricular activities. It is soon revealed to the student that each of these ostensibly staid, dignified individuals has a live, vibrant character. It is truly a pity that the student cannot comprehend the status of his teachers before the senior term, for although he may be graduated with the belief that he has taken advantage of everything Harris oB'ers, still there is the subconscious realization that something is lackingg he has failed to become fully acquainted with those fine gentlemen- those true friends who have aided him so much--the Faculty. page ive DIRECTOIPS MESSAGE The Editor of the Crimson and Gold again has extended me the courtesy of addressing you. First, may I rejoice with the school over the successful conclusion of the term ending June, 1933, and over the happy prospect of a better year ahead of us. Outstanding among the extra-curricular activities last year were the delightful field day at Bear Moun- tain, the very attractive issue of the Crimson and Gold, a forceful Stadium, and the initia- tion of well directed intra-mural and extra- mural athletics. At this writing, plans are far advanced for a Varsity Show, an activity that recently it has not seemed feasible to foster, and continuance of the same able management assures us further success in our literary and athletic endeavors. Surely Harris this year bids fair to uphold its high tradition in the unofficial program, and an analysis of our own records and the reports from the college registrar establish beyond a doubt that our present generation of students is maintaining the same high scholastic standards that have given to Harris its en- viable prestige. And now a word to the Seniors themselves, under whose immediate supervision the pres- ent issue of the Crimson and Gold is being published. From fairly crude but distinctly promising freshmen we have seen with in- terest and pleasure the rounding out of characteristics that will make the memory of the Class of January, 1934, stay with us, and in the future we confidently anticipate the still further development of more complete manhood, able, equipped, and willing to serve our community and nation in the same efiicient and generous way hundreds of other I-Iarrisites have served and are now serving. In the hope that you will ever hold such service your ideal of communal living, I bid you farewell with a most sincere wish for success. George M. Falion, Director page six PUBLIC EDUCATION At the head of the Lincoln Corridor, in the Main Building of the College of the City of New York, above that splendid mural painting portraying the eight great teachers of humanity, are inscribed the words: ERU- DITIO POPULI LIBERI SPES GENTIUM. The hope of the world lies in the education of a free people. In that Latin inscription of five words, Gen- tlemen, you have epitomized the very foun- dation upon which the structure of our gov- ernment has been erected. The establishment of the constitution of our own country marked the dawn of a new era in the theory of government. In a world where despotism was the rule and even lim- ited monarchies the exception, there was evolved a representative government, main- tained by the consent of the governed, whose only hope for permanence lay in the educa- tion of the people. A doubting world watched the young republic, saw the number of the Little Red Schoolhousesv increase, and learned gradually that free public education was the foundation of successful democratic government. Since we were the first to behold the vision of free public education from elementary school through high school, and, in an ever widening scope, through college, we have reaped the benefits of our vision beyond other peoples. At a time when the despotism of dictatorships arises on all sides in the world about us, our own people stand firm in their faith in democratic government. You are now profiting by your heritage of an education at the expense of your fellow- citizens. In a short time it will be your duty to assume the full responsibility of citizen- ship among your people. Thus far you have done well. May you continue as successfully as you have started, and may you hand down to those who come after you, the heritage of a free people. Robert H. Chastney, Assistant Director page Selle!! 'N-. y Y V' George M. Falion, M.A. .................... ..Director Kings are like stars--they have the worship of the world, but no repose.-Shelley. Robert Chastney, M.A. ..... ......, A sst. Director Condemn the fault and not the ur-tor of it.-Shakespeare. Robert Alles, A.M. ....... ..... ............ E n glish Where more is meant than meets the ear.-Milton. Seth W. Bannister, B.S. .......A.............. Physics The man is not quite a brute who blushes.-Young. William Roy Begg, Ph.D. ............,... .... L atin W'hen in Rome do as Romans do.-St. Augustine. Gaetano Conti .................. .... C ustodian Push on! Keep moving!-Morton. A. J. Bogdanove ................. ..... ................. A r t Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.--Shakespeare. Edward F. Boyd ....................... ..... A rt Art is long, time is Heeting.1Longfell0u:. Leon H. Canfield, Ph.D. ....... ..... H istory Daniel come to judgment.-Shakespeare. Rene Carrie, M.A. ............... , ....... ..... M ath Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.-Shakespeare. Jay Counsellor, B.S. .......................... Hygiene Home keeping youth have ever homely wits.-Shakespeare. Pierre Courtines, M.A. .... .,.. R omance All Hell broke loose.--Shakespeare. Orlando D'Amato, B.A. ......,.........,... Romance Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.-Shakespeare. Albert P. D'Andrea, A.B The pipe is man's best friend. . .... .... A rt Dayton Dennett, A.M. .............,....., ,... E nglish So sweet and voluble is his discourse.1Shakespeare. Israel Drabkin, Ph.D. ...................,.......... Latin When I ope my lips, let no dog bark.-Shakespeare, Cecil B. Dyer, A.M. .........,.................. English Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.-Shakespeare. Mark Fenderson ..................,............... .... A rt How use doth breed a habit in man.1Shakespeare. page eight Ernest Ferguson, B.S. .............,... ..... H ygiene He must be rruel only to be kind.-Shakespeare Joseph P. Fitzpatrick, A.M. .,...,........A. English Nve know the eighteenth amendment has been sucressful.-- Cannon. James E. Flynn, LLB ...... ...........,.... E nglish lt adds a precious seeing to the eye.-Shakespeare. Jacob A. Friedman, M.A. ....... ..... H istory At every word a reputation dies.-Pope. David Goldway, A.M. .................,......., English The vision and the faculty divine.--Shakespeare. Abraham Goodhartz, B.A. ...... .... ........ E n glish 0h Romeo, my Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?-Shakes peare. George E. Goss, Ph.D. ....... ....... .... H y giene I am nothing if not critical.-Shakespeare. David Heft, M.A. .............. .... R omance Order is Heaven's first law.-Pape. Richard Heynich, Dipl. ..........,........... German Has! any philosophy in thee, shepherd?--Shakespeare. Iven Hurlinger ................... ............... . .Physics Throw physics to the dogs, I'll none of it.1Sh.ulEespeare. Solomon Hurwitz, M.A., ........ ..... M ath Brevity is the soul of wit.-Shakespeare. Frederick Hutchinson, A.N.A. ,.............. ..... A rt A noticeable man with large, gray eyes.-Wadsworth. David Klein, Ph.D ..................,............ English No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope.--Sheridan. Jacob Landman, Ph.D. .......,..,..... .,.... H istory l'm sure care's an enemy to life.-Shakespeare. John Lang .......................,.... .... A rt He will the devil his due.-Shakespeare. Kurt H. Langsam, M.S. in Ed. .......... German The noblest mind the best contentment has.-Spenser. Duncan MacEwen, B.B ....., ...............,..... M ath Thou wert their guide, philosopher, and friend.-Pope. Edwin Mandeville, M.A. ...................... History The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.-Shakes- peare. page nine Jose Martel, Ph.D .................,........... Romance The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy,-Pope. Christopher Martin, .....English I'm weary of conjectures.-Addison. Charles Mendelsohn, Ph. D. .............. History I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.-Shakespeare. Edmond Meras, Lec. es Lettres ........ Romance He hath indeed bettered expectation.-Shakespeare. Werner Miermann, Dipl ............. . . . .German To err is human, to forgive divine.-Pope. Nicholas Milella, LLB ..... ...Romance I bear a charmed life.-Shakespeare. Philip Newman, M.A ....... .....Math None but myself can be his parallel.--Theobold. Solomon Neugeboren, B.A. .............. I have not loved the world, nor the world me Charles Oberist, M.A. ...... . .German .-Byron. ...,.Math What's to come is still unsure.-Shakespeare William ou, B.A. ....i,..... ......Hygiene I try to tread in time und tune.-St-ollurd. Samuel Pearlman, B.A.,. The merciful knight.-Sassoon. Mario Pei, A.B. ......................,......... . ..... History Romance Much Latin and much more Creek.-1Ben Jonson. Edward Penn, A.M. .... A mellilluous voice.-Shakespeare. .....English Bernard Perlmutter, M.A.. ................. History The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.-Harte. Devereux Robinson, M.E. ...................... Math He is well paid that is well satisfied.-Shakespeare. Irwin M. Rothman, B.S. ................... .... .Math A snapper-up of unconsiclered trifles.-Shakespeare. Peter Sammartino, Ph. D. ,.... . .... .... R omance I have not loved the world, nor Milton Schwartz, M.E. in the world me.--Byron. Ed. ............ Romance The price of wisdom is above rubies.-Job. page ten Edward L. Sheldon, M.A. ..........,... .... L atin Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.-Shakespeare. Max Smith, M.S. in Ed. ....... ...., E nglish Syllables govern the world.--Shakespeare. Philip L. Smith, AM. ..........,................. Math I hold you as a thing enskyed and sninled.-Shakespeare. Henry F. Standerwick, Ph. D.... As merry as the day is long.-Shakespeare. Alfred H. Stein, B.S.S. ...... The Art itself is nature.-Shakespeare Russell F. Stryker, M.A ............. A most potent, grave, and reverend seigneur William Troy, B.A. ............... A very valiant trencherman -Shakespeare Waldo B. Truesdell, M.A. ........... ...,.Latin ......Art ............Latin .1Slmkespeare. ... .Romance .......Physics The hoary head is a crown of glory.-Prov. XVI. Reinhard A. Wetzel, F.R.M.S ..... ...... P hysirs The humor of it.-Shakespeare. Jean B. Zacharie, B.L. ..........,......,.. Romance Beware of the fury of a patient man.-Dryden. Jetta Alpert ................,.....,....... General Office Cod, she is a milk-white lamb.-Keats. Doralene Jackson Joy rises in me like a summer's morn. Margaret B. James ........... Shut the door, good John !-Pope. .. ...Librarian Amy M. Richter .................,...... General Office Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved,-Milton. CAMERA SHY FACULTY George Blake Louis R. Trilling Joseph Cahn William A. Whyte Dora Richman Arthur Yanella Alexis E. Senftner Ira ZasloH' Harold Sveinhjorusson page eleven ABC 0F A is for Alles, most witty of Harris, Whose wit has the power to please and embarrass. B is for Blake, most phlegmatic Geo, Everyone's pal and nobody's foe. C is for Chastney, most misunderstood, Austerity covers what's human and good. D is for Drabkin, gravest of all, Who follows great Caesar's adventures in Gaul. E is for Edward, to you Mr. Penn, Who uses the purest of diction we ken. F is for Fendy, the school's greatest riddle, Who holds up his pants with a rope 'bout his middle . G is for Goldway, the facility sphynx, No outward emotions betray what he thinks. H is for Hurlinger, sarcastic and wise, ,Tis hard-very hard-to pull wool o'er his eyes. Ps for leradi sweet natured Tom 9 3 Wren hours of chinning will you do no harm. J is for Jose, whom we all know well, Most popular hombre is Sefior Martel. K is for Klein, the actor supreme, When it comes to declaiming, Dave Klein is a scream. EL is for Lang, most strict about art, Though despotic in marking, no tyrant at heart. M is for Mendy, most brainy of gents, Every inch of his four feet is crammed full of sense. page flL'Pl1'l:' TIIE FACULTY N is for Newman, the most irate, With a two-inch pencil he marks our fate. 0 is for Bill Oli, bemousiaehed is he, Which makes him most dashing of all whom we see. P is for Pei, of great eruflition, Of calm, even temper and like disposition. Q is for Quiz, our most hated foe, Vivhich painfully shows us what we don't know. R is for Robinson, most energetic, At foretelling zeros he's very prophetic. S is for Schwartz, with great speed and power, He wrings eighty minutes from every half hour. T is for Doc T. With greatest risk, Mid Volts and amperes he loves to frisk. L' is for you, who in desperate pain, Wlrithe while your teachers look on in disdain. V is for Van Dyke, which graces the chin, Of Albert D'Andrea and James Edward Flynn. W for our three most diferent boys, That initial is Will Begg's, Will Wlhytc-fs and Will Troy's. X represents student teachers unhymnefl, How soon is all thought of them in our mind dimmed. Y is for Yetta, cold and sedate, Who calmly distributes green cards to the late. Z is for Zacharie, Jean Baptiste, Who, we all agree, is last but not least, page thirteen F5- OUR FACULTY As I stand on tl1e threshold and contemplate college, My head hanging earthward, weighed down by my knowledge, Accrued in the course of three years' cram- ming, Of subjects I love which Pm constantly praising, My thoughts turn to teachers who foolishly strove To anchor with learning the mind made to rove, And to others, as bad, who when ennui did gnaw me, 'Would, rather than humor, ineffahly bore me, And thus could I easily list all their faults, But here will I now the least most exalt. A well-meaning teacher tried lessen a bit, An over-dried lesson with sprinklings of wit, Now this teacher, though young fall his hair wasn't outj Was afflicted, poor fellow, with left-fooled gout, For exercise, therefore, he couldn't use running, But instead, poorer fellow, was addicted to punningg His special depression pun was indeed ducky, The lot of all realtors is most unlucky. The boys on iirst hearing all rolled in the aisles, The second rendition elicited smiles, When he cracked them a third time each face turned to stone, The teacher low chuckled, but chuckled alone, He told them again, I thought I would bust, Three students arose and walked out in disgust, The tenth time I heard them my soul felt a pinch, We rose in a body and teacher did lynch, Doc Falion approved and he pardoned us all, The moral, dear reader, '4Don't wise crack at all. page fourteen SENIIIR SECTIIIN About any senior class there floats an aura of hopes and dreams, eagerness and aspira- tions. All eyes are focused on the senior, he is at once the envy and the pride of the school. This term's senior class is no diiferent from any other in this respect. Its history is also almost identical with that of other senior groups. Its members, having undergone the radical change from a comparatively leisurely elementary school routine to the hectic and exhilarating life of Townsend Harris students, were naturally bewildered when they entered the school. After some time, however, dur- ing which the class, by absorbing the tradi- tion and background of Harris, achieved its equilibrium, it began a steady rise to the top. By becoming seniors, and as such, individuals set apart, they have attained their goal. The intellectual regimen of the school has served its purpose. It has sharpened the mind of the senior. He has been adequately pre- pared to make his own decisions, to forge ahead by his own worth, to carve a niche for himself. Besides this, graduation holds a certain sig- nificance for the senior, it means the en- forced termination of many friendships developed through years of constant associa- tion. It is not easy to say goodbye. But time rolls by and progress demands recognition. So it is with good wishes and a handshake that the senior bids adieu to his schoolmates. page fifteen xx S X S X x X Z4 Zzs' i r 'f T0 THE SENIOR It has been my privilege as well as pleasure to have been associated intimately with the class of January, 1934-, as class advisor for the past two and a half years, a period cover- ing all but the first term of its life in Harris. It has been a joy to watch the members of the class grow from rather green and be- wildered lower classmen to capable and re- sponsible seniors. This class has accom- plished mucll worthy of praise and emula- tion. But I have been particularly happy in the friendly and intimate associations with the individual members. So I hate to see them go. I hope they will return often to visit and keep alive the old friendship. It is my fond hope that every member of the class of January, 1934, will be true to the ideals of Harris-upright in character, un- selfish in devotion to service for others, and persistent in striving for scholastic profi- ciency. Good luck and success to every member. H. F. Standerwick, Faculty Advisor page Sinn COUNCIL HIGHLIGHTS The Prom . . . Oct. 22-Robert Van Santen reports that the Colonial Room of the Hotel McAlpin is to be contracted. Passed unanimously. Mo- tion to change date to November 30 is defeated. Oct. 31-Motion passed to engage Jimmy Monaco,s Royal Knights orchestra. Tickets to be on sale Monday, November 6. Nov. 1-it-Tickets have been printed and Prom advertisements are to be posted this week. Dec. 5--Only twenty-five Prom tickets are recorded as sold. Unless this number is doubled during the next week, the event will be canceled. Dec. 12-Forty-eight tickets sold. The Prom is assured. Senior Day . . . Oct. 23-Thomas Durrance reports that November 24 will be Senior Day. The hats will be distributed the following Monday, as they are not to be worn on that date. Oct. 31-Only those who have paid their dues may teach. Nov. 14-The final lists for classes and seniors are completedg to be posted on the bulletin board. A meeting on November 20 in room 1220 will be held to obtain class excuse slips for senior day. Nov. 28-Senior Day reported to have been most successful by Dr. Falion and in- structors. Senior Awards . . . Nov. 14-Chaikin, Christensen, Rosenberg, Maas and Youngerman chosen for the In- signia Committee. All petitions for pins must be in before Friday, November 24. Nov. 28-Committee recommendations made. Names added by council members after a dispute about the date for petition entrees. By a closed vote Chaikin, Christensen, Van Camerik, Youngerman, Maas, Rosenberg, Simon, L. Weiss, Feinberg, Friedman, chosen by council. Dec. 5-Revote on pins due to non-recogni- tion of a proxy and mistabulation. New winners chosen. Pins to be awarded at Prom. page seventeen 1 lull Ill ' 21 J' 2TE'f ?- :iv - E ff-:gt 5 Q: . . ?f,.21 2, Eg I iii ' -Z' - f-.1 .- .i Ziffli ',f1-1-T.-L,. '....: , '51, A 'Ei , SENIORS SAMUEL ACHS The hatchet man. C. K G. Art Staff: Varsity Show: l.leacon. WILBUR AFFENS Uuhal price ten. Beacon 12b: Eng. Rep.: Ent. Exam. Squad. CARL BAKAL Basketball Bakal. Basketball 121: Track: Soccer: Boxing: Info Bureau. HERMAN BALCOFF The would-be boxer. Sec'y-Treas. Art Soc.: Art Soc. 121. DAVID BEITLER I.',-Hlegro. Sec'y-Treas. German Club: Baseball: Soccer: Eng. Rep. I-11: Class Football. RICHARD BEITLER ll Penseruso. Baseball: Eng. Rep.: Stadium Bus. Bd.: Class Football. SEYMOUR BERGMAN Pie are squared. Club Activities. NORMAN BERMAN Last of the three musketeers. Stadium: C, 81 G.: Club Activities. ISRAEL BEZMAN The Bezman of the Isrlu-ls. Swimming Team: Club Activities. NORMAN BORISOFF The blight of Blake. Info Bureau: Ent. Exam. Squad: Class Athletics RICHARD BRODIE Evader of the Corporation Tax. Swimming Team: Club Activities. ALFRED W. BROWN The Il man. Class Athletics: Club Activities. RICHARD BROWNSTONE .4 llason. No less. Ent. Exam. Squad: Club Activities JACOB BRYER. Just a briar in the bramble. T. D. fill: Tracli Team: Soccer: Club Activities. LEON CANTOR Can he Trotfskyj too? Asst. Dir. Info Bureau: Rifle Team: Fencing Squad. page eighteen SENIORS SOLOMON S. CHAIKIN The rising sol. Class President: Class Vive-Pres. 131: lius. Man. C. 81 C.g G. O, Club Del.5 Chairman Banquet Com.g Sales Man. Varsity Showg Pres. Current History: Stadium. ANDREW' CHRISTENSEN .llonsieur Modest. Class Vice-Pres.g Sefy Dramatic Societyg Treas. Pan-Americang English Rep.: Info Bureau 131. JOHN J. CLISHAM Light. lanky, light-headed. T. D. 121 Club Activities. DAVID COHEN Comin' or Cohen? Club Activities. BERNARD COOPER Lazy bones. Track Team: Soccer Team: Stadium Adv. Bd.g T. D.q Club Activities. ABRAHAM DUBIN One of the arislo:-racy of mind. Info Bureau: Capt. Class Chess and Checlterg English Rep.g Gerrnan Club Play. THOMAS DRAKE DURRANCE our dur-ky Drake. Man. Ed. C. 8: C.g Assoc. Ed. C. 81 C.: Stadium 131 5 Pres. Pan-Americang Sec'y Spanish Club 5 G. O. Pub. Del. g Chairman Senior Day Com. 3 Swimming Team 121. SHELDON EDELMAN W'ho, me? Soccer Squadg Club Activities. ROBERT D. EDELSTEIN llarml, my pal. Club Activities: Asst. Dir. Info Bureaug lnfo Bureau EDWIN EFROS Pax Tecunl . Club Activities. ROBERT B. EHRENBERG Honest Bob. Aristag Pres. Spanish Club: Editor Beat-0n g Ser'y Dram. Soc-ietyg English Rep. 1215 C. K G. Senior Class Ed. EUGENE EHRLICH Come and trip il. Sec'y Varsity Showg T. D VVILLIAM EYMER Eymer n dreamer, too. Club Activities. CHESTER FEINBERG Jes! nuts. A149133 G' 0' Rep- f3?: T- D-3 Sliidiunlq Ent. Exam. Squad: English Rep. f21. MALCOLM S. FINKELSTEIN Silence is goldenhuiretl. Vice-Leader Arintag Scribe Arista g Man. Ed. Stadium g Ed. Bd Stadium f2, g Class Treas. f2J g English Rep.g Treaq. Pub Council: Efl. News. page nineteen 1, SENIORS HAROLD FLECK Artist superb. C. 81 C. Art Statlg Art Societyg Club Activities- MARTIN FOX Sly guy. Sec'y Pan-Americanq Fencing Teamg English Rep. LAWRENCE FRANKS Billy Sunday. English Rep. 131g Del. City Convention Pan-Americzmg Club Activities. BENEDICT FREEDMAN Benedictine since Dec. 6. Bea:-on g Club Activities. SAMUEL FREEDMAN flssl. terpsirhore instructor. T. D. 131g Info Bureau 12jg Program Man. Hatilsvah. WILLIAM FRIEDMAN k'eru-hy Pulg .Vellony Treasurer. C. O. Treats.: Asst. lid. C. 81 G.: Asst. Eel. Statliumg English Rep. 131g Swimming Tenmg L. A. Banquet C0m.g Tennis. BENJAMIN FUDIN Still here P Club Activities. LOUIS GALLI The galloping Gaul. Baseballg Soccerg Trat-kr, Class Footballg English Rep. 131: Ent. Exam. Squad. MORTON L. GASTON Relivenre personified. Info Hureuu f2lg Ent. Exam. Squatlg Beac'0n',g Class Baseball. MURRAY GEISLER Just a gusller. Club Activitiesg Class Baseball. MILTON GENDEL Philatelist. T. D. 1313 Pres. Stamp and Coin 121g C. 81 G. Art Stnig Club Activities. MORTINIER GETZELS .lloonlight and Getzels. English Rep.g Orchestraq Varsity Showg Club Activities. BERNARD GOLDBERG A vest-pocket edition. Club Activities. WILLIAM GOLDBERG Only a poor poet. Ent. Exam. Squadg Varsity Showg Club Activities. ROBERT GOLDBERGER Ladies' man. Varsity Sou-er f3lg Baseballg Class Athletics. page twenty SENIORS MAX GOLDSTEIN En gurde. Feneingg Tx-ack: Soccerg Info Burenug T. D. 131: Club Aoi i RALPH GREEN With envy? Cl b Activities. NATHAN GREENBERG W'ith Envy Berg? DANIEL GREENFIELD Why don't you grow up sometime? Club Activities. NICHOLAS GREEN FIELD Not a sam t. Cl Athletics. SAMUEL GREENFIELD The ancient mariner. SAMUEL GREENWALD Obscurzty, luke ignorance, :Q blur. Club Activities. CHARLES GRISAFI The big bad wolf. Club Activities. PHILMORE GROISSER Let's all sing like the birdies. Ent. Exam. Squadq Club Activities. WILLIAM GROOH The non-gregarious Crouh. Varsity Soccerg Class Athletics. ROGER GUTTERMAN Says lots, does nothzng E . Exam. Squaclg Club Activities. NORMAN HARDY Mae W'est's asymptofe. Club Act 5. JOHN HEALEY Cags and gals. Pres. Pan-Amex-icang Swimming Teamg Cfub Acti i WILLIAM HENDERSON Sir Lucius O'Trigger. S 'mming Team. JOHN HENRY Foiled. Cain- Fencing Team f2,5 G- 0. Athletic Del.9 Pin ancl Insg C0m.3 Budget Com. G. O.g Stadi m Sports Ed.g C, 81 T. D. f5j. page twenty-one SENIORS HAROLD HESSING Amateur photographer. Pub. Man. Science Clubg Library Squadg Club Activities. JOSEPH HOFFMAN Is Canada dry? Vice-Pres. Spanish Clubg Class Baseballg Ent. Exam. Squadg Club Activities. HENRY HOFHEIMER, Jr. Fountain of youth. Class Presidentg Bus. Man. Stadium: Circulation Man. C. 8x G.g Swimming Teamg Lieut. T. D.g English Rep. HERMAN ISRAELOFF Lol is the sweetest thing. Club Activities. WILLIAM KARTIN Studies, studies, everywhere. Class Vice-Pres.g T. D. i213 Club Activities. HOWARD KIEVAL The boy scout. Aristag Stadiumq Debating Teamg Pres. Law and Debatingg Editor BL-zu-on g Crimson and Gold. GERALD B. KITAY Here kitty, kitty. C. Q C. Art Editor: lnfo Bureuug lisa:-0n g Art Society .IONAS LANDAU Lend me u fin. 'Info Bureau 1215 Ent. Exam. Squndg Club Activities. EUGENE LANG Ad plus acl equals love. Advertising Man. C. 81 C.: Bus. Bd. Studiumg Club Activities. IRVING LEVENSON The budding penman. 'Crimson and Goldg Club Activities. VICTOR LEWIS Watch the birdie. Library Squad 1715 Info Bureau 'C. KZ G. 161: G. MARTIN LIEBER Ach du . . . Club Activities. SANFORD LEEDS Lipschitz leeds in bulk. T. D.g Ent. Exam. Squad. EDWARD LOHSE Companion to Cicero. Crimson and Gold Art Stalfg Art Society 131, JOSEPH LUBAN SKY Another jghting Irishman. Club Activities. 0. Service Del.g pUg8 lwellly-1100 SENIORS HENRY MAAS Little man, what now? Treas. Arista: Editor-in-Chief C. Sc C.: G. O. Rep. IZJQ Pres. Art Society: Pres. Dramatic Soc. f2J: Asst. Ed. Stadium: Lit. Ed. C. K G. HOWARD MANDELBAUM The soap-box orator. T. D. 1313 Ent. Exam. Squad l-1-1: Club Activities JAMES MANNHEIMER Little Caesar. Set-'y Span. Club: Library Squad Q4-J: Club Activities EDWARD McCARROLL The hangover. Club Activities. JOSEPH MEDAGLIA Take it easy: you'll do it faster. Varsity Swimming: T. D.: Class Council: Class Athletics. IRWIN C. MENDOZA ,lust an old Spanish custom. Library Squad: Info Bureau: Entrance Exam. Squad: Club Activities. HOWARD A. MERBLUM In quest al Q.S.T. Vice-Pres. Science Club: Class Athletics. SHELDON MEYERS But, sir- Entrance Exam. Squad: Club Activities. GERALD MILLER Lullaby, and good night. Club Activities. THEODORE MILLER Ham and super-ham. T. D. Lieut.: Entrance Exam. Squad: Vice-Pres. Stamp and Coin- IRVING MORGENSTERN The timid soul. Club Activities. WOODROW MOST A finless fish. Varsity Swimming: Club Activities. WILLIAM MULLIN, ,I r. Merman Mullin. Varsity Swimming f-1,15 Class Council: T. D. f2,g Ent. Exam. f2,. BENJAMIN NEUHAUS Tear.-her's theme song: I gotta pass Neuhaus, T. D. f5J: Info Bureau f2J: Club Activities. SOLOMON ORLOWITZ The daily worker. Varsity Soccer: Library Squad ISQ: Ent. Exam. Squad. page twenty-three SENIORS JAMES PAPACUSTA Late again? Varsity Trackg Swimmingg Club Activities SIDNEY PINSKER .414 Diable, lu langue fruncnisa. Varsity Basketballg Class Councilg Ent. Exam. Squad. MORTIMER PODELL Actor, penman, scholar--bunk. Associate Ed. C. 81 G.g Stadium 1215 Class Councilg Bcacon g Capt. Class Deb. Teztmg Dram. Soc. Plztyg Club Activities. EDWIN B. POMMER A self-styled witg the nerve ol il. Varsity Swimmirtgg C. 8: C.g Stadiumg Club Activities. HENRY PRESSMAN A tailor in the making. C. 8: G. Art Staifg Art Song Club Activities. MAXIMILIAN PRICE I Quality counts. fAss't Lit. Ed. C. 81 G.g Class Count-ilg Be:tv0n g T. D.g Club Activities. LAWRENCE REED Rosy roly-poly. Ent. Exam. Squzttlq Club Activities. ROBERT R. REYNOLDS Cherubim. Pres.-Sec'y Hi-Yg Times' Oratoricul Contest: Ent. Exam. Squad. PAUL ROBERTS Cuesar's Lieutenant. 'Club Activities CORNELIUS F. ROCHE The Yankee American. Ent. Exam. Squadg Club Activities. ARNOLD D. ROSEMAN Don't let the nume deceive you. Bur.. Bd. C. 81 C.g Class Cuurtcilg S:c'y Treats. Chess and Checker. DAVID ROSENBERG I A well of enthusiasm. Pres. Current Hist.q Ath. Man. Classg Chairman Commencement C0m.g Dram. Soc. Play. HOBART ROSENBERG Henry the VIII. Club Activities. ALAN ROSENBLO-OM In the spring. C. 8: C. Bus. Bd.g Club Activities: Tennis. HAROLD ROSINI Peewee Harris. Club Activities. page twenty-four SENIORS HERBERT RUBIN Off with thee! Ent. Exam. Sqund5 Adv. Bd. Stadium5 Club Actiwities. CLIFFORD SAGER Thus ends the saga of Sager. Arista5 Capt. Swimming Teamg Swimming Team 1515 Ath. Del. G. 0.5 Chairman Insignia Com.5 Soccer. BENNETT SALLMAN The big racqueteer. Arista5 Sec'y G. 0.5 C. SL 0.5 Varsity Son-cerg Captain Tennis 1415 Varsity Debating 1215 Beacon 5 Class Count-ilg Senior- Day Com. HERBERT SALZMAN Salzman of T. H.5 Bernard of Michigan. Class Athletics. HARTLEY SAMUELS Funny as a crutch. Adv. Staff C. 8: C.5 Library Squadg Ent. Exam. Squad. SOLOMON SCHARF Jim. Londos, Jr. Soccer 1615 Track 1615 Tumbling Team5 Man. Wrestling. LOUIS SCHREIBER He can do an entrance exam. blindfolded. Ent. Exam. Squad 1615 T. D. 1515 Eng. Rep, MAURICE SCHWARZ No relation to Mun.-hmont. Class Athletics: Club Activities. ALEC SHEARD The exemplification of politeness. Arista5 Library Squad 1515 Info Bureau 1315 Beacon 5 Club Activities5 T. D. BURTON SHEPARD The sesquipedalian. Aristag C. 8 G.5 Stadiumg Ed. K'Beacon 5 Vice-Pres. Journalism Club. PHILIP SIEGEL Law and order. T. D. 1615 Club Activities5 Track 141. HARRY M. SIMON, Jr. The campaigner. Arista Leaderg Vice-Pres. G. 0.5 Editor Stadium: Class Pres. 1215 other service. HERBERT SOBER No! after repeal. Info Bureau 1535 Club Activities. WALTER SOLOMON Saxophone Walt. Orchestra 1415 T. D. 1215 Club Activities EUGENE SPITZ 'Tis a cruel life. Aristag C. 81 C. Art Staifg C. 81 G. Ed. Bd.5 Stadiumg Ten- nis5 Class Council5 Beacon 1215 Art. Soc. 1315 Club Activities. page twenty-five SENIORS FREDERICK SPITZ Expect to rate high? Ent. Exam. Squadg T. D4 Club Activities. MORTON S. STARK Humor's cupid. Varsity Swimming 1619 C. 81 G. Humor Ed.5 Stadiumg Class Council. LEONARD STEGMAN You gotta be a football hero- Captain Varsity Baseballg Class Athletlcsg C. 81 G. Business Boardg Class Council 131: Varsity Basketball. MORTIMER STILLER Stiller than still. Club Activities. MELVIN TANCHELEWITZ What a mouthful! Club Activities. NORMAN TAN Z The dreamer. Club Activities. CHARLES R. TERR That terrible T. D. T. D. 1514 Captain T. D. f21g Pres. German C Squad. DONALD THOMSON Who said ,fish can't dive? lub: Ent. Exam, Varsity Swimming Teamg Eng. Rep. ARTHUR TITEFSKY Our blonde soprano. Club Activities HOWARD VAN CAMERICK Ed Wynn and Durante, Inc. Secretary Class 4415 Class Debating f21g Prom Committeeg Banquet Committees Varsity Show. ROBERT VAN SANTEN My friends, I stand upon my record . . . President G. O.g Class Pres. 121g Photography Ed. C. 8: 6.4 Pres. Arts 8: Lettersg Chairman Prom Committee. HAROLD E. WARSHAW Actually does his physics homework. Class Debating Teamg Club Activities. IRVING WECHSLER The poet. Beacon g Club Activities. LEO WEINER Related to M.G.M.'s Leo? Slfidillmi T, D- 131: Lieut T. D.g Soccerg Track: Class Coun- cilg Club Activities. LOUIS WEISS Kid ambition. Man. Varsity Basketballq Track Team 1313 Ent. Exam. Squad: Class Council 131: Class Athletics. page twenty-six SENIORS TOBLAS WEISS Toby, or not to be? C. K G. Art Stafg Art Soc. 1315 Library Squad, Club Activities. BERNARD WEISSMAN All work, no play. Club Activities. HERBERT WHITE The perfect gentleman. T. D. Q-D, lnfo Bureaug Soccerg Club Activities RICHARD WIT KIN Goodbye again. Secretary Arista, G. O. Rep. 141, Sec. G. O.: Stadium QZIQ Editorial Chief C. 8K G.3 Ent. Exam. Squad, Boatride Com. EDWIN YOUNGERMAN Do pay dues due Eddie. Q Chief T. D.g Director Info Bureau, Adv. Man. .tadiumg Class Treas. 131, Ed. Beacon 1319 Pin and Hat Com. CARL ZEEB Last of the Mohicans. Class Council Q2jg Varsity Basketball f2J. GRAND HOTEL fSenior Prophecyj Hello? . . . yes . . . this is Grand Hotel . . . Mr. Van Santen's suite? . . . sorry, P11 have to connect you with the manager . . . Mr. Van Santen is in conference and is not to be disturbed. The manager will take any mes- sages. What? . . . just say Miss Claire De Vandevoort is calling? . . . very well, Miss Van De Vandevoort, your message will be delivered . . . Click! Hey, Sadie! Guess who just called Mr. Van Santen . . . yeah, he's a philanthropist, sportsman, business magnate . . . thatis what they say about him in the newspapers . . . they call him The Ladies' Mann . . . yeah, that was the movie actress, Claire De Van- devoort, calling him up. Oh-ho, here's a call. Grand Hotel . . . good afternoon . . . did you say you wanted to speak to Mr. Fried- man? Well, he left for his office in the First National Bank Building about fifteen minutes ago. Is there any message? . . . I don't know where he eats his lunch, and I don't know when, either . . . Say, what do you think this is, an information bureau? Uh, you repre- sent The News . . . What's your name? Mr. Witkin? All right, I'll tell Mr. Sallman, his page twenty-seven GRAND HOTEL secretary. No, he's playing tennis, Pll tell him later. Gee, Sadie . . . we sure have a popular place here, bankers, millionaires, and every- thing. Even the best columnist on The News is calling up for an interview . . . You know, that fellow Dick Witkin, who writes Private Lives of Broadway Bright Lightsf' Hello? room 418 wishes to speak to the room service clerk? . . . Just one moment, please. Can you imagine that? You know Sadie, that high pressure salesman, the efficiency expert, in 4118? Well, he's always sending down for cocktails at night, and for towels and ice cubes in the morning. His name is Chaikin and he rooms with that man, Mr. Youngerman. They're exact opposites. Young- erman is the strong, silent type. Good afternoon, Mr. Simon. Pm sorry, there's no mail for you this afternoon. I gave everything to Mr. Finkelstein. Say, Sadie, that was the man l was telling you about. You know, the editor of that newspaper they just put out. He and that fellow, Finkelstein, did it, and they're both wasting away, waitingyfor offers regarding their new type of editorial system. They'll probably make loads of money on it. Well, well, well . . . tl1ere's Mr. Maas. Made a million and a half, then threw it away on his last play . . . was that a flop! . . . They say his ambition is to write a successful Broadway hit, direct it, take the leading role, and plan the settings. It'll probably be a monologue . . . See, Sadie, tl1at's Mr. Van Camerik speaking to him now. Boy, is he a howl! Probably looking for a job in Mr. Maas' new show. Grand Hotel . . . good afternoon . . . who did you say you wanted to speak to? Mr. T. Drake Durrance is not in right now. He said he was going to see his publishers about his forthcoming issue. Did you ask me what issue? Say, donst you know who the editor of Fortune is? Well, he,s the fellow . . . I don't know the name of the publishers. Oh, wait a second, it's written down on one of Mr. Durranceis cards. Oh, yes . . . Christen- sen, Inc .... No . . . I don't know the address . . . Why don't you look it up in the tele- page twenty-eight GRAND HOTEL phone book? Why don't I come up some- time? . . . Say, are you trying to be funny? . . . What's your name? Illl tell Mr. Durrance you called . . . Morton Stark? All right . . . I'll tell him . . . Well of all the fresh guys . . . Grand Hotel . . . good afternoon . . .yes, Mr. Kitay, Mr. Podell is waiting for you in the lobby. Shall I have him paged for you? You'll give me a message? All right, Pm ready to take the message . . . Yes, I think I have it all . . . I'll read it to you to see if itis correct . . . Quote: I should like to see you in the near future., concerning the editorial in The Times, that mentioned my name in an uncomplimentary manner. I shall be at the Embassy Club this afternoon as I am writ- ing an expose of all the evil publications. Unquote . . . Your message will be taken care of immediately. Say Sadie . . . did you ring those authors in 720? That room Mr. Ehrenberg paid the rent for. A couple of fellows by the name of Kieval and Shepard . . . they,re both authors or something . . . That's a funny arrangement . . . one man paying the room rent and two others living there . . . I guess the writing game isnit what it used to be . . . On the other hand, you certainly can make money on Wall Street. That's where Mr. Ehrenberg made his pile . . . Yes, Mr. Sager, Mr. Henry left the keys to your suite with me. I hear the American team won the swimming meets . . . Congratu- lations . . . No . . . Mr. Stegman hasnit come in yet. Can you imagine that, Sadie-three Olym- pic champions in the same hotel. Mr. Sager is on the swimming team, Mr. Henry with the fencers, and Mr. Stegman on the baseball team. Grand Hotel . . . good afternoon . . . ice water in room 111? Just a moment while I connect you with room service . . . Number, please . . . just one moment, please . . . Grand Hotel . . . good afte . . . page twenty-nine ' 1 xfff ,I 'N t WW! f-it ff?-r . .Ay V ' X ll-I A ' ll I 'O' Q L f-'NN . 1. , .R , SCX 'Qx '1s'43'f,,Z . tx 5. 4- A 4- -1 : 5 if 1 . ' f vs' E ai-T . f ' , 1. if p P l AG. XX l ,gf , . , pl.. - ' 1.1! f.' NX it A -M F v I,-li 5 2 t ,Y ,.,. 1 A 1 ,A fs-fax - ' , . i 1 -.,., if ,-'..': WlI09S Z00 Most Capable ,... . Small ,....... Tall ........ Stall .............,.. .......G6Chick Chaikin ..........Bernie Goldberg Hank', Hofheimer .............Dick Within Did Most For Class .......... Eddie Youngerman Chief ..............,.... ..... Brief ......,....,.A.. Beef ,..........,........,,.... . . .....Bob Van Santen .............Dick Beitler ......,.Sanford Leeds Most Likely To Succeed ..,....,...... Henry Maas Player .......,.............................. Payer ............,.................... Prayer .................. Clif Sager .Bill Friedman ........Before Exams Did Most For School ........,... Bob Van Santen Stude .....................,..........i....... Abe Dubin Dude .................................... Harry Simon Stewed ..............,.... .Howard Van Camerik Most Conscientious ..........,..... Mal Finkelstein Internal .............. Infernal ........ Nocturnal ......., Most Modest ...... Thin ....... Win ..... Din ......, ....,.,.. ....,..,Bob Ehrenberg ........,...........Faculty ......Lenny Stegman ......Andy Christensen ..,.,.Homework Excuse .,.,.......,.............Never .........,Class Council Least Appreciated .....,.., .......... M orty Podell Editor ...........,.... . Coed- lt -Or .,.., Creditor ..........., Finest Personality ..,..... Tummy .....,.......... Crummmy ...... ...... .....,..Burton Shepard Pommer ..........,Ierry Kitay ...,.....Max Price Bergman ......,.Lunch Room Dummy t,.i..,........,... ......... I ohn Henry Outstanding Journalist ...... Tommy Durrance Quaint .....,........,..,.......... Cornelius Roche Saint ...t...............,...... Barney Weissmann Paint ........ ,.................. H al Fleck Most Handsome ..... Sunny ........... Punny ........ Sonny ......... Most Ambitious ..... ......,,lohnny Lindquist Brown ,.........Morty Stark ......Murray Fink ..,..,.,,Ben Sallman page thirty LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the flock of January, 1934, having been fleeced full well, do behoof ourselves to proceed in the procedure of the preceding herds. In pursuance whereof we do thrust a most beneficent and philanthropic hand deep into our cash-less cache, and do bequeath: To Dr. Standerwick-the overbearing bur- den of our much used conscience to be used as a threat to Lower Cs, To Dr. Landman-a Republican police-dog who won,t put his paw downvg To Mr. Heft-an electric fan to blow the imaginary chalk-dust from his desk and chair, To Mr. Fitzpatrick-a glass of water to elim- inate dryness, To Miss James-an automatic phonograph which will say, whenever the silence is bro- ken, Now, boys, there's to be absolutely no talking in the library . . . To Dr. Goss--the Fable of the Hare and the Tortoise. Need we remind him that the Hair lost . . . To Dr. Cobb-an easy-flowing fountain pen, for he appreciates and rewards a good tale well told, To the Freshman of Tomorrow-one ton of yeast which may help him rise to the heights to which we once aspiredg To the T. D.'s-microscopes which, in the event that the yeast should fail, will facili- tate their seeing the lilliputians, whose traffic they direct, To the School in General-the information that the seeming dust found on the floor is nothing but unused grey-matter, be ad- vised . . . also that Dr. Chastney is neither so hard nor so soft as exteriors might in- dicate . . . also, that riding the rough road of learning in a pony-drawn crib is both precarious and fruitless. In witness whereof, we do hereunder trans- Iix our name with the poisoned arrow of erudition. To wit, to what, to wait. Us, the P. G. of Tomorrow. page thirty-one SENIOR MEMORIES It was all a mistake. We took the entrance exams to get a holiday from school. Impres- sions on exam day . . . Max Smith's stubborn lock of hair over his left eye . . . Mr. Conti's first reverberating bellow . . . the feeble jokes about the elevator's effect on the digestive system . . . Remembrances of Lower C . . . The election of Hofheimer because he was the tallest . . . the first T. D. knocked out by a belligerent member of the class . . . how we all set the alarm for 6:00 A.M. and retired at 9:00 or 10:00 P.M .... the reception given us . . . mayhem for a hot dog and murder for a drink . . . our own re- ception to the L. C's . . . debate . . . should Heinz' label be 57 or 57M ? . . . Dayton Den- nett the optimist . . . telling us that usually many Lower C's were ejected . . . when three- quarters of the class tried to crash politics in L. B . . . remember H. P. Isenberg? . . . and Mr. Ieradi,s gentle ministrations . . . Harry Simon's pleading for a function . . . and none resulting . . . the lost battalion . . . Junior High School students . . . discoveries . . . Mr. Blake's remarkable collar . . . Jake Landman wrote the alphabet . . . Cput it after his namej . . . the champion reciter of mile long rules, Mr. Whyte . . . and without paus- ing for breath . . . evolution . . . Mr. 0lt's developing a moustache . . . strange inter- ludes . . . the football game . . . Mr. Fitz's patented English curriculum . . . functions . . . the banquet . . . glowing cigarettes . . . then home and to bed . . . the boat-ride . . . Dave Heft, the canny pitcher . . . Max Smith singling . . . Mr. Trilling dropping a fly ball . . . remember . . . the all-conquering football team . . . the first week of the term . . . rush for clubs . . . Amy Richter's green cards . . . unsuccessful cuts . . . mad geniuses . . . the Physics Department . . . mysteries . . . why did William Roy Begg lose his trusty razor. . . . why did girls in Industrial building march around and around the room . . . occasion . . . window-cleaning . . . battle-cry . . . What, no soap? . . . a noteworthy fact . . . the loyalty of the class to Mae West . . . fond remembrances . . . the week-ends . . . build- ing standing tall and straight in the sunlight . . . a scholastic haven . . . sanctuary amidst noise and turmoil of busy city . . . wistful memory . . . the goodbyes . . . it's all over . . . farewell . . . page thircygwo LITERARY SECTIGN The literary section of this Crimson and Gold needs no extensive editorial. One need only read the table below to appreciate the fact that never in any previous issue of the magazine has such a rich and extremely varied collection of literary gems been pub- lished. Sonnet Wiilliam Goldberg ...... ..4.. 3 -1- Corrida de Toros Harry M. Simon, Jr. .... ..... 3 5 The Brook Eugene Lang ....4.A.. ..... 4 2 The Romantic Plea Maximilian Price .,.... ..... 4 2 Ramblings Victor Friedman ..... ..... 4 3 Success Henry Maas .A.........,. ...... 4 8 Mr. Townsend Harris Maximilian Price ........ ...... 4 9 As Canines Go Irving Levenson ,.... ...... 5 1 Euriah Snell Richard Cohen ..,.,. ,..... 5 6 The Philosopher Harold Fleck .......,.,. ...... 5 8 The People vs. Masters Mortimer Podell ,....... ...... 6 1 Stone Roger Goodman ..,..., ...... 6 5 Misinterpretation Thomas D. Durrance ......,. ...... 7 0 Hunter's Song Eugene Lang ,.,.. , .,.... 73 The Poet William Goldberg ....,. ....,. 7 4 page thirty-three N xl XXX fx 'f ,um u ff-fffT'2.z,,5-1,1 , Xg ffi ff MJ it to t -lm , s 1 ' 1- if n -'LA , llf U 1 p i SONNET An old piano being used as an ornament in a wealthy personis mansion Alone, midst people, thou stand'st, silent and mute, Thy sweet harmonious voice no more is heard. Like a wild, melodious woodland bird, Sullen in captivity, or a lute, Whose timid quav'ring notes once charmed the ears Of old Egyptian princes and Memphian kings, And now reposes, 'mongst other lifeless things, In a dull museum, thou passeth through the years. Alas! 'tis one of God's ironic laws That Man and Matter shall be torn away To serve a viler and more banal cause Than their true bent desires. Happy the day When Man may follow the dictates of his heart, And live with Music, Poetry and Art. William Goldberg. page thirty-foul CORRIDA DE TOROS By Harry M. Simon, Ir. Ceuta is on the Mediterranean seacoast, in that part of Morocco which is Spain's. It is very old--and very Spanish. Did he not al- ready know the fact, the visitor would not realize that he was in Morocco, from a mere survey of tl1e town. Moors are very seldom seen, the Spanish type is strongly dominant. From the Governor down to the humblest beggar, the people of Ceuta love bullfights. These are their major diversion, in fact, ex- cept for fiestas, which generally accompany them, it is almost their only one. They have a large Plaza de Toros, or arena for the fight- ing of the bulls, on the outskirts of their town-not so fine, perhaps, as those in Sevilla or Madrid, but most assuredly, well kept. Every fortnight during the dry season fwhich is the only time when the lights are held, the Plaza is veritably swarming with excited, gesticulating followers of the sport, eagerly anticipating the entertainment to come, reminiscently discussing performances of the past. The favorite matador, generally a young Ceutan, receives a large share of the comment, Gfhe will go to Madrid, yes, he will rival the great Behnonte himself!',-predic- tions for his future are indeed bright. Next to its love of bullfzights, Ceuta is noted for its appreciation of feminine charms, an unusually large number of beauties dwell within its own walls. These, perhaps more so than the men, delight in the Corridas de Toros, the bulliights, these it is for whose adulation so many young men have deter- mined to be, have become, and have died, matadors. It was long ago that the great toreador Salvator, who was gored to death so recently by that tremendous bull, Fernando III, while passing through Ceuta on his way to Spain, following a vacation in Marrakech, was in- duced by the Governor to give an exhibition of his great art in a benefit performance for the families of three young toreadors who had been killed a short time before. It was a grand and gala event in the life of Ceuta, long will it be remembered by the inhabitants of the town. All of the young bloods had in- vited their lady loves to the Corrida long be- fore the great day arrived, great was the preparation of the arena oflicials, of the page thirty-five young toreadors, looking joyfully forward to the fame that was to be theirs for merely having participated in the same fight with the great man, and of the beautiful senoritas. Belle of the belles of Ceuta at that time was Solita Esteban: the fickle Solita, the darkly beautiful Solita, of the lithe, slender body,of the flashing black eyes, of the blood red lips, of the raven hair. And chief among the admirers of Solita was Jaime Mendoza: Jaime the proud, ,laime the selfish, aristo- cratic, haughty, accustomed to getting what he wanted, jealous to the death of the object of his passion. Not less than the others of Ceuta did Solita delight in the Corridas de Torosg not less did she worship, did she adore, the toreadors. It was only natural, therefore, that on the great day, at the climax of the fiesta that had begun a week before, Jaime and Solita were among the first to arrive at the Plaza de Toros, nod- ding gaily to friends, smiling condescend- ingly to the poorer ones who tipped their hats in admiration of so line a couple. Like to the most gorgeous picture ever fashioned by the exquisite genius of Goya, Solita was costumed in the traditional fashion of the sport. The beautiful shawl of the Corrida, bright red, with darker crimson and black flowers worked delicately into it, was thrown jauntily about her shoulders-a red rose piquantly caressing the jet blackness of her hair, as it bobbed behind her ear. Gallantly dressed also was Jaime. Though not in uni- form, nevertheless he was by no means eclipsed by the gorgeously costumed officers who wandered about the area in front of the arena. Under his arm he carried a light sword-cane, indeed, he presented a fine pic- ture of the aristocratic young provincial Spaniard on holiday. A gloriously colorful and gay picture was this, police, in black patent-leather cocked hats and tan uniforms faced in yellow and red, patrolled the ground, rifles slung on shoulders, their officers, even more ornately attired, gold and black swords at their sides, were chatting animatedly with acquaintances. Everybody seemed to know everybody else, all was jollity. The shawls of the senoritas- indeed, even the senoras wore them-black, red, and gold predominating, completed a riotous scheme of color nowhere to be found but at a Spanish fiesta. Indeed, Jaime, exclaimed Solita, though we have witnessed many fights, this will be page thirty-six one to remember! What a man this Sal- vator is! I have never seen one to compare with him. How glad I am that I am able to see so wonderful a person. There is no one here in Ceuta who can compare with him. Jaime turned, looked at her. MA bull- fighter? Bah? Give me but his cloak., his costume, his sword, and lo-clothed a bull- Hghter, I am a bullfighter, can do as well, better than he, in the ring. Solita gave him a sidelong glance from beneath uplifted eyebrows. '4Really, Jaime ? The brazen call of a trumpet issued from within the arena, suddenly all was hurry and bustle outside. The throng hastened gaily through the entrance, escorts, thrusting pesetas into the hand of the renter, snatched the pairs of pillows he offered. In an amaz- ingly short time, the seats were filledg a brief moment of getting settled, and then,-eager expectancy. The band struck up the stirring march, cheers and cries from the spectators: 6'Sal- vator! Bravo Salvatorlw With a flourish, the entrance of the bullfighters was heralded- there they were! Marching evenly, the same measured dis- tance between each of them, the toreadors, the famous matador foremost among them, entered the arena first. A gallant sight they made, in their picturesque, gold braided cos- tumes, cloak over one arm, the other swing- ing free. Brave cloaks, these, and fine, orange on one side, carmine on the other- but destined to be dirtied and dragged and torn within but a few minutes. Following immediately after, rode the picadorsg riding easily, but on the sorriest nags seen in many a day, nags unfit for any use but to be gored by the bulls, and there- fore now ridden, later to be blindfolded, into the ring. With lances in stirrup cups they rodeg long lances, wood lances, with the heavy iron point and the cruel shield which forbids that point more than three inches of way into the bullis shoulder. For it is for- bidden that the picador kill the bull. That is the right of the matador, and jealously it is reserved for him. And last came the other horses-good horses, these, and handsomely plumed and belled. For these horses take revenge for their kind on the bull, it is they who drag him, dead, from the ring. page thirty-seven Q, So marched the toreadors to the Gover- nor's box, there bowed, received his saluta- tion-and then, off to prepare for the work of the afternoon. The picadors wheeled their jades, left the ring. The toreadors ar- ranged themselves in a semi-circle about the sides of the arena. The trumpeter, in his stand at the very top of the tiers of seats, stood at attention, the mouthpiece of his in- strument to his lips. A waved arm from an attendant gave the signal. The note sounded clear and loud, only to be drowned out by a furious bellow, as the great bull dashed into the ring. Wild and panting mad he came, from the dark cave that had been his home for the past three days. Dripping saliva coated his tongue dead white, for he had been starved, too. V Around and around the great circle he galloped, his hoarse, thunderous voice pour- ing out the tale of all the woes that were his --for that is the secret of the Corrida! Run the bull! Tire the bull! Cleverly exhaust the bull! And then dispatch him-neatly, skill- fully. The enraged creature was slowing down now, the sign for the toreadors to start their work. The younger, more inexperienced boys did this, for the beast had to be fatigued to allow the great man to execute his mas- terly passes. And so they stepped out, at- tracting, enticing the enormous animal with the waving of the cape, leading him here, sending him there, striving at every moment to gain that favor of the crowd which might some day make of them another Salvatorf' Nonchalantly the great man watched them. A sudden nod of approval escaped him, as one of the younger and more reckless of the toreadors executed a particularly dangerous and well-done manoeuver. His turn was to come soon, and he would delight these people, so starved of what was really line work, with an exhibition of what great and aristocratic crowds in Madrid thronged to see at every Corrida in which he took part. And now, the picadors. Exciting, this, for those sadistic ones who delight in seeing the entrails torn from a horse. The procedure was the same as usual. The apic, his calves protected by iron shields, allowing the bull to attack him on his blindfolded horse pressed the lance into the shoulder of the animal, held on and pushed as long as he 9 page thirty-eight could, and then, as soon as the horse was thrown over and the bull began goring at its abdomen, made sure that he was on the side of his steed away from the savagely tearing beast. Two horses were used on this bull, the spectators laughing and clapping hands in glee. But this is, some say, the least part of the Corrida. It does, however, tire the bull. Banderillas! A youthful toreador grasped a pair of the long, tape-wound sticks with the barb-hooked ends, and ran out to the middle of the whitewashed ring in the center of the arena. Poised gracefully on his toes, waving the barbs, he attracted the attention of the Toro. The infuriated creature rushed to meet -only a new and more excrutiating kind of pain! A cleverly placed pair! The bullfighter ran straight toward his object, swerving just as the sharp horns seemed about to enter his body, and lunged forward on tiptoe, from the side, then ran back. The bull leaped, squirmed, bellowed, trying to bite at the two keen, flapping things which would not come out of his shoulders. Indeed a cleverly placed pair, and cries to that effect came from the now thoroughly excited crowd: Un buen par! '6Bravo! Ah, Martinez! Twice repeated, these banderillas, until the enraged beast was rushing madly, wildly, about the circle. Suddenly the trumpet sounded! Time for the matador! Ah, breathed Solita, unow, something? Jaime started, looked at her. He had been as interested in the fight as she, but now- he wondered. The fickle Solita! The fickle Solita? . Out walked Salvator, out, out, till he faced the wife of the Governor. HSenora! Bow- ing low, he tossed his hat to her. What a grand tradition, this handsome gesture! She smiled. Slowly he walked to the center of the ring, firmly in his right hand he gripped his great scarlet cape, quite different from the lighter, smaller cloak of the toreadorg he held his sword in the same hand, at an angle from the stick which held firm the top of the heavy cloth. Stamping his foot impatiently, he attracted the bull-who had been watching the torea- dors, once again forming in the semi-circle about the rim of the arena-to himself. Wildly, head down, tail stiflly out-thrust be- hind, the bull charged the cape, gracefully page thirty-nine 7 ?g.-S-Q , f 9? 'A-253' , ,R 0 U A - ?fu.' ,, . fide.-f. -z'i'f fini l XX lei 5 gifftflsi' ' ' i , ' A , .. A 'Y ,, u . 'P Inf ' ' J a I , 7 1 1 ji ' I f x X149 .rings- .V - , . ,A -7 -.-Xe A?X ii.SNiiYn '5 ff! yr 5 NH, 9 ..,'fT':-Q ,f-5'-' 'A' Salvator stepped aside, twisted the cloak, brought the creature back again. An exquisite chest-high pass! Raptly, Solita gazed at the matador. Ah, she murmured, uthat is indeed a man!,' 'gPah!', spat Jaime. 4'That is ordinary. And what is a bullfighter? One who must exhibit what anyone else can do, because he is unable to accomplish the other things in which the rest of us succeed! Annoyed, Solita glanced at him. Then, softly, bitingly, '6You are jealous, Jaime? Attention was turned once more to the bulllight. The famous man was executing a series of brilliant manoeuvers, which drew the breathless admiration of the crowd: Ah, bravo! Oyez! Look at that! Again Solita murmured something, but just what, Jaime could only guess. He was sullen nowg his every remark disparaged the work of Salvator. Finally, 'cWhy must you admire that so? I could do as well-better- with ease! Exasperated, Solita mocked him. The fickle Solita! A dare, Jaime, a dare! Go there, do as well. Do as well, my friend! The boy looked at her. She laughed scorn- fully. Trepiclation--and pride--mingled in his unsure, weak smile, H. . . l . . . He threw down his hat, snatched the red shawl from her shoulders. Holding it on the outstretched cane, he ran down to the barrier, vaulted it, ran toward the bull, tripped on the trailing shawl-fell to his knees. Jaime saw the bull coming. He must haveg for at the last moment, he waved the red cloth over to one side, frantically. Jaime was proud--but he was not a bullfighter. He felt the shock, felt the searing, terrible pain as the horn pierced through to his stom- ach. All went numb, then, and a white haze slowly gathered before his eyes. Peculiar, that, he thought. He had always heard that one found things turning black, when one couldn't see. But here it was, white. Yes, so white-burning white, awful white, glaring white-growing hotter, larger as a ball of flame-and in the terrible percussion of his realization of a new sun, Jaime lost con- sciousness. They finally attracted the bull, tired of goring this still, quiet victim, to another side, Page forty to continue with the sportg and Jaime was quickly lifted to a stretcher and carried to the hospital, behind the arena. Coming out of the room in which they had put the boy, the doctor collided with a girl. A tearful girl it was, a girl no longer looking gay, without her scarlet shawl, a rose droop- ping behind her ear. Doctor-the-Jaime 2 Young fool,,' commented the man, un- pleasantly. No use of my wasting time here on him. Some good horses over there I have to sew up for the next bull. Thereis a man with him. Jaime, suddenly becoming conscious of voices, thought he recognized one of them. He tried to see, but the haze, that misty white haze, was still there. He turned feebly, at- tempted to speak, but the pain was agonizing, and he subsided. But the movement had been noticed. Jaime! from Solita. How peculiar her voice sounded! It was easy . . . I could have done it . . . your shawl . . . too long. . . The first words hard to understand, the last almost entirely undecipherable. Jaime stirred. Ceuta is still a very Spanish town. And its people still like bullfights. But the nags of the picadors are padded now, so that the bulls cannot gore them so badly. Solita has grown fatter. She, too, has retained her love for the Toros. She no longer has any ardent admirers, so she must take her greatest pleas- ure in telling the young ones how ua man once fought a bull for herf' But they do not know who it was. Solita never says that Jaime was killed. VV V page forty-one THE BROOK fA translation from Karolina Rudolphij O, brook of silver hue and clear, You hasten by, forever here, Whilst I on bank do deeply ponder, From where you come, to where you wander? I come from dark and rocky bowers, My course goes over moss and flowers, And o'er my surface hovers gently, The deep blue sky's reflection friendly. Wherefore am I of joyful spirit? It drives me on, I just flow with its, Who called me from yon dark inside- He, I think, will be my Guide. Eugene M. Lang. I THE ROMANTIC PLEA By Maximilian Price The pen was made for the delight of man, Ere discontent the world o'erran, And only to soothe and refresh the mind, For such a purpose-and only that kind. To degrade the base it was not created, Nor worldly evils has it motivatedg But garnished human thoughts with art, Of meditation has gmade beauty part. Give me not the cynic's gloomy view of life, A world of nought but passion and of strife, For where the fire burns bright with blazing light There Roinance and I shall spend the night, With Chaucer and Spenser, and the greatest Bard, With aristocratic Milton, the Muses' guard, Whose grave is marked with Memory's mound, Reading his verses of magnificent sound. Burning Shelley, shedding an angry tear, To mourn Adonais' brief career, All--all still live before my eyes- The charm of Romance has made me wise. Give me no childish rhymes that deride, What is to some fool his only pride, No, give me a song, splendid yet fine, P1189 forty-two RAMBLINGS By Victor Friedman I . I have come to a long planned decision. I have just left the office with my last pay envelope. The chief was not surprised, as I could tell by his parting remark: 64Roam around to your heart's content, then come back to your fires, Rotary luncheons, and iight passes. If there's a position open, Iill give it to you. Good-bye and good luck. So here I am, eager to begin my second Wanderjahr. A thousand separate melodies, a thousand separate rhythms-the paper is going to press. The clackety-clack, clackety-clack of the presses, the hiss of the hot lead being poured into the forms, the thumping of quarter-ton rolls of paper being rolled along the floor are all molded into a discordant, mighty roar. The cause of this upheaval is ten stories farther up, directed by the editor-in-chief. The telegraph room-a long line of green shaded operators, each with his instrument clicking before him. Hong Kong, Paris, The Hague, San Francisco-all are pouring their modern gossip into his trained ears. The city room-long lines of desks. Typewriters, im- pelled by men busily recording their day's assignments, chatter incessantly. Farther down the monotonous thump of the linotype machines drowns out the preoccupied whis- tling of the type setters. The paper is going to press . . . The train is pounding into the station. One slight shove from the mob around me and Pd be crushed beneath those shining wheels. We are packed inside the train like the pro- verbial sardines. The roar is deafening, and the shuddering jars causes the animated sar- dines to sway in unwilling unison. Hot breaths cause the short hairs on my neck to stand up in revulsion. A girl crushed between two huskies is reading 64When Knighthood Was In Flower. page forty-three ml' X' ' ENE ' VIVYTIIB fffllflfll i l' Qi. st II The evening is intolerably hot. From my window seat in the hotel opposite the Union Station, I am gazing down upon that great, square building, lit up and apparently vibrant with the mechanical and human energy being expended in it. The towering stone walls, marble columnades, and stone flights of steps give it an appearance of dignity which is soon belied by the soot on the walls and on the high arched windows. An endless procession of taxi cabs scurry up, discharge their loads, and scurry away. 4'Red Caps hurry up, show rows of shining teeth, take your valises, and disappear. The immense, Neon-lighted clock over the entrance beams benevolently on the passers-by, hurrying them up or slow- ing them down, according to his whims. To my right I can see a corner of the rail- road yard. The unloading platform appears in it, with a row of freight cars being emptied. The stevedores' naked backs glisten as they pass to and fro under the powerful lamps. I took down my old brown bag and dusted it oil' . . . III The steward showed me to my seat at a table for six in the dining room. A man in a black dinner jacket sat opposite me. His unmistakable appearance caused me to chuckle reminiscently, for it was over fifteen years since I had seen his type on a trans- Atlantic liner. He was a professional gam- bler. Perfect example of the 'Gpoker face. His eyes expressed nothing, while his pale complexion gave evidence of sleepless nights in smoke-filled rooms. His hands were long, well-kept, and slim, the hands of a man of talent in a profession where the old adage, The hand is quicker than the eye, must be proven again and again. His clothes were well-cut, but worn, and of a style outmoded by several years. He looked at me for a moment and, evi- dently dissatisfied by what he saw, turned and gazed at a man seated at a nearby table. This fellow was the direct opposite of my aloof companion. He ate with enjoyment and noisy evidence of it. He had a pink, frank face that could conceal nothing, and inno- cent blue eyes that took in all the sights of a first trip abroad. page f0l'ly-four The next move depended on my gambling friend, and I knew what it would be. After the dinner I followed them out to the prom- enade deck, where I soon saw them engaged in an animated conversation. They then passed me, bound, I knew, for the gambler's stateroom. The purser hap- pened to stop near me and I asked him if he knew the man in the dinner jacket. That fellow? he replied. He's Steven Allyn, the chess champion of the United States. He's making a world tour and playing the champions of each country. IV England in October . . . I sat down at the summit a moment to catch my breath and take in the autumnal scene about me. Brown leaves, shaken from slumbering trees, scurried around me, danced in joyous whirlpools, and ended their short existence piled up against lichen-covered fences. A dead branch cracked under the terrific strain with the noise of a pistol shot and bounced into the road, missing an auto- mobile by a very narrow margin. The car, an old Austin, was approaching in an ex- tremely undignified manner. Its rear end was foremost, and the motor, proud of its rear guard position, was roaring defiance at the invisible blasts that pushed it along. When the car was opposite me, it stopped, and a young man leaped lightly over the side. With remarkable strength he swung the car into its normal position. He re-entered the rattletrap and, panting from his exertions, gazed about him. Noticing me, my fellow knight of the road winked solemnly and re- leased the brake. The car slid silently down the hill under some mysterious motive power. A scarecrow flapped its limp arms and hurled dumb imprecations at the crows wheeling above. White, billowy clouds raced across the blue sky like clipper ships bound for home in a pleasant wind. A young boy in overalls chased his ragged straw hat across a fallow field, Hnally falling upon it in triumph. I got up and walked towards the rising sun. I v '6La Giocondaf' whom I hadn't seen for page forty-five Q5 X 'J P7 'HI X 9 NN! ,!lnl 4'1 fl ' ' 'YN X gg ' - xx -. 1 z . L. fx ' Wy ' ir 1 ,, f ' , - N 'I' N -ii' f-fu 'wir--11' 1 3 ,ll , , , r , .X ' ' ff. 'fn f V w X'-ff' 1, bm- L i , f I In lily! i lit r l ff 'V I . A -' - ' 1 V ' ', lk' , it 1.24 . 1 X 1 QT I l Nil' ' . I, 'J A n rl, , X Xl, ' 'f A' f I ' I 4 wif f ' 1 , many years, was still smiling sardonically down upon the gaping throngs . . . Paul greeted me enthusiastically and re- galed me with anecdotes and prophesies of his soon expected triumph as a playwright, but with no substance. We supped at Le Couchon Rouge, where the same crowd still settled the world's problems amidst an un- worldly clamor and read, played, or ex- hibited their masterpieces amidst much sin- cere criticism. Wfhile sipping our beers, I asked the question that was uppermost in my mind. G4Whatever happened to Marie?', She married M. Henoch, a prominent producer. 'tNot Ignatius! I cried, forgetting Marie at the sudden shock. Yes, Ignatius, morosely replied Paul. He decided that he'd make a better producer than writer, and so he did. We sat in silence for a while. And she said she'd wait, we both re- marked simultaneously. Paul sprang up with a shout, his face turn- ing a dangerous red. '6Traitor! At this moment one of his few and far- between sparks of brilliancy burst into flame, and he collapsed into his chair. Why didn't I think of it before ? he mut- tered. 6'We can use Marie to persuade Ig- natius to produce my play. 6'Why we ? I asked, with a feeling of trepi- dation, for I remembered Paul's schemes of old. But there was no avoiding it. That night we called on Marie at her sumptuous apart- ment. She was not a slim dancer any more, but she still had her exuberant spirits, as I found out to my sorrow late that night. All I can remember is that the party gained members and black cats as it went along. I have a confused recollection of throwing sour candy balls at some swans and holding a gendarme down while Marie gave him a close haircut with a pair of pliers. I woke up in a second class compartment of the Rome express with a splitting headache and a horse-shoe tied to the lapel of my coat. 66 VI A feeling of dread and mystery fell upon me long before I came in sight of the cata- combs, long before I reached the thorned, dried shrubs about it. The gnarled oaks page forty-six along the way beseeched me to turn back. An early owl screeched a shrill warning, but I was determined to prove that the story of my Italian guide was a superstitious rumor. I selected a spot about ten yards from the entrance, wl1icl1 was in a hillside, and sat down to wait. The entrance was nothing but a square, black hole, that frustrated my at- tempts to peer into its depths. A white pil- lar, broken off about three feet from its base in front of the entrance, gave it the appear- ance of a huge, gaping jaw. The sun had set entirely by this time, and an ominous stillness made the night ring in my ears. At last, what I was waiting for ap- peared. An eerie light fiickered for a mo- ment and disappeared. A low wailing issued forth from the very bowels of the place. The light reappeared a moment later and bathed the grounds around me in a fierce glow. The low wailing grew into a solemn chant. I waited not for the result of this phenom- enon, but got up and dashed ignominously away along the protecting road by which I had come. VII I hastened up to the crowd of natives and policemen standing around something lying prostrate in the sand. It was the body of an old beach comber whom I had seen several times during my short stay in Hawaii. Half- buried in the sand was a leather-bound note- book, which I pocketed hastily and, as the crowd melted away, proceeded to read. 4'0n the beach again. I am sitting in the scant shade of a palm tree and gazing at the familiar scene about me. '4The long, low waves rush up at me with a sullen roar. Each one scolds me in the same tone my schoolmaster used to use, but all say the same thing. 'G 'On the beach again . . .' '6The extinct volcano in the distance, tow- ering above the clouds in all its ugliness and majesty, frowns down upon me. A few Kanaka divers race for home in their out- rigged canoes. Their gleeful voices reach me on the late afternoon breezes, and I am jeal- ous of their simple existence. A rusty, red hulled steamer sails swiftly by. It is going home. I can picture everything aboard it, from the loose speaking tube in the engine page forty-seven , w wf ' n'Q -p ' y 2 ly Tfl f room to the bridge, knocked awry by a fall- ing crane during a monsoon that cost me my master's ticket. The sandy shore extends for miles on either side of me. It is not clean and white like Faringford Beach, just below the Manor, in the autumn, but tawny and scarred, lit- tered with iiasks and broken bottles that glitter in the rays of the setting sun, rotting driftwood, cast upon the shore like . . . I tossed the book as far out to sea as I could, and prayed that he might forgive me for reading as far as I did. VIII I am back at my desk again, hearing fa- miliar sounds and passing through familiar situations, but the great burden of unrest has been removed from my heart. A thousand separate melodies, a thousand separate rhythms--the paper is going to press . . . 66 G .SUCCESS Now Apollo's chariot ends Its course across the sky, Now the Workman homeward wends With many a weary sigh. Dull and drear is the dragging day For them whose efforts lead to nought, For them who toil and them who may Achieve not what they sought. 'Tis not creations by our souls That make the hours flee, For oft attained, those conquered goals Refuse to set us free. Ambition kindles in our breast A craving for success, And though we've far surpassed the best, Passed, too, is happiness. So 'tis not greatness of the deed That makes a day well born, But the achievement of that need For which we aimed at morn. Then, when Dian in silver dress, Smiles down on Mother Earth, If 'twas a day of true success, It was a day of worth, And thus a day of happiness, An eve of joy and mirth. Henry Maas. Page forty-eight MR. TOWNSEND HARRIS By Nlaximilian Price Summer was dying, and the last, sere leaves of now-barren trees rustled as the wind disturbed them. Vernal fertility had given way to golden abundance, which was now succeeded by the advent of premature win- ter. The farmers hurried to complete the last details of their harvesting before the deadly frost might approach. Amidst all this hurry and confusion, Townsend Harris was born in 1804 at Sandy Hill, New York. Little notice was paid to the occasion since Towns- end Harris was the youngest of a large family which struggled hard to sustain itself. Mrs. Harris, however, petted and pam- pered Townsend whenever her numerous ac- tivities permitted her absence. When Jona- than Harris said that he was linancially unable to send Townsend to school, his wife gladly assumed the position of teacher and gave her son his first knowledge of the con- ventional studies. She also imparted to him the tendency to read good literature, a thing which he later did mechanically, rather than intentionally. At the age of thirteen, Townsend braved the manifold perils of the great City of New York, where he was employed in a dry goods store. He worked industriously until he joined in partnership with his father and brother in the croekery and earthenware busi- ness. He advanced creditably in his profes- sion, proving the value of the honesty which he practiced. Perhaps because of his own youthful de- sire for instruction and the partial frustra- tion of his hopes in that direction, Harris became interested in popular education. As a Democrat he was elected to the Board of Education and later was chosen president of that body. He proposed a Free Academy, and fought the opposition of Columbia and the University of the City of New York, both private institutions, requiring payment for their tuition. Many of his friends tried to dissuade him, but Harris, convinced that he was right Cas no doubt he wasl, refused to hear them. He fought single-handed, but in the end he triumphantly carried through the legislation which founded the present College of the City of New York. Harris is acclaimed as almost the creatori' of that organization, page forty-nine . 3'-4?-Evil-mlsp1I ,L fl Q H . f... L - uw Jef, I, J rlvvx, I' W4 fi 1 w- vi x ' ' ,' ' -2.31: fi Q x,., f'ffE' cf 1 5 A3522-Y was ' - .fs ffi. 1.- T ri A r, x il-.ff U A . un., un Xt Xp X - xg Quads TENIH -' J E1 ig 'MEA Eli'-' 5-L,-:L 32 2 '-4 ,152 Q. iff 4 1' and it is true that his incorruptibility, his just convictions, and his perseverance were of primary importance to the successful out- come of the issue. After the death of his mother, who had had great influence upon her son, Harris fol- lowed what his ancestors would probably have termed 'Gthe road of dissipation. Be- cause of the demands of his public duties and the extravagance of his conviviality, Har- ris neglected business, thereby causing the partnership with his brother to be dissolved. Having only temporarily deserted his Puri- tan views, Harris soon promised reform and purchased an interest in a trading vessel bound for California, around Cape Horn. At the destination he assumed full ownership and spent the next five years in trading and exploring voyages, which finally resulted in financial disaster. During these voyages Har- ris acquired a vast knowledge of Oriental culture. When Commodore Perry, passing through China, en route to Japan, stopped at Shang- hai, Harris sought a position with the expedi- tion, but his services were refused. In 1853 he applied for the consulship at either Hong Kong or Canton, but received the minor port of Ningpo. Harris was rather ambitious, so, having been disappointed in his request, he sought the aid of William L. Marcy and Wil- liam H. Seward. His injured feelings aroused much sympathy at Democratic head- quarters, and Harris was appointed Consul General to Japan. On his way to that coun- try he concluded a favorable treaty with Siam, but the greatest task was to obtain a personal interview with the Shogun. Stranded near Yokohama, after eighteen months of parley- ing, he succeeded in meeting Premier Di, whom he convinced of the necessity of the treaty by citing examples of violence em- ployed by the European powers in China. Harris remained Minister General at Yido until Lincoln was elected president in 1861. He then became an ardent War Democrat. Harris never married during the seventy-four years of his life. As a diplomat, Harris followed the usual policies of his contemporaries, except that he was exceedingly honest, resisting as long as possible the avaricious demands of mercy. No doubt he shone in his international ser- vice, but his greatest achievement was prob- ably the foundation of the Free Academy, a beacon for later enterprises of similar nature -a creation which will live as long as the untold riches of education are appreciated. page fifty AS CANINES G0 By Lady Agatha the Third In Collaboration with Irving Levenson My goodness, when I hear these so-called human beings discussing us canines as though we were inferior beings, it makes me mad. What have they over us, anyhow, that makes them think they're the high--whatever it is- and walk around with their chests stuck out so far that the buttons on their vests are liable to pop off ? fBy the way, we animals term ourselves canines, not dogs. A dog in our language is a tramp in yours. And after all, Lady Agatha the Third, Champion, and blue ribbon winner five times, cannot very well be termed a tramp, eh?D And another thingg in what way are these humans better than we? Have they got nice, sleek, warm hair like ours? Most certainly they haven't. When winter comes they have to bundle up with only their noses showing, and still they shiver. I've often wondered how they manage to move about, loaded down as they are like persons with Christmas pres- ents. And did you ever see those women, with their hair covering their ears completely, or wound fancily around their necks, like tails? You would think they were afraid of having their dirty ears seen. Humph! And last, but not least, they talk about their petty love affairs as though they were the only living creatures that made love. Say, did you ever see two doves cooing, or snakes necking? fThey're all neck it seems to me., Indeed, we anilnals can truthfully ask-what have you humans that we haven't? And that is where my story comes in. It's about three characters--four, to be exact. Myself QI'm a collie, with long, brown and white beautiful hair, a perfectly shaped head fthe judges say all thisl, and a very friendly disposition, except when my ire's aroused., Next comes Sir Colvin the ninth, Champion, and the snubbiest canine you ever saw or smelt. Third, is my mistress' baby. I like the little tot, although she does annoy me frightfully at times by pulling my hair and twitching my ears. But she is sweet-in fact, all we canines of Mitsville, N. J. love her. Fourth, is something or otherg heis a page fifty-one dog, there,s no doubt about that. But what kind is beyond me. Anyhow, his name is Beebo. He's tremendous in size, always dirty Che belongs to no onej, and professes to adore me. Such humiliation! Well, that about completes the list of characters, so on with my tale. fNo pun intended., One day, after returning by car from a dog show in which Sir Colvin and I carried away the honors, I was permitted to go to the village for a little jaunt before being turned in for the night. As I was pacing slowly along the sidewalk fand being ac- corded my due respectl, I noticed Sir Colvin carrying on a flirtation with a sheephound of some low breed. At sight of me, however, he left l1er and raced over to my side. '6Har-ya, Aggie,'9 he grinned. Howie the old gal? We sure carried away the show today. '4Yes, and due to no credit of yours, I replied tesjjly. Your mistress certainly beauty-parlored you up sleek. Why, you smell like a room full of perfume? '6Well, you're not exactly a pansy your- self, he grinned in return. But never mind that. How about a little smacker, huh ?', Humph,', I barked, my nose so high in the air that it grew cold. '4I'd sooner kiss-9' I looked around for an object of my feelings, and beheld Beebo pacing lumborously down the street. Whenever I see that dog he's al- ways going nowhere-slowly. I don't believe he could get up enough energy to shake a fly off his tail. I-Ie's big, and clumsy, a cross between a shepherd and a great dane. His tail reminds one of a mountain road, winding up and down and landing goodness knows where. I-Iis thick matty fur is always covered with burrs, while the idiotic, senseless grin that spreads over his countenance continu- ously, seems to fit him perfectly. He's a sort of fixture in town. He lives on scraps that people throw him, sleeps half the time and the other half he is busy looking for food. No- body knows where he came from, and every- body wishes he would return soon. He's amiable, and good-natured, but not the sort of animal to add prestige to our little town. Still hot from Sir Colvin's retort, I added, snapping, Pd sooner , kiss-yes-Beebo, there. No sooner l1ad I uttered these words than I regretted them. Sir Colvin was a great punster and practical joker. If I didn't live page fifty-two up to my words, I would have a dreadful time in town. You dggnit say,', he growled meaningly, his eyes aglitter. Well, he turned around and motioned toward that disreputable sheep- hound who had edged up. f'There's a wit- ness. I DARE you to live up to your words. I turned cold with fright and shame. Me, Lady Agatha the Third, to kiss such a-oh, words fail me. It was frightful. The very thought sickened me. But yet I couldn't re- fuse. The disgrace of kissing him would be much better than the thought of what the other canines would say. You see, I have a sort of reputation in town of never having refused to take a dare. Pm something like that human fellow, Steve Brodie, I think his name was. By this time Beebo was close to us, his large tongue hanging out, his eyes half-closed oblivious to all that was happening. 4'Well, ' grunted Sir Colvin, Pm waiting. He flicked his tail in satisfaction. He had me in a pickle and knew.it. Coming to a decision I stepped over to Beebo, grimaced, and licked his face rapidly, once. Wwhy, you should have seen the ex- pression on that creature's countenance. His eyes popped open wide, his body seemed to shrivel, and from his throat issued the queer- est sound I have ever heard, something like the baa of a sheep. Glancing at Sir Colvin, I saw him wriggling with joy, his mouth open in complete ecstasy. Giving a short bark of contempt, I walked rapidly away. I, Lady Agatha, to be humiliated in such a manner! Well, the next day everyone knew of this event. Sir Colvin saw to that. And how he gloated. Wherever I went I was met with glances that would never before have been cast my way. It soon grew totally unbearable. And to augment this tragic state of affairs, that mutt-that-dog, Beebo, as though not realizing why I had shown such affection for him, followed me around wherever I went, like a bodyguard. Never would he let me out of his sight. Occasionally he tried to get into our house, but my mistress saw to his staying out, thank goodness. My mistress and master, quite naturally, could not under- stand what was going on. All they saw was this simply horrible, ugly, despicable hound, following me wherever I went. And to say the least, they were displeased. But the worst one, by far, was that--dog, Sir Colvin. When- page ffty-three , S. 13' sv: Bi ximfgui x , L ' h-:Q S' , VNU A ,vgxx 2 X' ij it EQNQKZ' f 1 P- S. . W ' 1 i f' , W X A I ' e ever he saw me, with my shadow close behind, he would set up the most awful gyrations, barking and yelling, and acting like a six month's old puppy. This state of affairs went on for about a week, and let me tell you it was awful. No matter where I went, there was this mutt fol- lowing me, never letting me out of his sight. And you should have heard the remarks those dogs uttered, as they saw us. Hi ya, Aggie, how's your shadow? Doing anything to- night ? It was simply unbearable. Once, exasperated beyond measure, I turned to- wards Beebo and cried: WiH you PLEASE let me alone, and follow somebody else? Chase your shadow, do anything but get out of my sight. He only grinned, displaying yellow, ugly, teeth. I gave up in despair. Exactly eight days after the beginning of this-what shall I call it, martyrdom ?-I was walking with my mistress who was wheeling the carriage with the baby inside. Behind me, as usual, paced Beebo. Once or twice my mistress attempted to Shoo him away, but after retreating for a few paces he loped back, that idiotic grin spread over his entire face. In disgust, my mistress decided to tol- erate him, and I, of course, completely igs nored the dog. After about an hour's enjoy- able walking fit was a beautiful morningj, we entered the edge of the woods which skirted our county, and presently found our- selves at the top of a rather high hill which led at a steep grade to the icy waters of the lake, far below. It was a beautiful sight, the tall trees waving gently too and fro around us, the waters rippling softly below, the low hum of insects as they went merrily about their tasks, the sweet singing of the birds in the branches, I was thrilled to my very mar- row. fMy goodness, I never realized I was that poetic., My mistress set the carriage fits lock for the wheel being brokenl against a rock, and seating herself on a stone slab, started to read a book she had brought along. I was about to go off in search of butterflies, when I heard a terrific howling, as of a dozen dogs barking at once. Beebo, who had remained near the carriage, the had a keen affection for the childl perked his scraggedly ears at the sound. A moment later we saw Sir Colvin, his tail waving like a Hag on a windy day, come rac- ing full speed straight for us. Behind him page fifty-four ran a troop of the most disreputable dogs I have ever seen. I could see with little eifort that Sir Colvin was out to insult me further. I don't think Sir Colvin realized how close he was to us, as he came running, like the windg otherwise he might have acted with more caution. There is a little knoll just before the top of the hill, and at the crest, stood the carriage, with the goo-ing baby in- side, playing with a rattle. As Sir Colvin came charging up at full speed, he suddenly saw the carriage and tried his best to stop. His efforts were so earnest that for a moment I thought I was witnessing the emergency stop of a speeding locomotive. His four wheel brakes, however, failed to aid him, and head first, he went crashing into the carriage. The carriage quivered for an in- stant, wobbled, then, slowly at first, increasing in speed as it went, started rolling down the steep incline of the hill, straight for the lake! My mistress sprang to her feet, horrified, unable to think or act. Sir Colvin staggered on his legs, dazed from the shock. I was too far away to do anything. At that moment I saw something streak down the hill and head for the swiftly moving carriage. It was Beebo. His head lowered, his tail dragging the ground, his ears flattened, he fairly flew, trying to overhaul that four-wheeled hola- caust. In all my life, I have never seen a canine run as fast as that animal did. I would never have believed that Beebo could have gotten up so much energy. The carriage was going fast, but slowly the flying animal was drawing closer. Now it was more than fifty feet from the edge of the lake, but Beebo was abreast of it, and drawing a little ahead. Now he was in front of it! We could see Beebo strain himself an instant, then sprang sidewise, in front of the carriage, and stand stock still. How he did it is entirely beyond me. All I know is that it must have required plenty of strength. Crash! With a dull thud the carriage smashed into the big hulk and knocked him over. Again it hit him, but with much abated force. Then, stopped by his now motionless body, it stopped. From where we watched, we could hear the baby crying softly. Two weeks later I was strolling down Main Street, alongside Beebo. His entire body, practically, was swathed in bandages, and he walked with difliculty, but that same, happy, idiotic grin, diffused his features. Around his Page fifty-five neck was a license tag, proclaiming him to be the property of my master and mistress. As we walked, I nodded briefly to my acquain- tances, aware of the honor he bestowed on me by accompanying me. You can be certain that I was envied. Beebo was indeed the hero of the town! As we walked, I saw Sir Colvin, his head bandaged, and his tail between his legs, sulking. Ever since that momentous day he had been a complete outcast, dis- graced. As I passed him, I held my head high, at the same time glancing admiringly at Beebo. As I said before, I always knew there was something else to Beebo besides his good looks. I EURIAH SN ELL Richard Cohen Prologue I desire to tell Of Euriah Snell. Please do not flee, But bear with me, And I'll unfold, In a manner bold, The tale oft told Of old Eury. I When a boy, He was a curse, As a youth, He was still worse. II When he left college, He lacked no knowledge, But he was shy On how to apply The fundamentals And incidentals They tried to grind Into his mind- But as you can guess, Without success. page fifty-six III Since he thought he knew all the tricks, He entered local politics, Because he was a prodigious dub, He was let into the Tammany Club. IV Soon beyond his wildest dreams Euriah was judge in the Borough of Queens, Because to court he never came late, He was made a Surrogate. V Because he wanted to be more famous, He branded himself an ignoramus, KUnwittingly, though, I must confess, By writing a verdict of 9,000 words, Ninety hundred, no more, no less. VI Because he was the worst of all, He was installed in City Hall. There he reigned for over a year, Without applause, Without a cheer. VII They mocked his eyes, his jaw, his face, They hounded poor Eury all over the place, But in November the folks grew tired, And so another Mayor hired. And this, I am sorry to tell, Spelled iinis for Eury Snell. Epilogue Oh, where is Eury, where is he? Let me confirm your hopes, your fears, He still does nothing constantly, Just as he's done for sixty years. That was the story of Eury Snell, I hope you have attended well, So all join in and toll his knell, Hale, Eury! Farewell, Snell! page fifty-seren THE PHILOSOPHER A Play in One Act By Harold Fleck Dramatis Personae Dr. F randpoodle, a professor of Ethicsg a timid, scholarly man, he is small of stature, and he blinks his eyes incessantly behind dark-rimmed glasses. Mrs. F randpoodle, wife of the professorg a stout woman of very excitable nature, her attitude is always of great respect for her husband. Detectivejolomon, an amateur detective, friend of the F randpoodles. Mr. Crabstone, friend of Solomon and the Frandpoodles. Approdite, colored maid of the Frand- poodlesg her outstanding characteristic is the presence of two buck teeth in her upper jaw. Scene: Parlor of the Frandpoodles. This is a huge room on the ground floor of their home. To the right is a French door leading to the side streetr, through it pours the light from a street lamp. At the center, to the rear, is a highly decorative fireplace. Above it, on the wall, is a huge picture. At the center, to the foreground, is a large table, fancifully carved. There is an electric table lamp on it, and a few chairs of an antique nature placed about it. To the left is a stair- case leading to the bedrooms. The walls are crowded with pictures of all sizes. Scene I Prof.: You see, my dear, I have won again, and now I shall retire to my study. KHe gets up from the chair.J Mrs. F.: It's very early, and why must you work so hard? I really believe that you won't be appreciated for such labor. Prof. fremoving his glasses and blinking violentlyl: The recompense for intellectual work is not perceived, but rather . . . con- ceived . . . ahem . . . ahem . . . that is, my dear, the joy is brought forth through the medium of the means and not through the end achieved. That inner joy that only the rational being can experience, is all mine. That is the only joy we should desire . . . nothing else, for all other pleasures are vain . . . futile . . . sensuous . . . Continence is the only road to freedom . . . ah, yes! Good night, my dear. page fifty-eight Mrs. F. Qfalteringl: That's true . . . oh, of course. Good night. QThe professor walks very slowly to the left and climbs the stairs as though in deep thought. Mrs. Frand- poodle remains seated. She pushes the chess- men about absent-mindedly. Looking up, her gaze rests on the French door. She gives a slight start, draws back a bit, and appears somewhat frightened. She gets up from the chair and calls Approdite. The maid en- ters from the left.J Appr.: Did you call, mam? Mrs. F .: Yes, Approdite, I want you to run over to Detective Solomon's home to tell him to come here immediately. Appr.: Yes, mam. QShe goes out to the left.J QMrs. Frandpoodle sits down, draws the table lamp closer to her and continues to play with the chessmen. Occasionally she looks about the room nervously and mutters incoherently to herself. After a few minutes Approdite enters., Appr.: They're here, mam. Mrs. F.: Please show them in, Approdite. fApprodite goes out to the left, and Detec- tive Solomon and Mr. Crabstone enter.J Det. S. and Mr. C.: Good evening, Mrs. Frandpoodle. Mrs. F .: Clgnoring the salutation and get- ting up hastilyl: Pm really so disturbed, De- tective Solomon . . . oh, my . . . Last night, and in fact, for the last few nights, Approdite and I have been hearing strange noises come from that door over there Qpointing to the French doorl, and Approdite believes that someone enters every night. We're so fright- ened that we don't even look, but hide our- selves in our bedrooms . . . oh, my! Det. S. QOn his face is a sagacious look. Before speaking he gives a piece of gum in his mouth a vicious bite.J At what time does it usually occur? Mrs. F .: Almost always at three o'clock in the morning. Det. S. and Mr. C.: Ah! Det. S.: And does your husband know of it? Mrs. F. Oh, nog the professor does not know, for he remains in his study until late, and then he goes to bedg besides, I wouldn't tell him, for it would disturb his peace of mind. fMr. Crabstone, on hearing the word uprofessorf' begins humming a melancholy tune, which sounds a great deal like a dirge.l Det. S.: In that case, I believe we'd all bet- ter wait until three oiclock and then catch the culprit red-handed. page fifty-n ine Mr. C.: By all means! Mrs. F.: flocking from one to the otherl: Do you really think so? Det. S. and Mr. C.: Oh, yes, indeed! Mrs. F .: Then be seated gentlemen, and let us wait. fThey all sit downJ Curtain Scene II Same room as Scene I. Mr. Crabstone and Mrs. Frandpoodle are slumped in their chairs with their eyes closed. Occasionally, Mr. Crabstone lets out a sonorous snore. Detec- tive Solomon has his eyes barely open. He seems to be enchanted by the sight of the French door. Presently, he opens his eyes wider, looks at his watch, and calls out: Wake up, it's almost three. Mr. Crabstone and Mrs. Frandpoodle give a start and open their eyes. Mr. C.: Wattzamatter? Det. S.: It's almost three. KA pause., Mr. C.: Better turn off the lamp, otherwise the light will be seen. fHe yawns.j Mrs. F. fnervouslyj: Is that necessary? Det. S. and Mr. C.: Why, of course! Det. S.: And let us hide in various parts of the room. You, Crabstone, by the fireplace: Mrs. Frandpoodle, behind the table: I'll go by the staircase. QHe gets up, turns off the lifrht, and moves off toward the staircase. The room is in darkness except for the light shining through the French door. Only the respiratory sounds of the three people can be heard-all else is quiet. Suddenly a shadow appears behind the French door, and a key is heard rattling in the lock. The door opens and a man enters. Outlined against the light, his high hat and well-groomed pants are clearly visible. At first sight he appears to have a gem in his hand, but one soon per- ceives that it's a whiskey bottle. In his other hand he has a pair of shoes, accounting for the absence of them on his feet. Mrs. Frand- poodle breaks the deathly stillness with an awful cry. The man drops the shoes and the bottle and throws up his hands. At the same moment Mr. Crabstone and Detective Solo- mon jump on him. After a short struggle they pin him to the ground. Mrs. Fraud- poodle approaches the three figures on the floor cautiously. Detective Solomon draws out a pocket-lamp from his pocket, and shines it into the intruder's face. Det. S.: Mrs. Frandpoodle, do you know this man? Mrs. F.: Oh, my heavens, yes . . . it's my husband! Curtain page sixty THE PEOPLE vs. MASTERS By illortimer Podell It was a murder case. Peter Masters, a Negro, was accused of first degree murder. The People charged that he had put a knife in John M'Cutcheon,s back. In 1936 the newspapers gave tl1e trial much publicity, for it resembled the recent Scottsboro case in that a Negro was involved. On January 2, 1936, the selection of a jury was completed. When the trial com- menced in earnest on the 3rd, the twelve jury seats were occupied by the following men: William Thompson, Hyman Krinsky, Ali Gatore, John Norton, Pasquale Romano, Jack Jensen, Mrs. Ada Simmons, Max Schlagel, Charles Hammond, Marty Brown, Leo Michailoif, Mallory Maltbie. The twelve jurors sat down as one man. They had an expectant, rather tense air. Movie murder trials had been seen by sev- eral and they were waiting for the usual melo- dramatic climaxes and smashing speeches. The D. A., Mr. Armour, a man easily identi- fied by his remarkable height and gawkiness, began his preliminary address in a low- pitched voice. '4Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the case . . . ' The courtroom throng tit- tesedg there was just one lady in the jury- very funny. Imperviously the attorney's voice droned on, sketching incidents, citing facts. The first witness was called to the stand, silence in the room, the examination was under way. Thompson, the grocer, was a rather small man with a big lantern jaw that rendered his appearance paradoxical. He thought, '6May- be the trial will be over soon. I hope so. It's too bad I didn't get out of jury duty. Cathy's sick. I should be at home . . . I wonder how she is . . . Suddenly Armour's voice broke in-'4Wil1 you tell the jury what happened then? Speak clearly. And the witness eag- erly answered, uHe said he would tell that nigger a thing or two! Marty Brown winced. The remark was like a slap in the face. It was seldom while working on the lift in the Mahnin Building that he heard that branding epithet uniggerf, Now he would probably get it during the whole trial. His thick lips parted. Well, he should worry. Sure he was black. But he had his job, he wasn't down South. Unsympathetically, Brown glanced at Masters. A no-account coon, he thought. page sixty-one 2 ff: S'5 at 'Z 4 .fm wang' ' ,925 fl!! re 47 .Y si 7 A! Xen 'F A il.. f Ulf 5' Brown's skin was two shades lighter than his accused compatriot's, and his nose was straighter. The clothier, Krinsky, was a thick, heavy set man, with a nondescript moustache and friendly, inquiring eyes. He was following the proceedings with evident interest. He worked his ugly, intelligent face convulsively and ruminated, Business is slow. A little rest will do me good. It makes nice pocket money-the pay I get. He saw Master's stupid, frightened face and remarked half aloud, '4Ah, the poor colored man Next wit- ness! cried the court clerk, Krinsky shifted his bulk, he resumed his interest in the trial. A girl, pretty, in a cheap, 6'imitation way, hair carefully shingled, shoes with ridiculous spike heels, ascended the stand, she deftly ar- ranged her skirt so that the sheer, transparent hose might not be too concealing. A good eye- ful for those simps on the jury, she thought. It would help to keep the home fires burning -and burn that lousy chocolate bar. She crossed her legs . . . the electrician, Schlagel, sat next to Krinsky. Schlagel was narrow to the core. His old-fashioned spectacles, his thin, bloodless lips, his sharp-nosed face, all these showed what the man was. When Hyman Krinsky muttered aloud, Schlagel shot a look loaded with venom and hate at him. Working at electrical repairs, day in and day out, Schlagel had time to think. He had drawn up an iron-bound indictment against all men whom he did not like, that is, men with noses like Krinsky's and skin like Master's. Chinks and .laps filled out his cate- gory of the damned. His sentiments were astonishingly sincere. He thought, 6'Dirty--l He smells like a sweat-shopla' To Schlagel the testimony was irrelevant. What need had prejudice of evidence? Masters, in Schlagel's mind, was already a dead man. '6That plump little steno has nice lipsf' whispered Charley Hammond, the demon salesman, to himself- and legs. Lookit those lips, willya? Like little red trap-doors opening and closing. His watery blue eyes were animated. He pulled at his weak chin. He considered dating her. But the darned trial cramped his style. Still, he was enjoying himself, it was like a free movie, he just sat, and he was being paid for it, too. But that 'rl . . . gl Mrs. Ada Simmons, fat and 60, a depart- ment store supervisor, curved her lips and looked at the petite witness contemptuously. She heaved her ample bosom scornfully. 6'Nasty little snip. Met too many like her. page sixty-two Type that attracts men. I know. Like that boob over there, she thought, while gazing at Hammond. Mrs. Simmons' glasses gleamed unequivocally, as far as she was concerned the witness' testimony was false. A point in the defendanfs favor . . . 66It's a shame that Thompson had to be here, and with a sick wife at home, thought Jensen, the enlightened day-laborer. He looked sympathetically at his friend WiHiam. Too bad? ulntelligent jurymen here. Good citizens . . . said the defense lawyer. Jensen thought that maybe the Negro wasn't so bad after all. Sure a lesson would do Thompson good, anyhow. Cathy had been Jensen's girl before Thompson got her. It still hurt. He settled down in his seat and picked at the callouses on his thumb. Michailoff, professor of sociology, of medium size, but distinguished looking, a man of obvious intellect, and Mallory Malt- bie, embryo actor, composed a study in con- trasts. The professor appeared entirely and deliberately oblivious of his associates, they were just so much dirt. He followed the pro- ceedings with sleepy, half-closed eyes. Now and then his peculiar blond eyelashes flut- tered nervously like butterflies in distress. But Michailoifis brain, an intellectual ma- chine, worked almost involuntarily. '4And suppose the Negro did kill a white man. The fellow probably deserved it anyhow. The worm must turn sometime. He pulled down the corners of his lips. Ah, what fools they all are. Wasting time. Especially the judge. Michailoff knew the price paid for the judge- ship . . . His countenance, slightly animated during his soliloquy, resumed its former languorous, somnolent expression. But Mallory Maltbie wouldn't be caught napping. Not he! His distinguishing char- acteristics were a pale, ragged, defeated-look- ing moustache, and a pair of immense silver rimmed glasses, which he nervously put on and took off . Somehow, though, Maltbie was attractive, he looked so earnest, pathetically earnest, so eager to learn, so gentle, that he possessed a kind of charm, there was nothing irritating in his disposition. He was a would- be actor. That's whv he sported the terrific name, Mallory Maltbie. He used his position on the jury to good purpose-so he thought. He was gathering dramatic material, watch- ing the faces and movements of the two lawyers, studying the reactions of his asso- ciates, memorizing the ponderouslv iudicial tone of the judge. He thought, '4Maybe I can portray some of these actions in my next role. page sixty-three WZ S ' i x E I 4-sf X f Z e 1 ' . K N tl r I lx lx ez QW 'T ' E g' s ,4 f , ' ie-XE ' e. -Y 5 C5 I must get that peculiar inflection . . . Mal- lory played the part of a court-room attend- ant who appeared on the stage for one and one-half minutes. At least l1e was enjoying himself. But the evidence was not digested. Pasquale Romano agreed with Charles Hammond. He licked his lips. The girl was pretty. But Pasquale was sober, not frivolous, conscientous, not devil-may-care. That's how he had learned his English. Perseverance . . . night school. He had no time for playing around. Besides, there was the wife. Romano understood the proceedings. His mind was still open . . . A prominent figure in the jury box was Ali Gatore, spiritualist, fakir, seer. He felt that the dazzling combination of his jet-black, pointed beard and his gleaming, deep-set eyes was most effective. He wrinkled up his fore- head. That was to showyhis evident interest in the testimony. It was only part of it that he got, for he was busy looking exceptionally intelligent. However, Ali sympathized with Masters. After all, a man named McCutcheon . . . He had once been socked by a fellow of that name because he had told McCutcheon's wife she would meet a tall, dark man. The wife spilled the beans. And McCutcheon was blonde. Ali Gatore bore a grudge against the whole Mc- tribe. A vote for the de- fendant . . . Perhaps the least blatant and most impres- sive of the jurymen was John Norton, broker extraordinary. He was the type-steel-gray hair, conservative, expensive suit. . . Norton was fully cognizant of the progress of the trial. He had heard the pleas and evidence with undiminished and judicial attention. True, he was slightly prejudiced because Mas- ters was a Negro, on the other hand, Joe, his chauffeur, was colored, and Mr. Norton found him an honest, dependable employee. He wondered if the Harvard coach would put his son, John, Jr., into the 6'big game. It was a little annoying that he was detained here in New York and would miss it . . . And the jury, twelve representatives of the People, was complete. On the next day, January 4, 1936, Judge Raymond called a mistrial. It was discov- ered that a juror ,one Charles Hammond, had telephoned witness Mae Flamm the previous night. His reasons were unknown, but his actions were illegal. jurors were to be aloof . . . A week later, on January 11, a new jury of intelligent citizens was paneled and the trial began anew . . . page sixty-four STONE By Roger B. Goodman The cemetery at Breau was noted for the antiquity of some of its tombstones, and the fine examples of Puritan carving which were to be found on most of them. The thing that attracted my attention when I first went there, was not any particular stone or monu- ment, but the man in charge of the grounds. One could not say for certain that he was old. His springy walk and merry, twinkling eyes belied that. Yet there was something in his voice, a harshness, or maybe a strained, cracked quality, which made him seem old. He rarely .was in the shed erected for his use. He walked through the aisles of tombs, gazing intently at each one. He muttered continuously to himself as he walked, and sometimes he stopped and shook his head as if in despair. He seemed to be looking for something. He never spoke to visitors except when he shouted Grit oifa thar,', to some fool who posed for a picture while sitting on some monument. Pat, that was the name of the old keeper, detested being asked over and over again, How old is that, or, Whose grave is this?,' He ran away from people who approached him to speak with him. He enshrouded himself in an air of mystery. I first spoke with him on a quiet August evening when the pines surrounding the burial ground nodded sleepily to and fro. The sun, setting rapidly in the distance, cov- ered the area with a golden glow which was becoming mellower every minute. All seemed to rest. As I entered the iron gate at the side, I saw him standing beside a memorial. He was absorbed in contemplating it. I ap- proached him quietly. I could hear the mur- mur of his voice as he ceaselessly chatted to himself. The tomb contained The Mortal Remains of Jonathan White and His Loving Wife Emily. The top stone had two excellently preserved carvings of a man and a woman in Puritan garb. They represented the two sleeping beneath. Every word of the inscrip- tion could be clearly read. '6What sort of stone is that?,' I queried. He wheeled. His eyes travelled from my boots to my face. He stared at me. 46Hmph, he grunted, and turned away again. page sixty-five I heard ye, laddie, he snapped. I bein't deaf-yitf, Then he pointed to the tomb. g'Thet,s the stone I wants. No! Not thet very one, as he saw my features change, one like it. I want somethin, as'll last. 6'WeH, I returned, Hthat ought to be easy enough to get. Yah! but it ain't. This y'ere granite 'n marble, they rot, jes, like me 'n you. Ha! don't git narvous, ye can t escape it. Ye know it's true, donit ye, lad? He saw that I was becoming uneasy. His face lit up in a wickedly triumphant way. Ye'll be jes' like that . . . He picked up some dirt and threw it at my boot. He gazed in silence at the smudge. I hastily withdrew my foot and stood looking at him, not with- out some horror and fright on my counte- nance, I will warrant. Suddenly he turned on his heel and walked swiftly toward his shed. It was dark and his figure faded rapidly into the gloom. Not lik- ing the thought of being alone, I hurried through the gate and began walking towards home. As I passed the gate I tripped over some- thing embedded in the path. I got up and, on looking carefully, I saw that it was a stone. Not knowing why, I picked up a rock and dashed it with all my strength upon the other. The missile split and pieces flew in all directions. The stone in the path received a slight scratch upon its surface. I looked at the stone that I had tripped on. Then I remembered the old man's words. '4Somethin' as 'll last,', he had said. I bent down and pulled up the stone. Vengeance upon it may have been my motive, for if it had not tripped me I should have been well away from the cemetery and maybe I should have forgotten Pat's thoughts. I wished to. When I reached his shed, I saw Pat bend- ing over several objects on his table. I could hear repeated tapping. Mutterings and sighs were intermingled with the metallic clicking of something on stone. Then I understood. I-Ie was pounding some stones he had with him, with a hammer. He was trying to find out which would last the longest. The situation would have been a funny one had I not known how serious the old man was. I went to the door and knocked. The tapping within continued. I knocked again, louder. The door opened. g6What d' yer want, lad ? growled Pat. How did you . . . ', I burst out. I seed yer, lad. Pat actually laughed. His cackle sounded stage-like, but from the page sixty-six way his eyes sparkled and jumped, and the way he shook, I knew that he meant it. Here's a stone I thought might interest you. I brought forth my find. He took the stone ,placed it on the table, took up l1is hammer, and without a word of thanks began pounding methodically on its surface. The picture is one that will stay in my mind's eye for a long time. The candle flick- ering near the window, and Pat pounding his stones. There was a fierceness in his face that made me think of a witch grinding magic herbs into a kettle while whispering magic words. I was filled with dread and turned to go. He seemed to sense my feelings. '6Good night, laddie,,' he croaked. Thank ye fer yer present? To hear his cracked voice was all that I needed to give power to my momentarily paralyzed limbs. I fled as swiftly as possible, but not swiftly enough to escape hearing the tapping begin again and a voice cackling and rumbling. Try as I might, I could not get out of my mind the vision of the old fellow searching for stones and trying their strength. I prom- ised myself that I should not return to the cemetery. Nevertheless, my intention, like most good ones, was never fulfilled. On the next day, as I was wandering through a small tract of land which I had recently acquired, I heard someone moving through the field. He stopped quite often, then stumbled on. It seemed as though he were trying to catch something nearby, which moved away each time he got to it. I ap- proached the spot where he was. I saw him stoop over something and strike it. I heard a click as the instrument in his hand struck a stone. I knew that it was Pat. Hallo therein I cried. He turned towards me. Good Lord, man! I exclaimed, hurrying forward. '6W'hat's wrong ?', Pat's face was more wrinkled than ever. Tears were rolling like small twisting rivers, down his face. He moaned painfully. HI cant find it, laddie, he wailed. I can't find 'un like it. Find me another, laddie, don't let me go uncoveredf' Then I saw in his hand the stone that I had given him. He was trying to match it. He was looking for a larger one like it. The situation was not a pleasant one . The old fellow rested his hand on my shoulder and sobbed like a child. page sixty-seven I took him by the arm and led him to my house. He moaned and sobbed at every step he took. When we reached the porch I gave him a chair to rest in. We both sat there, looking at our feet, sighing and muttering. Then Pat looked at me. Did yer niver think of it, lad,' he said, jist nothini. ,list like the air. Niver seen, not even felt. I was becoming annoyed with him. When- ever we met he sobbed and talked about his stone and what death was like. Look here, I retorted, not without feel- ing like a brute for scolding an old man like him, Hhave you never seen anything pleasant about life? Have you never enjoyed any- thing? You must have seen beautiful sights, heard lovely music, and had fun in your life. Why is it that whenever we meet, you carry on so'?,' The poor fellow was taken aback by my hot, impatient questioning. He stared at me in astonishment. He shook his head. Ah, lad,,' he muttered, I had a son, once, as fine a boy as iver ye set eyes on. He was a shepherd. He was all I had. ,list him an' me lived together in a little cottage. We had good times together, we did. We walked all over the country 'round there and we knew every bit of it .... Once a little lambkin was missin'. My boy went out to fetch it inf' Pat was in tears. He looked dejected and sad. He brought it in, Pat went on. He showed me a scratch he had on his arm. 'Jist a scratch, dad,' he said, 'it's nothin'. A point of stone caught me., He wouldn' even let me put nothin, on. I lost im. Blood poisonin' set inf, The old manis face twitched violently. Pvc been alone since he was took away, laddie, jist like ye see me. Then I realized why he had treated me as well as he had, and why he called me glad- diei' all the time. 6'Ye know, he continued, Pvc seen mighty fine folks tucked away. Rich ones, too. All the gaudy moniments is rottini. Ye can't even tell what they say. Take thet big 'un in the middle, laddie. He was a doctor, thet iun. He was rich, too. Now what is he? He ain't playing no harp, neither. Bah! I seen 'em all, laddie, an, you'll see me. I'm servin' the strongest master-there ain't nothin, stronger than him, laddie, nothinif' Why didn't you serve the church ? I asked. page sixty-eight He was silent for a moment. Then he got up and walked oH'. A few days after this talk with Pat, I was strolling along a country road, enjoying the sun and fresh air, when I saw a slab on the side of a hill nearby. I was struck immedi- ately by its resemblance to the stone I had brought to Pat, both in color and texture. Uf course it was an odd thing to do but I determined to bring it to the old fellow. I had a good cart, and after digging a while I could manage to get the slab out. I went home to get a pick and shovel. I borrowed a horse, hitched it to the cart and went back. It took me several hours to do this and when I got back it was quite dark. Coming to the spot where the stone was I was greatly astonished at what I saw. The stone was gone. I could not follow any tracks so I went back, returned the horse and 'gturned inf' On the morning of the next day I went to the cemetery. I walked to the shed where Pat had his collection of stones and looked in. The stones were gone. There were flowers on the window sill, something that Pat never had. I walked away and began looking through the cemetery. I saw an old man walking through the paths, smoking a pipe. I walked up, to him. 4'Pardon me, I began. Lookin, for Pat? The words darted out at me. Yes, I replied. Where . . . ? 6'Dead! The man chuckled. 6'He was out collectin' stones last night. Got run down, the fool. Was tryin, to haul a big rock back here. The big fool.', I raced away. The amused chuckle of the new keeper sounded horribly in my ears. I found out later from the man who had run him down, that Pat had evidently seen the same stone I had and had begun to haul it away, when he was hit. There is a stone in the corner of the ceme- tery at Breau that is as rugged as it was before it was ever brought there. On it these words are inscribed: Patrick Donelly, He Served His Masterf' Though many people look at this inscrip- tion and wonder at it, and even ask the keeper what it means, they never know exactly what it signifies. I am the only one who does. page sixty-nine MISINTERPRETATION By Thomas Drake Durrance Richard Pearson was an unobtrusive per- son engaged in an equally unobtrusive occu- pation. Nevertheless and paradoxically enough, he was a person upon whom the fate of millions depended. He was a motorman on one of the ushuttlen trains. Most of you have ridden the ushuttlef' Did you ever stop to think what a hum-drum existence those motormen lead? Riding back and forth in a caged steel animal, day in and day out, rid- ing-walking-riding-walking-never halt- ing. Such was the life of Richard Pearson. l say was, because . . . well, if you'll bear with me, I'll tell you the entire story from its happy beginning to its not so happy ending. :lc qc 'Q Pearson's childhood days were spent in Arizona. He resided in a little town in an arid region where mining was the chief in- dustry. A wide, turbulent river surged on its winding way some distance from the town. An irrigation dam was being constructed and daily Pearson would wander down to its high banks and watch the men at work. The fact that the boy's mother prepared lunch for some of them gave him an entree into their elite fat least to Pearson, society. He soon became acquainted with many technical phrases and would invariably delight the workers with his all-too-serious questions concerning the progress on the dam. The child was fascinated by the roar of the en- gines coupled with that of the river and by the feats of skill and physical strength which he observed being performed high above its red waters. Then and there, young Pearson determined that he would some day be a great engineer. The ambition grew more steadfast as the boy matured. It was the central cog about page seventy which the entire delicate mechanism of his mind functioned. Graduating from a small western university, Pearson set out to con- quer the world and to span the rivers. That was in 1928. Drawn to New York by the possibility of connecting with some larger firm, he somehow managed to eke out a meager existence for three years, until a stroke of fate interceded in his behalf. Walk- ing along an icy pavement of lower Manhat- tan in the winter of 1931, he espied an elderly man who was having some difficulty in main- taining his balance. Finally, his plump body was keeled over by a particularly strong blast of wintry wind. Pearson approached rapidly and aided the gentleman in regaining his feet. 0ut of that chance 'meeting materialized his job as motorman, for the person he assisted happened to be Cornelius Oaks, president of the subway company. Although suffering from disillusionment and all its ills, Pearson worked faithfully and diligently at his new occupation. Yet he was like a man enveloped in a trance. His actions were merely mechanical and his brain dwelt in an atmosphere quite different from that of his body. One afternoon in the middle of May, 1932, when he had been with the com- pany approximately a year, Pearson was called to the section manager,s office. As he opened the door, he beheld a stern, mous- tached man seated in a swivel chair behind a large, paper-littered desk. Come inf' the manager had a particu- larly rough voice-just the type of Simon Legree you see in the motion pictures. 'GI take it that you are Richard Pearson? Pearson stood ill at ease before the desk, fumbling with one of the grey buttons on his uniform. Yes, sir. The manager, whose name as proclaimed by an exceedingly elaborate desk placard was Isaac Cohen, leaned perilously far back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tapping a long, yellow pencil against the sole of his left shoe, moistened his thick lips. uln our annual statistics we discovered that the company made a net profit of two million dollars last year. Pearson whistled in aston- ishment. Cohen continued, Wfhis, of course, you realize, is far below our usual standard. Pearson blushed and shifted nervously from one foot to the other. Therefore, we find it necessary to let some employees go. 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M-'1:,t'15-f- 5Q., .tw.:.1w'fft L1 '?,', , N- 5 1-1 5, ,a-23:9 .'1fat'.3f- 7 2ii1?.f,f,22- - 1 'fi ' ' ' ' H' v'u'.:1Jf5 Q' 'fi' v1'fv+.'.:Af as -'ilwikw f' H 1, -55 3 ' ff ' 1' 3 jgfgf 3 V111 'Lv-+1 an -'Pfvbmgfftwf - 7' fri wr.: .- .HA f -. w-fa1w3-- ,MMG-a?iN.1Fv:em.uv.Mffn,v,Cf-11, . . .1 . . ,, ,,,::.,,,, , ,,,f,.,,,1, ,..1f,,.,., t 1 . . ' 'N v 5 'S+' r-7'J f'E'rl :w.gs,, 'r to give you two weeks' notice. But under- stand, please, we aren't firing you, we're just letting you go. ,,. .,. :,: That night, Pearson was seated in a cafe- teria supping on a cup of steaming coffee. An evening paper was propped up before him and he was making a desperate attempt to read, but his mind was conscious of only one thing. In two weeks he would be jobless. No money, no friends, nothing. What would he do? Go back home a failure? Never! He brought the cup to his lips and closed his eves wearilv. Suddenly he reopened them. What did he see? An ad., placed in an oh- scure corner of the page, stated that Presi- dent Roosevelt was iiling a request for en- gineers to work upon his new re-employment projects in the west. Applicants were to apply at a certain East-Side address at nine that evening. This was the opportunity for which he had been waiting Pearson, together with several hundred others, was signed up and ordered to report back the next day for a more detailed inter- view. The following morning, Pearson went to work with a light heart. As he drove his train back and forth he whistled happily. Why not? He was happy. He even went so far as to wise-crack with some of the rosy- cheeked school girls, an action, however, which was not fully appreciated by the other passengers. Towards the middle of the day his buoyancy wore off and he became pensive and dreamy-eyed. Once more he would be doing the work he loved in the place he loved. Once, as he drove into Grand Central, he glanced at the large clock centered over the entrance way to the Lexington Avenue trains. Exactly twelve o'clock. As he started the train towards Times Square he thought, WI'welve. They would just about be finish- ing up before lunch, waiting for the shrill whistle which would give them an hour's respite. He could visualize the dam now. At first a framework. Then slowly taking form -higher-stronger-cement-steel-sweat. He was completely carried away by the thought. His hand pressed the controls- faster and faster the train was moving-dam -dam-dam. The people inside-what was the matter? Why didn't this madman slow up? Suddenly something loomed before Pearsonis eyes- Crash!!! . . page seventy-two Here is how one of New York's newspapers acoveredn the story: MOTORMAN SUICIDES IN SHUTTLE CRASH AT TIMES SQUARE Passengers Safe as Driver, Desperate Because of Future Unemployment, Is Killed. Richard Pearson, a motorman in the em- ploy of the New York City Subway Company, committed suicide today at exactly 12:02 P. M. by driving his ushuttlen train into the Times Square station at a terrific speed. None of the passengers was seriously injured, several suffering from bruises. Pearson died in an ambulance on his way to the hospital. It was later discovered from Mr. Isaac Cohen, manager of the company, that Pear- son had been given two weeks' notice the day before the fatal accident. Mr. Cohen said: The news was a great shock to Pearson and he pleaded with me to keep him on the force in any capacity. He was very disheart- ened when he left my office, and even then I had a peculiar premonition that he would do something rash, but I didn't expect suicide. I am sorry that such a thing happened and I wish to tell the passengers of the New York Citv Subway that it will not occur again. Pearson, who was evidently at odds with the world, died with an oath on his lips. As the ambulance was carrying him through the congested downtown traffic, he turned feebly to one of the nurses. Damn! It was the last word he ever uttered. THE HUNTEIPS SONG I A translation from Schiller I With dart and bow Through hill and vale, The hunters go At daybreak pale. In realms of air, The eagles reign, But hill and cleft Is hunter's main. To him belongs What his dart brings, We hunt for all That creeps or wings. Eugene M. Lang. page seventy-three 5 -x Tqkywig s Q if .... Jf n-QU , 1- , jf' fl . six U . ill rf 5- I U1 f y, ggg gg , Q i t - RT X -JN ' ' 5 .. If 3 s z t A Nt , 1 ,7 y .. A A I Vu -,Ni cl! lt I 1. I ' . x v . 'was ty is f xx 'U v ii Q X We X fxN ,xXx-H ,..g..1Sf ' an' 'Z X as ff - : H.-1-d . E3 AN . e X , ,-N, ,. , XX i, tg' ' . , , , , , ,. , ,,,. , . , 3 f V ww a, -' . , .1 Ljrfllv-il - t X ' fi , - 1' -- c xl ' - 2 ' ...' 3 ' A ' ,,'.' 4 p1k1-f. ,Q , .,,.,Q,.'uA ip . Tfi'Tf'. T .. N- -P1-v M THE POET The youthful poet, with frantic eyes, Doth glare in desperation At the earth and at the skies, In search of inspiration. He vainly tries to eulogize, In eloquent oration, Every beast and bird that flies, And every constellation. Though he weeps and cries, and sobs and sighs, And falls in agitation, And summons his muse with desperate cries, He can t begin his narration. But suddenly, to his great surprise, His dull imagination Bubbles and boils, and broils and fries, In a frenzy of creation. Feverishly, to crystallize His flowing inspiration, To pen and paper he hastily flies, To set it in notation. Epilogue Dear readers kind, do ye wish to know The name of that poem and poet divine? Well, the poem is the one that you have just read, And the poet is he who, in youth's full glow, Has almost completely gone out of his head, While trying to write the preceding line. William Goldberg. page seventy-four lIONOR SECTIIIN Honor is defined in that most material of books, the dictionary, as consideration due, as to worth. Despite the fact that this defi- nition is so brief and ostensibly precise, honor is, nevertheless, a somewhat intangible thing. In school affairs, for the most part, the word is employed in referring to those whose characters are either worthy of note or outstanding in some way. The wearing of an Arista pin, school ser- vice award, or any such insignia does not merely indicate that he who wears the em- blem has performed some service. It also signifies that he has achieved distinction as a student through his work in making Harris a better institution. He is recognized as a leader among his classmatesg and the pin he bears marks him as one who accomplishes and builds. Therefore, with the express purpose of honoring those who merit it, this new sec- tion of the Crimson and Gold is created. Although they have received personal re- wards, students of such calibre and high esteem have performed their beneficial tasks in the past with but scant recognition. This semester, however, the Harris yearbook has undertaken the glorification of this group by the innovation of the Honor Section. page seventy-five HONORS It is a pleasure to write a message concern- ing school honors. Those students who win them will always remember these recognitions of their ability, whatever other school experi- ences they may forget. Not merely a source of personal satisfaction, they are an evidence to parents and friends that the days at Harris have been well spent. Everyone cannot win honors, but there are many and varied distinctions offered by the school and its organizations, and the growth which comes with the eH'ort to surpass is a reward denied to none. In a group such as yours, every boy should look forward to some definite achievement in his high school course, beyond the mere fulfillment of the requirements for graduation. In these days, colleges ask for particulars about the candi- date's marks, and inquire as to his interests, his qualities of leadership, and his services to the school. They seek those who will be worthy of what they have to oB'er and who will utilize it as valuable members of the community. We, too, honor these qualities of charac- ter, scholarship, and devotion to the good of the school by election to the Arista. Limited in membership, the Arista admits only those who possess these qualities to an outstanding degree, but as each boy approaches the standards it sets, he shows himself more fit to succeed in college and in life. May every boy in Harris make the Arista his goal, bear- ing in mind the words of Benjamin Disraeli, The secret of success is constancy of purpose. Russell F. Stryker, Leader of the Arista Senate Page Seventy-six ARISTA Except that it is the schoolis honor society, little is known of the Arista by the general student body. Each semester the school sees new members inducted at an assembly desig- nated for that purpose, but beyond that it is obvious of the functions and purpose the Arista serves. The Townsend Harris chapter of the Arista League is composed of twenty-two students who have distinguished themselves in extra-curricular activities, whose character and integrity are irreproachable, and who have, through earnest efforts, attained a high and enviable scholastic record. This term saw the Arista assuming an ac- tive part in scholastic affairs. The organiza- tion sponsored its annual banquet, which was a great success, and once more efficiently supervised the G. O. elections. Its work was capably executed by efficient ofiicers and a willing and cooperative assembly. :ESQ gi' uni:-E'F, 5:13 Og o-439,94 ',2,i-an 30 5 nw 0 5 012 Fawn H' - 2.3 Q21 again P32 2-'55 5fiF Ur 55tg5:?3 nz.. fm : wr :Q Z2 :E rE- 22 ,,, fir? 3 ffg 'UE E5 5 H EE E5 sg 5525555 2 :lg ,Cb :Z G: ' 0 .Q :: is .. 5-35522 2.55 mZ:f.mss ffif ' CD' If gsfgfi :QPF E53 QP' Wmmm of-v mm sg-as. ss. 'SQS3 132 FUFPPUFUPU FFFOF Fisher Levey Shepard Sager Sallman Spitz Feinberg Kieval Charlton Newman R. Ehrenberg A. Kramer M. Aronstein A. Sheard N. Weissberg J. London page seventy-seven VARSITY HONORS Major Service Pin Richard Witkin Henry Maas Solomon Chaikin Robert Van Santen Minor Service Pin Harry M. Simon, Jr. Richard Witkin Malcolm Finkelstein Thomas Durrance Robert Van Santen Bennett Sallman Howard Van Camerik William Friedman Edwin Youngerman Louis Goldstein Henry Maas Special Service Pin Gerald Kitay Samuel Achs Eugene Spitz Tobias Weiss Solomon Orlowitz Nathan Heiger Charles Terr Victor Lewis Kevin Sheard Morton Aronstein Edwin Youngenman Athletic Letters Karl Buss John Henry Morton Stark Raphael Uffner Edward Klipper Donald Thomson Edgar Rosenberg Robert Goldberger Carl Bakal Cliff Sager William Grooh Williafm Mullin John Lindquist Bennett Sallman Henry Hofheimer Allan Fischbaek Otto Rabstejnek page seventy-eight SENIOR HONORS Lower C Upper C H. Hofheimer ...... President ......4...,.. H. Simon R. Mellen ........ Vice-President ........ S. Chaikin H. Simon ............ Secretary .....,...... M. Singer G. Tomlinson ...... Treasurer ...... G. Tomlinson C. Feinberg ........ G. O. Rep ......... C. Feinberg Lower B Upper B R. Van Santen .... President ..,. R. Van Santen W. Kartin ........ Vice-President ........ S. Chaikin H. Van Camerik..Secretary.,H. Van Camerik G. Tomlinson ...... Treasui-er.,E. Youngerman D. Spitz .............. G. O. Rep. ....,... C. Feinberg Lower A Upper A H. Simon ............ President ....,..,.. S. Chaikin S. Chaikin ........ Vice-President.,A. Christensen H. Van Camerik..Secretary..H. Van Camerik E. Youngerman.. Treasurer Youngerman H. Maas ............., G. O. Rep ..... .......... H . Maas CLASS NUMERALS Solomon Chaikin David Rosenberg Edwin Youngerman David Beitler Robert Van Santen Louis Weiss Howard Van Camerik Martin Singer Howard Kieval Henry Maas Harry M. Simon, Jr. Henry Hofheimer SENIOR CLASS SERVICE PINS Harry M. Simon, Jr. Andrew Christensen Henry Maas Howard Van Camerik Edwin Youngerman Robert Van Santen Solomon Chaikin Louis Weiss David Rosenberg page seventy-nine Mi...-. VARSITY LEADERS Certainly those few members of the school who lead in varsity activities and who possess that spirit so essential to the successful con- tinuation of all functions deserve a niche in this, the Harris Honor Section. Presidents and directors are they all, the guiding lights of those organizations intrinsic to the wel- fare of every metropolitan high school. David Rosenberg Nathan Heiger Howard Kieval Milton Gendel Milton Himmelfarb Henry Maas Robert Ehrenberg Edwin Youngerman Robert Van Santen Seymour Alterowitz Neal Chilton Hartley Cohen John Healey Charles Terr Kevin ,Sheard Maxwell Kern Hillel Blondheim Gerard Mangone Robert Reynolds Solomon Chaikin David Davidoff Ned Weissberg page ei ghtg CLASS SECTIUN The essential unit of Harris, the class, upon whose smooth functioning depends the success of the school, is composed of indi- viduals united by common purposes. It is comparable to a cell within a larger, more complex organism. Its legislative and execu- tive bodies are counterparts of the school or- ganizations. The class cannot exist without the support of the school, and vice-versag therefore, a flawless cooperative system is necessitated. The class prepares its members for school activities. From it come, in each branch of experience, those who compose the leading groups of the school. The ranks of the var- sity teams are filled by practised class mem- bers. They are best fitted to serve their Alma Mater. Those aspiring to garner journalistic honors become interested in the production of a class paper. During their association with this journal, their latent abilities are developed and encouraged. When these stu- dents are qualified, school publications enlist them on their staffs. The leaders of the class, its ablest men, in whom has been fostered a faculty for guidance and responsibility, be- come leaders of the school. The united Har- ris recognizes this quality of leadership im- bued in its students and raises the deserving ones to high and responsible executive positions. One need only observe the progress of a single class to become cognizant of the ad- vancement of the entire schoolg for each in- tegral unit does its share toward the further- ance of a better Townsend Harris. page eighty-one hs. Q 79 limllm n Nllilllll i sting., ll .5 FRIENDSHIPS It would seem fitting that the President of the Senior Class use the space allotted him in the Crimson and Gold for extolling the many virtues and attributes of the group he heads. If I followed this accustomed course, I would be expounding only established truths. The banquet, senior-day, the prom, and the various other functions which the class of January, 1934-, has successfully sponsored, proclaim it as one of the best Harris has ever had. But there is a more important factor than the extra-curricular endeavors of the class. That factor is the formation of associations which have increased our spiritual properties. Harris social life has acted as a stimulus, for it presents a plot in which to sow the seed of eternal friendship and, unlike Senior groups of the past, this one certainly has taken ad- vantage of the opportunities offered. The fact that we have arrived at our pres- ent status by overcoming hardships and al- most insurmountable difliculties, the fact that we have successfully assumed the leader- ship of the school, is irrelevant. Our great- est accomplishment has been the establishing of friendships among our schoolmates. And these enduring friendships are preciousg for when we look back on our scholastic career we shall see that all our triumphs were as nothing in comparison with associations that remain firm during our life-time. Solomon Chaikin, President Senior Class page eighty-two CLASS FUNCTIONS The class function is an established custom in Harris, and from the nature of the func- tion may be determined the character of the class. For apparent reasons, the most important of which is unfamiliarity with the school and its ways., the Lower C class does not have a function. But after advancing a grade and being imbued with a greater confidence and enthusiasm, the Upper C's feel themselves capable of giving a reception for the new freshmen. It is customary to present enter- tainment at these semestral gatherings. Oc- casionally, as happened this semester, the U. C Class sponsors another function, which, lf successful, increases its prestige. It is usu- ally in Lower B, however, that a true class activity is first arranged. The class members attend a boat ride, ball-game, or any other entertaining diversion. As Upper B's, the students become more sedate and less loqua- cious. Their responsibilities have had a sobering eH'ect, and again they succeed in promoting a function-generally a rally. The Lower A's deem it fitting that a more pre- tentious afair, one indicative of the elevated ranks of the class-a banquet-should be staged. Finally comes the senior term. Upper A's lead in most of the school's activities. They publish the Stadium and issue a Crim- son and Gold, but the crowning glory of their last term in Harris is the successful sponsor- ship of a senior prom. Thus, the cycle of enjoyable functions, all of which have helped to inculcate a feeling of pride and self-respect in the heart of the Harrisite, comes to a brilliant close. page eighty-three LOWER C It may be truly asserted that this semes- ter's Lower C class has made an auspicious start in its three year Harris career. Adorned with the ever-present symbols of grammar school graduation pins and new brief-cases, the freshmen entered upon their high school course, cherishing high hopes for future success. Acclimating themselves immedi- ately to their altered environment, they set to work' on their term's activities, planning a newspaper, selecting class colors, and con- sidering many other formalities. The oiiicers chosen to lead the class through the all important first term exer- cised their duties with exceptional compe- tency. President Senftner and Vice-President Solomon merit commendation for the praise- worthy manner in which they guided the group through its initial obstacles. A mimeographed paper, the Blue and Silver, was edited by the council. The jour- nal's popularity was due to the fact that, un- like many other enterprises of a similar nature, it appeared at regular intervals dur- ing the semester. To the Lower C group, which has so ad- mirably completed the iirst lap, the upper classmen extend their most gracious con- gratulations. Furthermore, it is the earnest hope of all that succeeding councils will add to the work so estimably begun by their predecessors. I. Senftner ....... ........... P resident J. Solomon ..... ..... V ice-President B. Ferrencz ..... ........... S ecretary M. Grobstein .... .........,.......... T reasurer E. Ehrenberg ........ ..... G . 0. Representative Mr. Mandevllle ....... .,........ F aculty Advisor Page eighty-four LOWER C ANTICS Monday-QCrowd entersl Hoopla! We have matriculated! Qbrandishing of bur- nished brief bags, pearly pens, etc.J Our po- sition in Harris is impregnable. Try to rid yourselves of us. Diminutive One: Let's select our semestral oflicers. Crowd: How charming! fclapping handsj A: I nominate B. B: I nominate A. C: I nominate D. D: I noniinate C. QAnd so on far into the period., Instructor: Nominees will kindly gin fOmnes exeunt. One remains. He elects the following, : President, Neal Chilton, Vice-President, Joseph Soloman, Secretary, Lizagorsky, Treasurer, Herbert Baron, G. O. Represen- tative, Edward Ehrenberg. Tuesday- Q Council meetingj Cushing's Manual, Motion, Counter Motion, Point of Order, Objection, Shut Up, Erasers, Ad- journment. Wednesday-Petition and repetition . . fCauseI Thursday-QEffectJ President resigns. Sec- retary resigns. Treasurer accused of misap- propriation of funds. Is reputed to have re- plied, '4What funds?,, F riday-Pro-temporiality of ollicers pro- claimed by electorate--apropos of nothing. Saturday-Day off. Sunday Night-Whole class does home- work for three hours per previous instruc- tions. Monday-A Centers sobbinglz Oh, woe is me! I haven't finished my last example. There goes my brilliant future. B Qsolicitouslyl: What ails you, my dear fellow? A fblushing to the gillsl: Would you per- mit me to peruse your homework for col- lusive motives? B fhorrifiedj: Oh, no! Hie thee hence! A fbreaking downl : What will my mother say? T uesday-MAH elected president of the class for his individuality. And time rolls on . . . page eighty'-fire UPPER C The Upper C class has surmounted the ob- stacles offered by the first semester in Harris, and has advanced into an equally trying term which has shown its direful effects upon the group. In Upper C many students from junior high schools become members of the newly settled unit. Confusion ensues, and re- sults in a lack of cooperation which has de- feated many admirable projects initiated by this ambitious class. The outstanding of these was the banquet, a novel function for lower classmen and one which was greatly encour- aged by President Davidoff. The students, however, were not sufficiently consolidated to support wholeheartedly such an enterprise, and the widely advertised, eagerly anticipated U.C Banquet was canceled. The class paper, The Blue Eagle, was as good as could be expected from an Upper C class as far as literary content was concerned. In fact, it was an industrious accomplishment, unfortunately spoiled by the poor printing facilities which resulted in a scarcely legible paper. The Upper C's in general, nevertheless, are gaining a foothold in Harris, some even ex- celling in certain fields to the point of school- wide recognition. Credit is due to Mr. D'Amato, the faculty advisor, who has sup- ported the students in their endeavors and counseled them in the realization of their ideas. D. Davidoff ...... .......... P resident M. Aronoff ........ ..... V ice-President K. Glaser ....... ................... S ecretary A. Goldman ..... ..................... T reasurer G. Banner ......... ..... G . 0. Representative Mr. D,Amato ....... ........... F aculty Advisor page eighty-six THE U.c BANQUET No longer are we frivolous youngsters, cried President Davidoff. No morelv harmonized three sopranos. '6No longer are we to be laughed at!,, con- tinued the worthy President. And nevermorelv came the monotonous trebles. We must have action befitting our sta- tion, Gentlemenf, said the President, stroking a non-existent beard, Gentlemen, we must have a functionlv Oh, goody, goody! exclaimed the daunt- less three. Glaser's solitary voice inquired, 4'Wl1at kind of function ? 66Boooooo! ,lump on him! A viper in our midst! A dangerous radical! A Trotsky! A Litvinoif! '4Please,,' interposed the President, uplease do not behave like those of inferior rank. An excited whisper, He means the Lower CQSP7 A small hand waved to and fro, emulating the movements ofa palm tree swaying in the caressing tropical breeze. Like a native call- ing to his love, a shrill voice piped up from the wilderness of the third row and said in a B.M.T.-ish manner, 44Let's go to Coney Ireland! Naw! said the Representative from Adenois, '4let's hab a pignigln Three hours passed-three hours beyond the wildest imagination of even a political speaker. Finally, Lewins, triumphantly re- taining his seat, having survived the loss of his tie and left sock, solemnly announced, An out-of-doors banquet wins. 66AIH6H,,, concluded the Three Graces. It is needless to say that the Council at- tended the picnic. They were all alone, but for the pretty ants-red ones and white, black ones and brown, biting and chewing at Dob- kin's moustache. The brilliant Austin Gold- man made a salad composed of ripe D,Amatos fEd. Note: This is a punj, pickles, sauer- kraut, and shoe polish. Having tried his own concoction first, he was given a watery bird in a goldfish bowl. Two venturesome chil- dren went rowing in a nearby lake. Then it began to rain . . . The U.C banquet was obviously one of the greatest functions the school has ever seen. It removed live successful competitors from the ineligible list and added them to the rapidly growing obituary. Upper C should be proud of those lads, they have made sacred in Har- ris those ideals of Americanism-seem a sucker, act a usuckerf' and be a usuckerf' 66 page eighty-seven LOWER B Lower B might well be classed as the turn- ing point in the career of a Harris student. It is here that he makes his debut in the various extra-curricular activities of the school. The class of June, 1935, realizing the im- portance of the class council, selected a truly efficient body to handle its affairs. The coun- cil, led by President Gottsegen, insured suc- cess through its prompt dealings with impor- tant measures. To Mr. Milella, the class advisor, is due much credit. His invaluable counsel contributed much toward the class' welfare. Foremost in the accomplishments of the Lower B's was the excellent mimeographed paper which was distributed regularly among the class members. The Lantern published, among other things, council news and ac- counts of the activities of the various class teams. Prominent also is the fact that a great many Lower B's acquired places on school teams and entered many other extra-curricu- lar fields. The intense interest of this class in school activities bodes well for the future success of the group. Journalists, securing positions on the school publications at this early stage, get the correct training necessary to make editors and business managers dur- ing the all-important senior year. Merely the continuation of this splendid 'work is needed to make the class of June, 1935, a successful one. e R. Gottsegen ,.... ....,......... P resident M. Deutsch ..., .,.... V ice-President J. Roche ...... ................... S ecretary S. Prisand ..... ..................,.... T reasurer A. Siegel ....... ..,,. G . 0. Representative Mr. Milella ..... ........ F aculty Advisor page eighty-eight LOWER B BRIGHTLIGHTS Most Popular.. Bernard Rosenberg Most Useful ..... .,......,...... L eon Katz Most Abuseful. ......,,. Stanley Green Most Talkative ...... Milton Leyzorek Most Balkative ...... . Deflated .............. Inflated ............ All-Poet ..,.......... All-Know It ......... Valn ..4.............. Pain ........... Optimist ..,..... Pessimist ....... Kidded ....... Did It ......A...., Class Artist ...... Tardiest ......... Hardiest ,....... Busiest ....... Dizziest ....... Scholar .................., Holler ............,........... .... Among the Lasses .......,.... Above the Masses ,....... . page eighty-nine ,.......Paul Kaufman ...Seymour Priscand ....Norman Hammer ..........Sidney Zecker ........I-Ierman Nesenholtz .....Nathan Seidman ,...,..Noel Freedman .Maxwell Silverman ..,...Abraham Siegel ....,..Harrison Miller ..,.............Arnold Joyffe Leonard H irschfeld . . .. .. .Howard Bernstein ..........,.Irving Green .......,..Saul Berg ..........,....Leo Carl .......Iacob Bressler .....William Frankel Robert Markowitch ......Albert Mousner UPPER B Since its initial term at Townsend Harris, the class of January, 1935 has nobly ac- quitted itself in all lines of endeavor. Im- bued with a fine spirit, both toward the school as a whole and the class as a unit, and containing in its ranks promising material for both teams and non-athletic organiza- tions, the group has marched along like a victorious army, crushing all opposition and issuing from the battlefield with colors flying. The council, consisting chiefly of new members elected this semester, conducted itself in a manner befitting its position and brought to a successful termination many substantial tasks. The function, a visit to a professional football game, aided the class materially in both prestige and financial con- dition. The increase in the paid-up class members is attributed to the superiority of this affair. The Courier, the class newspaper, was rather successful, considering the limited ex- perience of the staff members in the journal- istic field. The position of the editor, held by Joseph Loeb, was a thankless one, for his classmates exhibited a decided indifference to his efforts. Aroused to the fact that it soon must as- sume the leadership of the school, and in the two forthcoming terms prove to skeptics that it is capable of joining the ranks of other outstanding classes, Upper B forges ahead, all possible obstacles steadily overcome. N. Weissberg ....,. ............. P resident R. Pelz ....,,....... ..... V ice-President S. Askenasi ..... .................... S ecretary E. Weitzen ...... ...................... T reasurer F. Charlton ......... ....... G . 0. Representative Mr. MacEwen ....... .......... F aculty Advisor page ninety UPPER B PROPHECY During the past year I found out: Alan Kramer, famed for coyness, now acts as a Japanese girl in a 'hit', play written by one Fred Charlton. Kramer, with the aid of the Askinasi Elocution School, has recovered his lost lisp. Charlton was succeeding in his journalistic career fselling papersl, before he was made by his play. The great lover of the Jap girl is none other than Mason Abrams, who has condescended to leave Shakespeare for a short while. Everett Cohen, the famed essayist, is now writing his memoirs, he guarantees that no word of less than four syllables will be included. The only essayist comparable to Cohen is Edward Junger, who has written just one piece- On How To Avoid Homework --an overwhelm- ing success. Little children thank him. Across the street from the theatre in which Charlton's play is running is its greatest com- petitor-the Jacobson Theatre. There Alan Jacobson, the Jester, daily convulses audi- ences with his sparkling wit. The butt of his jokes is Ned Weissberg, whose recompense is permission publicly to Haunt his Arista pin on an azure background. Wechsler, the pro- fessional football player, is Jacobson's best customer, he comes to the theatre twice for every time Alan sees him play. It was not difficult to find Victor Hersch- berg. He is world renowned as the author of the revolutionary Quantum XYZ theory and several language books. . . The other day I turned to the fourth page of the New York Dimes-Postalgram and was knocked over by a full page advertisement of Robert Pelz wearing gorgeous green underwear. On the next page was an eulogistic address made by Joseph Loeb, Jr., the famous politician, in which he,compliments Edward Weitzen and Arnold Friedlander for having solicited the most Red Cross funds. . . '?r7eitzen's glamour was caused by his unkempt hair. . . The rest of the U.B Class has, I've been informed, created a union for a two-hour, forty dollar minimum wage week. The Communists call them conservative. . . page ninety-one LOWER A It is in the Lower A class that the final touches of worldly wisdom are mingled with all the other subtle changes which the Harris student undergoes during his transition from the naivete of the Lower C to the polished self-assuredness of the senior. Behind him he has two and a half years of intellectual training. He has participated in the activities of clubs, councils, and teams. Now he is prepared to lead them, to take charge of the aiairs of the entire school. With this fact in mind the class of June, 1934, tried not to slacken the pace in its stride towards that ultimate destination. It achieved recognition when five of its mem- bers were inducted into the Arista, the greatest honor which the school has to be- stow. It was well represented in the Held of athletics, there were Lower A's on every Harris team. The banquet, traditional func- tion of the pre-senior class, was heartily sup- ported, and was a great success. The council did its work sincerely and seriously, and ac- complished much during the term. Judging by this performance, the present graduating class need certainly have no fear that there will be a lack of capable men to carry on its work next term. S. Alterowitz ...... ............. P resident M. Aronstein ..... ..... V ice-President H. Blondheim ...... ,......... ......... S e cretary L. Goldstein .... ......................... T reasurer L. Levey .......... ...... G . 0. Representative Mr. Dennett ....... ........... F aculty Advisor page ninety-two THE GOOD SHIP 'GLOWER A 'SW'l D - 1 lt 1 ayton Dennett, ship s first mate, And Seymour at the helm, Old Lower A was iron clad, No storm could overwhelmf' So said the aged seer Whose crystal was not clear. After a month or so, the craft Was tossed into a squallg And all the hands were called on deck, The cook, young Dong, and all. The spume flew fast and free, It was an angry sea. There he was in slicker and boots, Stooped and dripping wet, Yet lending all a helping hand And even smiling yet, While poor old Jack stood near, Pale with mortal fear. There Murray, his head o'er the rail, Suffered from the tossing, Kosen sat and cursed Neptune For making such rough crossing. But Louis, calm and cold, Sat counting out his gold. And Robert Warren, Hillel, too, In deep melodic tone, Emitted to the roaring sea A loud and fearful groan. The other men joined in- A high and awesome din. Then all on deck at once recalled Their gala, grand banquet, But why remember pleasant things When they were wringing wet? Their vessel insecure, How long could she endure? That single thought of banquet eve Drove from their heads their plight And dwelled but on that happy time, What joy that banquet night! Newton at the splendid feast There ate a juicy steak, While Lehn and Colvin, busy munched A deep pineapple cake- There, at the Cabin Grill, Where Morty paid the bill. And all throughout the raging storm Memories lingered on, Till tranquil was the ocean blue, A still, but misty dawn. Absorbed in memories gone by, Enrolled in foggy fold, Wondering, the group sails on, What does the future hold? When on the Senior Sea, How will the sailing be? page ninety-three ADVICE FROM A SAPIENT SENIOR I With apologies to Coleridgej It is an ancient senior, And he's stopped by a proud T. D., '4By my unused book and blase look, Now wherefore stop'st thou me?', The classroom door is open wide, And I must now go ing The boys are met, the chairs upset, May'st hear the merry din. Hold thy peace and list to me, Quoth he in voice of ice, Shiver not so, for soon thou'lt know, To profit by my advice. You are so young, a comely lad, You seem to think you're right, If you will but forget my crime, Why, then l'll show you light. Our joys you have made miseriesg For ev'ry deed atone, Lest you may find yourself one day Alone here, all alone. So close your lids, and keep them closed, Though the balls like pulses beat, From this drear hall and very floor, I'll walk on swiftest feet. But ere I go, to you I tell, Since opposites donit mix, If you'd avoid the List of Doom, Stay out of politicsf, I fear thee, evil Senior dread! Be calm, thou lowly pest! 'Tis not for nothing that I tell Thee how to pass a test! He passeth best, who seeth best, All things, both great and small, From the tminute note passed under-foot To the writing on the wall. page ninety our IIIIGANIZATIGIN SECTIIIN The organizations centralize the interests of the school and show the attitude of the students toward school legislation as well as their leaders. But for these organizations, high school life would lack all interest among the student body. Tracing the pyramid of our social life, the Arista takes its place at the apex. In this or- ganization are found the leaders of the school, who are representative of that pinnacle of success to which every Harrisite aspires. Among the important groups are the Gen- eral Organization, the Stadium, and the Crim- son and Gold, the Iirst of which is the chief legislative body of the school, chosen by the students to effect the reforms which changing school conditions demand. The Stadium is published bi-monthly in order to bring to the students not only an account of school events, but also a means of direct com- munication. The Crimson and Gold, no longer a senior book, is now an outlet for the literary ambition of Harris as well as a review of the school activities for the past term. Clubs are a medium of informal discus- sion of the curricular subjects, and a stimulus of interest in what would ordinarily be dull studies. There are also service organizations which help greatly to keep order in Harris, although their members move unseen. Organizations are necessary to the com- plete unity of the school and a full realiza- tion of its spirit. page ninety-Eve EXTRA-CURRICULA ACTIVITIES As President of the General Organization, I believe that there is no message I can con- vey of greater importance than the value of participation in the affairs conducted by the student body, apart from, but not alien to, the curriculum. As this portion of high school life is purely voluntary, it is most often disregarded. And never has a more dire mis- take been made, for the aim of all extra-cur- ricular activities is never foreign to classroom life, but rather complementary. Since Harris is a training camp for a fuller, more mature existence to come-a miniature battlefield-so our activities prophecy the problems we encounter in outer life. And, as preparation for this battle, I know of no better place than our clubs, where we learn to mingle with other human beings, to per- fect our personal philosophies, and to supple- ment our knowledge of the arts. School publications furnish splendid mod- els of intelligent and just business organiza- tions, while no better example of training can be offered than that of participating in de- bate, of learning to respect others, opinions, and to set forth our own intelligibly. I have never claimed that a student owes anything to the school. Instead, I have con- sistently demanded a more intelligent under- standing of the situation. It is my earnest belief that the student has one debt. It is to himself alone that he is responsible for the interest he takes in improving his own condi- tions, in learning to live his life in the best possible manner. The General Organization will have done its work, if it can call itself truly a general organization. President of the G. 0., Robert Van Santen GENERAL ORGANIZATION The General Organization, spurred on by the capable guidance of its chief executive, President Robert Van Santen, attacked prob- lem after problem this term with rare ability and unreserved confidence. By employing every possible faculty and source of energy, the Student Council administered Townsend Harris affairs with remarkable dispatch and efficiency. Many were the achievements of the body, as it succeeded in terminating ventures of iucalculable value and import. An outstand- ing feature of this semester,s developments was the revision of the G. O. Constitution, a task essential in eradicating a multitude of obsolete and faulty provisions, and the sub- stitution of clauses more conducive to good government. This accomplishment alone en- tailed the utmost concentration and unremit- ting labor of the council members. The group also sponsored a Varsity Show, a function which received merited acclama- tion from the student body. The industry with which the G. O. fostered the production most assuredly deserves the recognition of the entire school. These examples admirably illustrate the manner in which the G. O. functioned for the half-year. At all times the members tried to live up to a high standard of cooperation. It is this adherence to a policy of harmony which spelled the success of the G. O. Council. Robert Van Santen .......................... President Jack London .............. ...... V ice-President Bennett Sallman ..... ........... S ecretary Wfilliam Friedman ..... .,...... ....... T r easurer Representatives Henry Maas, U.A Leon Levey, L.A Fred Charlton, U.B Abraham Siegel, L.B Gilbert Banner, U.C Ed Ehrenberg, L.C Victor Lewis .......................... Service Delegate Solomon Chaikin ...................... Club Delegate Thomas Durrance .......... Publication Delegate john Henry .............. ......... A thletic Delegate page ninety-seven THE STADIUM A Although there were many innovations in school activities during the semester, perhaps the greatest and most important was that in the Stadium. Under Editor-in-Chief Harry M. Simon, Jr., the organization of the staff and the make-up of the paper were both changed to such an extent that the Stadium became a finer and more professional journal than it had ever been during its history at Harris. Under the new plan, the old board was divided into several staffs, each under a de- partmental editor, who supervised individu- ally the work for which in the past the Editor- in-Chief was held responsible. Typographically, the Stadium was radically altered. A new and more beautiful type face was used for headlines: the whole paper was made more legible, and the make-up became less stereotyped and formal. To such an extent were these improve- ments noticed and appreciated by the student body, that a decided increase in its circula- tion resulted. Harry M. Simon, Jr. .,... ........ E ditor-in-Chief Malcolm Finkelstein ............ Managing Editor ....... Editorial Chief Henry Maas ............... Burton Shepard .................,........ News Editor Henry Hofbeimer Jr. .....,.. Business Manager Edwin Youngerman ........ Advertising Manager Maxwell Kern ................ Circulation Manager Jack London Robert Hewitt Howard Kieval Goodwin Breinin Fred Charlton Morton Stark page ninety-eight PUBLICATIONS COUNCIL Originally organized as a body to promote an interest in journalism throughout the school, the Publications Council remained in comparative obscurity until this semester, when it became a true journalistic power. The success of this body was due in great measure to the ambitious and outstanding services rendered by the men of whom it was composed. Having been extended more authority by the General Organization, the council pro- moted a thorough investigation of the con- dition of the various class journals from whose staffs the major publications recruit their members. Invaluable advice as to the literary make-up and editorial policy was re- ceived by these young journalists. The- Stadium, too, was the recipient of much helpful criticism. Continuing even farther in their endeavors, the members of the council instituted a school for journalism. It was not until late in the term, however, that this newly born idea took material form. It is expected that the school will be continued in future years and will grow into a powerful and separate organi- zation. The men who have so greatly aided in heightening the prestige of the Publications- Council and the promoting of literary interest among the students are as follows: Robert Van Santen ....,. ............ C hairman Harry M. Simon, Jr. .... ....... V ice-Chairman Henry Maas ........,........ ........... S ecretary Malcolm Finkelstein ....... ............ T reasurer Thomas Durrance .................... G. 0. Delegate Solomon Chaikin William Friedman Mortimer Podell Bennett Sallman Burton Shepard Robert Ehrenberg Richard Witkin page ninety-nine E 3 Eff 'hx jj- nl rgfrijzax? fi w '1Cx-ffiifrfxf: 1 Iv' iguigjgxlff: ggjwz 5,1 W 1' !7-.1 I N '-1 ' I : 1 'X' Q -.cfm - j -- vastly - f L+ if Cir - i r- W. -'- ' V - - ' A , '- so 1 C . P- Q x , ' ., N A - D- to S -..N-f I I- A ,e '. -:Q ?O X 3 gd all, I 52 'Q I N, . HARRIS MINOR ORGANIZATIONS Art Society Arts and Letters Society Chess and Checker Club Classical Society Current History Society Dramatic Society Entrance Exam Squad French Club German Club Glee Club Hatikvah Society Hi-Y Society Information Bureau Law and Debating Society Library Squad Orchestra Pan-Annerican Society Science Club Spanish Honor Society Stamp and Coin Club Traflie Department page one hundred GERMAN SOCIETY The German Society has, this semester., achieved the coveted and cherished title of 'Gthe foremost club in Harris. It is undoubt- edly the most popular organization of Harris clubdom, the excellence of its programs con- tributing not a little to this distinction. Discussions of the present political and economic situations in the mother country, Germany, formed the principal activities of the club. These informal talks were con- cerned with the various means of lifting the Reich from the serious decline into which it has fallen. Charles Terr, long affiliated with the soci- ety, in presiding over the group this semes- ter, was aided greatly by the faculty advisors. Messrs. Richard Heynich, head of the Ger- man Department, and Werner Miermann at the beginning of the term, found that more faculty assistance was necessary since there was so large an enrollment in the club. Therefore, Kurt Langsam, a new and active German tutor, willingly agreed to render his aid. Under three advisors the club has ap- parently prospered, and to them, as well as to the officers, congratulations are certainly due. Charles Terr ....., ............ P resident Paul Radin ...... ....... V ice-President David Beitler ........... .,............... S ecretary Henry Hofheimer ,.,.., ..... P rogram Manager Mr. Heynich ............ ....... F aculty Advisor Mr. Miermann ..... ....... F aculty Advisor Mr. Langsam ..... ....... F acuity Advisor page one hundred one SCIENCE CLUB This club has constantly endeavored to sat- isfy the natural craving of students for scien- tiiic knowledge. With this design, it has held weekly lectures and exhibitions upon many topics dealing with all phases of the sciences. Mr. Hurlinger, Advisor. Kevin Sheard ...,...... ...,.............. P resident Howard Merblum .................... Vice-President Seymour Lifshitz ............ Secretary-Treasurer Goodwin Breinin ...... ....... P ublicity Manager FRENCH CLUB The aim of the French Club is to stimulate an appreciation among its members of the literatures and arts of La Belle France. The weekly meetings are conducted only in the French tongue. Mr. Leo Courtines, Advisor. Milton Himmelfarh ........ ............... P resident Ben Rothberg ............. ,...... V ice-President Murray Kimmel ...... ..,............ S ecretary Allan Koenig ..,........... ................. T reasurer Wilham Nierenberg ............ Publicity Manager page one hundred two INFGRMATION BUREAU The sole design of the Information Bureau is to acquaint the student body with all extra- curricular activities. To accomplish this, it maintains an up-to-date news bureau of such occurrences at all bulletin boards. Mr. David Goldway, Advisor. Edwin Youngerman ............,...,.,.,..... Director Victor Lewis ....,....... ....... A ssistant Director Robert Edelstein ...... ....... A ssistant Director Leon Cantor ....,.. ,....., A ssistant Director ART SOCIETY The purpose of the Art Society is chiefly to provide higher instruction for those stu- dents talented in any phase of art work, who are interested in continuing elective courses in this subject, and anxious to serve the school by their work. Mr. Albert D'Andrea, Advisor. Henry Maas ,..... ......,.... P resident Philip Lehn .,,... ...... V ice-President Harry Dong ,.,... .........., S ecretary Leon Levey ....... ..,.... T reasurer page one hundred three CLASSICAL SOCIETY The purpose of the Classical Society is to arouse an appreciation among its members for the great classics by allying them to sub- jects of more interest to the student. Dr. H. Standerwick, Advisor. Hartley Cohen .......,.......................... President Harold Newman ...... ...,.... V ice-President Murray Rockowitz ....... .....,.... S ecretary Martin Metz .......... ................. T reasurer Edward Lernerm. ,...,, Publicity Manager LIBRARY SQUAD To aid the supervisors of the Harris li- brary in their many duties, and to assist stu- dents in the selection of the books they desire, are the two purposes of the Library Squad. It also sponsors, at various times, functions open only to the members of the squad. Miss James, Advisor. Kevin Sheard ....... ............................ L eader Victor Lewis ........ ....... A ssistant Leader page one hundred four TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT The school's Traffic Department serves Harris through its work in maintaining order in the corridors. It has recently been re- organized and the T.D. that has evolved serves as a splendid model for all students. Mr. David Heft, Advisor. Edwin Youngerman ..,......................,...,.. Chief Charles Terr .....,......... ........ C aptain Morton Aronstein ..... ,....... C aptain Gerard Mangone ........ 4..... L ieutenant Leon Levey ..........,.. ...... L ieutenant Leo Weiner .....,. X ,..... Lieutenant Philip Siegel ........ Ar..,. L ieutenant Harry Lederman ..... ,..... L ieutenant PAN-AMERICAN SOCIETY This Pan-American Society is the Harris chapter of the city Pan-American League. Its prime purpose is to sponsor a closer re- lationship between the students of the two Americas. Mr. Milton Schwartz, Advisor. John Healey ........,........,.,................ President Robert Hullar .......... ....... V ice-President Martin Fox ................. ............ S ecretary Andrew Christensen ,...... ........ T reasurer page one hundred five STAMP AND COIN CLUB The Stamp and Coin Club has as its pur- pose not only the material study of the stam s and coins of the different nations, but P more important, their significance. It also conducts many periodical contests. Dr. William Begg, Advisor. Milton Gendel ....... ............... P resident Sam Weissnlan ........ ........ V ice-President Seymour Blum ........ ................ S ecretary .Treasurer Stanley Wertheinl ....... ................. Emil Lovecki ........, ....... P ublicity Manager HI-Y SOCIETY This organization desires to promote in the school the principles of the Y.M.C.A. A study of all kinds of religions and religious sects constituted the work for the semester. Dr. Russell Stryker, Advisor. Robert Reynolds ...... ................ P resident Daniel Seegers ,...,. ........ V ice-President Norman Olson ...... .......... S ecretary Page one hundred six CHESS AND CHECKER CLUB The Chess and Checker Club serves its principal purpose by bringing together all boys skilled or interested in either of the popular games-chess or checkers. It also sponsors a series of tournaments. Mr. Devereux Robinson, Advisor. Gerard Mangone ........ ................... P resident Stewart Wagman ...................... Vice-President Arnold Roseman .....,...... Secretary-Treasurer SPANISH HONOR SOCIETY The Spanish Honor Society is a small, select group composed of those boys out- standing in the study of the Spanish lan- guage. It has endeavored to promote an in- terest among these students in matters re- lating to Spain and its culture. Mr. Milton Schwartz, Advisor. Robert Ehrenberg ....... ........,... P resident Joseph Hoffman ...... ....... V ice-President Newton Meltzer ........ .......... S ecretary page one hundred seven LAW AND DEBATING SOCIETY The Law and Debating Society has as its purpose the training of those boys aspiring to heights of oratorical glory. Through its many debating tournaments, discussions, and lectures upon topics of current interest, this end is accomplished. Mr. Brown, Advisor. Howard Kieval ..... ........................ P resident Max Kanner ............................ Vice-President Edwin Kernstock ............ Secretary-Treasurer Saul Berg ...,,......... ...... P rogram Manager ORCHESTRA The Townsend Harris Orchestra has as its sole purpose the entertainment of the stu- dents at the assemblies and the development of an appreciation for music at Harris. Mr. Goodhartz, Advisor. Nathan Heiger ...........,...................,.. President Saul Neiditz ....... ...,..,..... V ice-President Paul Radin ...,... ...... S ecretary-Treasurer page one hundred eight CURRENT HISTORY SOCIETY The avowed intention of the Current His- tory Society, as the name indicates, is to aid the students in following the swiftly-moving course of current events, and to provide a suitable background for their study. Dr. Jacob Landman, Advisor. David Rosenberg ...... ..,.........,...... P resident Adrian Schwartz t..... ............. V ice-President Austin Goldman .............. Recording Secretary John Horwitz ........ ....... E xecutive Secretary HATIKVAH SOCIETY The purpose of the Hatikvah Society is to assist students in the understanding of He- brew traditions, ideals and customs. Its mem- bers also, in their discussions, consider the various solutions of the present-day Jewish problems. Dr. David Klein, Advisor. Hillel Blondheim ...... ,...,..... P resident Morton Aronstein ...... ..... V ice-President Victor Kritzer .......... ................... S ecretary Samuel Friedman .....,........ Program Manager page one hundred nine VARSITY SHOW Probably the most brilliant comedy of character ever written by an American dram- atist was presented on January 5, 1934, in the Harris auditorium. The play, The Show-OH, had been previously presented to coast with great success, but doubt that the Harris cast meas- the standard set by professional . The play was ably directed by Mr. Adolphe, a student-teacher in the English department, who kindly consentad to super- vise the production. The dramatls personae, as a result of Mr. Adolphe's supervision, exe- ' ' h ' l of the cuted their roles brilllantlyg t e glr s Eastern District High School gave especially fine performances. from coast there is no ured up to performers The comedy concerns itself with the strug- gle of Aubrey Piper, the show-off, to satisfy his enormous egotism and at the same time to preserve his self-respect in the presence of discouraging obstacles. The satire also includes some masterful etchings in the character of the Piper family. Because of the tremendous success of this term's Varsity Qhow the school is assured of the continua- tion df this popular annual fall function. Cast of Characters ..........Mae Stone .......Rachael Katz ......Ava19 Edelman Mortimer Getzels ......Marvin Small Mrs. Fisher ...,.....,.......,........ Clara ........,.., Amy ............. ...... joe .,,,............,.. ....... Aubrey Piper ,........ ,...... Frank Hyland ....... ...... L awrence Dobkin page one hundred ten CLUB CONDITIONS I The clubs and societies fall into two nat- ural and distinct categories. Those which are unrelated to school subjects form the first group, while the second is composed of those societies having as their basis subjects per- taining to scholastic courses. The later or- ganizations have been created for the prime purpose of furthering an interest in the sub- jects with which they are allied, and include the Classical, Spanish, French, German, Science, and Art Societies. The Spanish and French Clubs, to promote a greater understanding of the nations with which they are related, have regularly pur- sued a uniform policy. This consists of a series of lectures and discussions upon vari- ous topics concerning repective countries. Similarly, the German Club studies the con- tributions of art, literature, and culture of the Teutonic race. In the Classical Society, however, a radical change of policy has been put into effect. Reorganized recently by Dr. Standerwick, this club has endeavored to stimulate personal initiative on the part of its members. Under the guidance of Mr. Hurlinger, the school's Science Club has also consistently found popularity through its weekly scien- tific addresses, discussions, and exhibitions. The Art Society, except for several displays, devotes its entire time to serving the school. Its activities have been of inestimable value to Harris. Although these clubs are founded upon the school curriculum, they are among the most representative institutions of Harris social life. page one hundred eleven CLUB CONDITIONS II The second type of Harris Club is that which is in no way related to the scholastic courses of study. In this category are in- cluded the Chess and Checker, the Stamp and Coin, the Dramatic, the Pan-American, the Hi-Y, the Hatikvah, and the Law and Debating Societies. The cause for their pop- ularity is quite obviousg the desire and de- mands of the students themselves are the very reason for their existence. The Pan-American Society is perhaps the most popular and important of this group. Having elected its own treasurer to the same office in the city Pan-American Association, it afforded Harris the honor of playing host to the delegates from forty other institutions. Its membership, however, as in the case of the Hatikvah Society, has for some inex- plicable reason steadily declined. This de- plorable situation may be attributed to a total lack of publicity. The Harris Law and Debating Club, long lamented as a stagnant organization, has 'ven every indication this semester of an gl awakening from its lethargy. Its meetings d' l have been marked not only by excee ing y large attendance, but also by continually splendid entertainment. The Stamp and Coin Club and the Chess and Checker organization have achieved at least temporary popularity by means of several school-wide tournaments in their respective fields. In a similar man- ' ll nce of its ner., through the startling exce e programs, the Hi-Y Society has gained dis- tinction during the past term. Despite all these seemingly encouraging facts, there is undoubtedly infinite room for improvements in the club situation. As has been shown by numerous precedents, how- ' b ' d b ever, perfection can only e attame y steady and constant progress. page one hundred twelve ATHLETIC SECTIIDN This past term has finally seen the much heralded turning point in Harris sports. With the elimination of several of our athletic ag- gregations from P.S.A.L. competition, an entirely new policy has been installed. Here- tofore, hopelessly outclassed, we were in- gloriously defeated in every phase of sport- dom. These constant defeats necessitated the removal from League competition of those teams which were unable to maintain com- mendable records. Now that our athletes are competing against opponents nearer our own calibre, we have finished the season with new glory. This movement has awakened Harris to the true realization of its standing. It was the bitter stimulant needed to rouse us from our lethargy. The punishment for failure to win any meets awoke a greater number of stu- dents to answer the call for candidates. It was their aim to try to alleviate this deplor- able state of affairs. It was gratifying to sec Harris start the battle to regain its former prestige in high school sportdom. Thus, with the knowledge that a truly constructive chap- ter has been added to our athletic scroll, we eagerly anticipate future triumphs. page one hundred thirteen Q :Ly 4 t X Xxx ., 1 'NS W if X I 1 XX Ss lx H X ' 'QA QVAVK t : f' SWIMMING TEAM The swimming team this semester, sad to relate, was no great improvement over its immediate predecessors, and enjoyed only a mediocre competitive season. Captained by Clifford Sager and John Lindquist, the latter one of the finest breast-strokers Townsend Harris has witnessed in many years, the natators were able to capture only a single P.S.A.L. meet, winning from Curtis in its final encounter of the term. However, in en- gagements with the City College Freshmen, Dwight, Franklin, and several other private institutions, the mermen emerged victorious by overwhelming scores. Encouraged by the surprising development of many lower classmen, Coach Counsellor, who recently relieved Mr. Cahn of the coach- ing duties of the squad, has hopes for a bril- liant showing in the next P.S.A.L. season. Clifford Sager and John Lindquist .... Captains George Tomlinson ,lay Counsellor ..... Morton Stark Fred Weldon Henry Hofheimer, William Mullin Morton Deutch Woodrow Most David Bradshaw Stanley Karlin J 'Manager Coach Thomas Durrance William Friedman John Mencke George Tomlinson Herbert Wallenstein Dana Knox Thomas Clark Henry Fraas page one hundred fourteen SOCCER TEAM Robert Goldberger... Leonard Feldman ........ Mr. Zasaloff ............ Jacob Bryer Louis Galli Jack Kramer Karl H. Buss Emil Lovecky William Grooh David Beitler .........Captain .......Manager .........Coach Herbert White Martin Singer Bernar Benn d Cooper ett Sallman Leon Goldenberg Sunther Wolschina Wally Oppenheimer FENCING TEAM John Henry ....... Ed Ehrenberg ....,.. Mr. Montague ,...... Martin Fox Max Goldstein Raphael Uffner .........Captain .......Manager ......,..Coach Edward Kernstock Victor Friedman David Greenberg Harold Yellin page one hundred fifteen Gerald Sophar Harold Nemser ATHLETIC LEADERS As a result of the enormous stress laid upon scholastic achievement in Harris, the importance of athletic endeavor is greatly underestimated. The student enters the school with the false conviction that there is but one correct course for him-studies, and studies alone. Consequently, the greater part of every team is composed of seniors. It is only then that Harrigtes deem it worth while to par- ticipate in sports. Graduation then takes its usual toll, but with more effect as time pro- gresses, for each new batch of freshmen presents a younger age average, and a group of comparatively smaller stature. A distinct classical atmosphere is apparent ln the make-up of the average Harrisite. He seems to believe that there are no lields to conquer save that of marks. The reason for this is his inability to deHne education. To him study seems to be the sole, ultimate goal of the public high school. He neglects the athletic sphere and so renders his education incomplete. There are, however, in Harris a few who recognize the importance of athletic en- deavor. These boys are the real leaders of the school. They do not seek a path that has been well-trod and carefully marked out by their predecessorsg they have suflicient be- lief in their abilities to employ their own initiative and make themselves invaluable to their Alma Mater. They form the only means by which Harris may escape being dubbed a school devoid of everything but scholars. page one hundred sixteen CRIMSUN AND GULD SECTIIIN Thousands of years ago the Pharaohs strove to erect their pyramids to unprece- dented heights. These everlasting monu- ments might be likened to the stupendous literary pyramid that the Crimson and Gold exemplifies. Each semester has marked the placing of another stone upon this edifice of achievement. At last, after a decade of pub- lications, the apex of the pyramid ap- proaches. The magazine is becoming more and more the embodiment of all Townsend Harris life. Although this magazine is sponsored by the Senior Class, it is a publication repre- sentative of the entire school. Every section has its editor who compiled serious, humor- ous, and interesting facts about each class and its members. Therefore what was pre- viously a catalogue of facts has resolved itself into an artistic and worthy literary creation. The massive pyramids still stand, unmoved by Time. And today, the Crimson and Gold, into an artistic and worthy literary creation. after a decade of struggling, remains the viously a catalogue of facts has resolved itself symbol of Harris efficiency and cooperation. It will not be long before the Crimson and Gold reaches that point where it may be con- sidered a perfectly polished publication. Then the students will look back and regard the January, 1934, issue as perhaps one of the finest in literary skill and genius, and one of the many great steps towards nearing the ultimate perfection of the Townsend Harris High School Yearbook. page one hundred seventeen IN APPRECIATION The Crimson and Gold takes this oppor- tunity to express sincere gratitude to those nine members of the faculty, each of whom gave unsparingly and unselfishly of himself in order that this might prove a better magazine. To Mr. Albert P. D'Andrea, under whose capable guidance the Art Staff gained the necessary artistic and creative inspirationg To Mr. Jacob A. Friedman, whose finan- cial genius was indispensable to the Business Boardg To Mr. David Goldway, whose invaluable assistance and advice materially aided the production of the literary sectiong To Mr. Bernard Perlmutter, leader of the efficient staff of salesmen which assured a large circulation early in the termg To Mr. Irwin Rothman, who supervised the intensive and successful advertising campaigng And to Messrs. Canfield, Dennett, Land- man, and Penn for their wholehearted co- loperationg-we express our thanks. We acknowledge our heartfelt gratitude to these gentlemen without whose combined support and aid, issuance of an outstanding and successful Crimson and Gold would have been a well-nigh impossible task. To the utmost, they are deserving of the meager and limited tribute which we tender. page one hundred eighteen EXECUTIVE STAFF Henry Maas ............ ....... E ditor-in-Chief Solomon Chaikin ..,... ..... B usiness Mgr. Gerald Kitay ............ ................ A rt Editor Thomas Durrance ..4..,.......... Managing Editor Robert Van Santen .......... Photography Editor Mortimer Podell ....... .......... A ssociate Editor William Friedman ...... ..,.... A ssociate Editor Eugene Lang .......,...,... ...... A dvertising Mgr. Harry M. Simon, Jr. .........,.. Technical Editor Though the eHorts of the Crimson and Gold staff this semester were centered on the literary work, much credit is due to both the art and business boards. Since the plan of this book necessitates an illustration for every page where no photograph appears, the art staffis responsibilities were practically dou- bled. Not alone did it undertake a task which previous groups had been unable to handle, but it produced every cut, including the cover, in linoleum. The business board was obliged to alter previous photograph scales and suc- cessfully arrange for a new system. A greater number of individual pictures proved to be additional work for the staff, but it ably mas- tered its problems. The literary content of this issue requires no comment. The indus- trious efforts of the entire Crimson and Gold staff, we hope, have been amply rewarded. page one hundred nineteen CRIMSON AND GOLD Literary Staff Bennett Sallman .....,................ Literary Editor Maximilian Price .......... Asst. Literary Editor Robert Ehrenberg ...,........ Senior Class Editor Richard Witkin ......... ......... E ditorial Chief Morton Stark ....,....................... Humor Editor Fred Charlton .............................. Club Editor Burton Shepard, U.A Murray Silberstein, L.A Everett Cohen, U.B Martin Kleinbard, L.B Lloyd Weissenbach, U.C Joseph Bellak, L.C Leon Levey James Vlamos Lloyd Soll Eugene Spitz Robert Pelz Newton Walker Edwin Pommer Robert Hewitt Alan Jacobson Edwin Rubenstein Art Staff Harold Fleck Henry Maas Eugene Spitz Samuel Achs Tobias Weiss Edward Lohse Milton Gendel Henry Pressman Newton Meltzer Business Board Henry Hofheimer, Jr ..... ...... C irculation Mgr. Marvin Flehenger ............ Asst. Adv. Manager Maxwell Kern John Clisham Israel Bezman Alan Rosenbloom Arnold Roseman Abraham Dubin David Beitler Richard Beitler Victor Lewis ......... ........... A sst. Phot. Mgr. Harold Hessing .....,.. ........ A sst. Phot. Mgr. page one hundred twenty AU PH fm : Ax I 15 Q977' v .1 Q L. I N' ZS lk ii 4 Q Xiiwiffb Y DVERTI SECTIO When the good gentleman who is respon- sible for the expression 'sThe Apple Does Not Fall Far From the Tree wrote his fa- mous proverb, he most assuredly did not have the Townsend Harris Crimson and Cold in mind. Eleven years ago the Crimson and Gold, an apple Il0l yet ripe, was dropped by a group of ambitious students. It has fallen far during this comparatively short period- so far that one would not believe so mag- nihcent a fruit was nurtured by such a humble tree. If credit is to be given for the success of this publication we may attribute it to the eleven different sets of editors who toiled sincerely to improve its literary content, or to the eleven art staffs which advanced its appearance, but we must not neglect to give our advertisers the credit due to them. For it is their patronage which has made possible all these publications. The space filled by their advertisements is not just so much waste and consequently to be ignored. 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