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

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, 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

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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

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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