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

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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

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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

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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