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

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reading that in extreme cases of mental anxiety, the poisons of the body are driven to the head, causing the hair to turn grey within aa short a period as twenty-four hours. In extremely rare cases, the person seems to age entirely. My chancel he ejaculated. My chancel Nobody can recog- nize me now! My one prayer has been answered! I have paid for my sins! I can start out anew! It isn ' t too late! I ' m a new man! A startled nurse came over and quieted him. You must rest, admonished the nurse. I can rest and for the first time! breathed the man with a sigh of relief. Oh blessed sleep! The heritage of every honest man! The nurse wondered what he was muttering about — probably delirium. The nurse turned to call the doctor. The doctor came over. He bent over the patient. In a moment, the doctor straightened up, shaking his head negatively as if nothing more could be done. The nurse handed the doctor a hyperdermic. The doctor motioned it away with his hand. No, it wasn ' t necessary. A sedative wasn ' t needed, for with a pleasant sigh, the man fell into a deep sleep of peace — everlasting peace. CNW ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

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You never gave anybody a chance. Oh please, beseeched the trapped one pitifully, Please don ' t let nne die! I ' ll be good! I ' ll never steal again! I ' ll never — look — here — this valise full of money — this cursed valise — here — look — I ' m spil- ling out all the money — look — two thousand thousand dollars! Ha-ha- ha . . . The apparitions vanished. The hysterical man became a bit more sane. The water, which had reached his shoulders, shocked him back into reality. He watched the glimmering waters creep slowly upwards. Through his mind, but in a saner fashion, came thoughts, profound thoughts. I don ' t deserve to live . . . But I don ' t want to die! Oh, if only I had a chance ... I could make good . . . but no, what chance have I . . . even if I don ' t drown like a rat, I ' ll be picked up by the police . . . I ' ll get mine . . . the chair . . . Slowly, the seconds stretched into days, the minutes stretched into years, the hours stretched into centuries. Between fits of madness and fits of cold sanity, the man watched his death creep up on him. This was a torture worthy of the ancient Chinese. The man, for the first time In his life, prayed, prayed for blessed unconsciousness, ob- livion — . But no, as if some power kept him awake, he could not get away from himself. The water was up to his lips. He stood on tiptoe, neck outstretched. The candle began flickering for want of oxygen. The water began to rise . . . then suddenly, it receded. Was that a prank of his imagination? Was that . . . Then came to the trapped man blessed unconsciousness. He came to on a cot in an emergency hospital. Opening won- dering eyes, the man took in his surroundings. Rows of cots were on all sides of him. He looked about furtively. He was a wanted man . . . His photograph was in every police station . . . He put a hand to a throbbing forehead. Wh-what was that on his skin — or was it his skin? It seemed wrinkled. Perceiving a small, round eye- doctor ' s mirror on a table beside him, he leaned over and picked it up. He peered into it. A gasp of surprise escaped his lips. In the mirror he saw — not the hard- ened, young criminal, but an old, wrinkled, gray-headed man. Was he still dreaming or perhaps delirious? No, the face in the mirror was his. Wh-what-how-how was this possible . . . The man suddenly saw the light. Yes, that must be it! He remembered once ONE HUNDRED AND THREE

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PEACE AND THE STUDENT During the last two years there has been a sudden awakening of anti-war feeling among the students of Annerica. The advent of Hitler and the turning of Europe once more into an armed camp have caused a war scare throughout the world. It was only natural, therefore, that the students, who would be the fighters in the next war, should get to- gether and show that they had no desire to fight. The methods decided upon were strikes and peace assemblies. The assemblies, such as the ones presented at Harris with varying success, have served, for the most part admirably, to educate students, whereas the strikes have demonstrated that the student WILL NOT fight. Both of these steps are steps in the right direction, but they are pitifully small steps. The time has come when the methods must be changed. Congress knows by now that the American student does not want war, but that won ' t keep us out. If students continue to strike militantly against the abstract War, they will succeed only in alienating the authorities from their cause. Peace depends upon more than students ' unwillingness to fight. Eco- nomic and political factors enter into the problem. If students are practical they will look for a practical solution. The people of the United States are confronted with several alternatives, among them the course of simple neutrality, isolation, and cooperation by the United States with the other nations of the world to preserve peace. Students should study each of these theories, decide which is most effective, and back it with all the militancy at their disposal. They must, in addition, present a united front against those who would lead us into war. That is the only way in which they can attain their goal. THE EDI TOR rw ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE