Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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did. not burlesque or deride in some fashion. For as we have tried to indicate briefly, there is something present beyond this laughter, some- thing more than just an innate desire to be flippant and witty. To quote Bernard De Voto: ln Mark Twain's humor, disenchant- ments, the acknowledgment of defeat, the realization of futility find a maturer expression. l-le laughs and, for the first time, American litera- ture possesses tragic laughter. LAURA KRON Mu Dciilu -I-Pip lo School lnvariably I gather my books the last moment, trip over the milk bottle outside our door, kiss my mother hurriedly on the ear, call, Any mail? to the mailman as l tie a shoestring on the third step, and dash out without even waiting for his apathetic nod, or more often, negative grunt. The noisy heave of the glass door behind me marks the begin- ning of my journey to school. Generally, my timing is so perfect that if, in my stride, l take in the streets and people as one dashing continuous blur, I reach my room at 8:00 o'clock on the split second. From long experience, however, l can distinguish enough outline to shout Hello, to several people, glance at a blaring headline, note the weather, smile at the little boys on their way to school, thumbing the passing cars, and hurriedly mumble the lines of a poem or a verb, depending upon what l have the first period. It is with utter disregard that l pass by the apple woman and the man with the song sheets. It is with complete indifference that l hear on all sides comments on whether the digging around the school is for graves for seniors, or freshmen-l know of the existence of these things only through the faculties of my sub-conscious mind, which functions intermittentlytduring the day, and which reports on things noted on my way to school. And there is always a great deal to think about, and many things present themselves to me many times throughout the day, for l have traversed the entire and lengthy distance of one city block. HARRIET SPECTOR

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I-lis first words, I have written a poem, were greeted by shrieks of laughter. But I have written a serious poem! I mean it! he replied earnestly.-More laughter. I-lere it is, he continued, producing the manuscript. The hilarious spectators laughed and applauded more than ever. I shall not read it,l' he announced in despair, putting away the script amid the laughter and applause of a highly amused audience. A similar scene occurred a short while later, when lvlr. Clemens was addressing a group of Columbia University students. As he appeared upon the platform to deliver a serious address, a spectator laughed loudly. The humorist, who at the time was grieving deeply over the recent death of one of his children, walked dejectedly from the stage. In the corridor, he chanced upon the young son of the dean. Patting thelchilcl, kindly upon the head, he said wistfully, My boy, never be a c own. When his finances were at their lowest ebb, a report was circu- lated throughout America that Mark Twain was dead. The humorist, who was able to keep his wit alive despite the numerous hardships he was forced to endure, dispatched the following message to a news- paper: The report of my death is greatly exaggerated. lt was after this message, which literally caused a continent to laugh,'that he published the book which might well be called his most facetious work, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. The satirical, fantastic wit of the author is at its height when he portrays the Connecticut man as one who rides out at dawn in a suit of medieval armor and gradually becomes overheated under the mount- ing sun in what he calls that stove. A fly gets between the bars of his visor, and he cannot reach his handkerchief in his helmet to wipe the sweat from his streaming face, at last, when he cannot bear it any longer, he dismounts at the side of a brook and makes the distressed damsel, who has been riding behind him, take off his helmet and fill it with water and pour gallon after gallon down the collar of his wrought iron cutaway. Mark Twain boundlessly created laughter. There were very few elements in government, democracy, and justice of his own era that he

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