Yeshiva University High School For Boys - Elchanite Yearbook (New York, NY)

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A fireball C1IlCS1'l0lI,,, nzuifered be, In a fone fairly pleading for synzpaiby. Tbe Edie! of Nanfes? O misery! How Can I bil' wbaf I ean't see? Up io tbe Renaissance bave we learned Bn! fbe Edief of Nanfes we bave spurned! In a flasb Dorn whipped over sfrilze nunzber Iwo, And soon fbe erowd began to boo! But Slugger, like Casey in days of old, Sfared at fbe pifeber in a nzanner bold. And now a lesson fo Doe would be feaeb, He grified bis ieeib and began bis speeeb. 'PHOIL' ean you do if? You ibrew fbaf one low! Besides, I was onf of ibe baiier's box, you know! Tbe Crowd ebeered on fbe dismal Abe, For fbe wisdom fbaf poured from fine inoufb of fbe baba But Doe raised bis band and eaeb froze in bis seal' Wbile bis bear! iieked slowly in a fearful beaf. Sfrilz.e fbree, Slugger! You bane fbree :eebers', You are nou' reeruifed for frays and papers! Fiffeen for eaeb and five more fbereaffer Makes sixiy frays! and be roared in langbfer. So you fbink. you are Clever enougb for zeinning . . . Tbe gauze u'as over, affer bardly beginning. Ob, fbere was no joy in T. A. fbaf day, For anofber was sfarfefl on bis lonesome zeay To earry frays in fbe Tray Brigade , XVbieb is full of boys, as bas been said, W' bose ebirp was sqnelebezl before fbey eonld sing, By Spifball Doe -fbi' Sfrikeonf King. ISRAEL. ZUCKERMAN twenty-one

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jhe Sfriheouf 0 ,Mdfory With apologies to Casey at the Bat It was a day that will go down in history. The ball game was a mystery. Strikeout Doc was on the team, A pitcher of superb esteem. A clever player, he could throw a pitch That would baffle the batter before he could twitch. In front of him stood, in first position, Slugger Abe, on a mighty mission. He could hit that hall almost a mile And on his face was a winning smile. What's the Edict of N antes? whizzed the Doc , Slugger hacked away, as if from a shock. Strike one!', called Doc in a haughty tone, And from the crowd came a pitiful 1ll0dll. In his little hook he quickly put down The record of the pitch, without a frown. For he knew that Slugger had not known the answer, And this gave him the advantage of fanning this prancer twenty

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O., gm. Benton carefully shifted the packages to his other hand as he crossed the street. His hands were sweating and he didn't want the package spoiled. A grin of self-satisfaction crossed his face. It belonged to him now. He was happy, very happy. He waited until the traffic light turned green and crossed the street. He walked three blocks down Broadway and turned east on ninety-eighth street. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was still h L d h . . . . . 9 ot an e was sweating, but in his apprehension he didn t notice it. He glanced at his watch and started walking a little faster. Suddenly he stopped, not wanting to believe what he saw. There, on the corner, stood Dutch and his henchman-the big guy they call Bitsy. Dutch's eyes were fixed on the package in Benton's right hand. For the first time that afternoon Benton noticed the sun and realized that he was sweating. He began to feel very uncomfortable but the sight of Dutch walking towards him with murder in his eye made him oblivious of that fact. Dutch wanted that package. Stay cool and figure out how to get away, he said to himself. Dutch was still across the street standing on the southeast corner. Benton had almost reached the southwest corner. He decided to run south the minute he reached the corner. There was a subway station two blocks down. They wouldn,t attack him there. There were too many people. Fear left him and his eyes sparkled with newborn hope. He reached the corner and was about to turn and run down the avenue when he saw another of Dutch's gang waiting for him. Clutching twenty-two