Brownmoor School - El Alacran Yearbook (Phoenix, AZ)

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Ambition sees no face so beautiful as th which shines from beneath a crown. Charity Club ..A. .... 4 Journalism .,.. .... 4 Bell Staff ,..,,,. .,., 4 Co-Editor of Bell ....,. .... 4 El Alacran Board .,.,,.. .,.. 4 Business Editor of Alacran . . . . . .4 Honor Roll .....,,..,.. .... 4 Juniper Captain . . , . . . .4 Juniper Team .... .... 4 Sqluckz 14m 'fountain Los Angeles, California Pensive brown eyes and long auburn hair are dis- tinguishing characteristics of an individual who will always hold a special place in the hearts of all those who know her. Of physical charms, Sylvia has received more than her share, but even with her unforgettable beauty, her inner qualities are the determining factors in her personality. Her sincerity, strong moral fiber, dependability, her wonderful sense of humor and genuine warmth and understanding make her The object of our affections. Coming to school this year, a senior, not knowing anyone, she soon had friends on the four corners of the campus. She is definitely an outstanding member of the class of '56, one who enters into all fun, all activities, and yet maintains a straight A average. Syl's good iudgment, love of life, her sense of value we shall all remember, a'nd no matter what road in life she takes, we feel she will be a success, for she is that kind of person.

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The sun sent its shining rays peeping over the edge of my snug little cloud - and I buried my head in the frosty whiteness, trying to catch a few more winks of precious sleep. Knowing that this was useless, I resigned myself to the fact that I must get up and set out on my daily tasks. After washing my face in raindrops that had nestled in my cloud, I slipped into my clean white robe and flipped my halo on as best I could with one hand. After leisurely eating breakfast, which somehow seemed to take on the horrid appearance of chocolate cake and orange iuice, I realized that I had a few extra moments be- fore I had-to report to Pete fSt. Peter to youl. I straightened out the ruffles in my cloud and then sat down to plunk out a few bars of Darling Je Vous Aime Beaucoup on my battered but beautiful harp. No more had I gotten out the line about I love you yes I do - when that confounded trumpet nearly iolted me out of my celestial home. I marched indignantly up to the pearly gates - ready to put old Pete through a wall. Seeing my old friend pac- ing up and down mumbling to himself made me forget my speech about Why in heaven's name must you have the volume on that trumpet so loud. Pete stopped and stuck his hands in his pockets - Huss he said, I've got troubles . Knowing that I was the chief advisor, I offered my help, and then asked what was the matter. We haven't been receiving many new recruits lately, Huss, and I'm supposed to report to the higher authority tonight. I really don't know where I'm go- ing to round up people to push up daisies on such short notice. Do you think you could possibly take a day off from counting your sunbeams, and go and gather a few thousand people to get up here? Thinking over this interrogation - I decided that I could do this small favor for Pete, who had been so kind to me. I agreed and, bidding adieu - hopped in my blue and white Pontiac fheavenly colors, you knowl pushed the gold starter button - and took off like an angel out of heaven, for parts unknown. Never having learned how to drive, I couIdn't handle the power steering very well, and I found myself out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Driving frantically up and down the middle, I finally spotted a navy sub- marine churning through the water. On deck, I discovered Lynne casually swabbing the deck - and in her famil- iar melodious warbling she gave out with excerpts from Anchors Away . Behind her, peeping out of port- holes, were eleven little Anchors Away. Because of Lynne's love of cooking, and its after-effects, the head sailor of the family has taken over the mess hall. fAnd believe me, when he took it over, it was appropriately titled., Time was flying, and I decided to do the'same. Speedily winging my way south, I came across a tribe of African Bushmen - and there in the midst of them all was LittIe Buttercup , with basket in hand. Trying to teach kindergarten to little Africans is something of a chore, but Peg seemed to be doing quite well. Between all the grunts and groans of her pupils, Peg's voice rose loud and clear over the din of the iungle - A - B - C - etc. Yes, Peggy has attained what she wanted in life - to teach little ones . I don't imagine the locality was the exact place she wanted to teach, but - one has to begin somewhere - and Africa is iust as good as anywhere. Good luck, Peg! Don't let those witch doctors sweep you off your feet. Sailing along in the blue - thinking of where I could find some prospects for heaven, I suddenly thought of Sue Morse. I knew she had wanted to be a diplomat - and was somewhere in Europe. So I took a right turn at Egypt, and peeked over the side of the cloudmobile. There in King Farouk's court was Sue and I could tell that her diplomacy had led her to far corners of the world. Apparently King Farouk had asked her to become a mem- ber of his harem, and Sue took him up on it. Pardon me if I turn green with envy, but it would be nice. Oh well, back to my iob. After leaving Egypt I decided to make a quick spin to New York, and see how Suze Hunter was doing. Suze's ambition in life was to be a great piano player, and gossip had it that her dream had become a reality. So I decided to take a few minutes off my job, and see how the old gal was doing. While on my way to Carnegie Hall, I passed over Gimbels and I happened to look down into the hubbub of the crowd. What met my eyes nearly shocked the death out of me - for there was Suze - giving public demonstrations on a toy piano in the chiIdren's department. Oh well, time will tell about this girl. Maybe she'II get to Carnegie Hall after all - I surely hope so. After leaving New York, I took a short jump to Chicago where I'd hoped to find Piclge. Her ruthless nature had placed her in many of the nation's headlines as Most Wanted Gun MolI . I noticed her crossing a busy intersection - carrying a satchel Iwhich I assumed held that beautiful and necessary greenl. She kept Iooki' 1 over her shoulder - and I imagine it was for those men that got away back in the old Brownmoor days. Do. worry, Sugar, you'Il find them yet - iust remember to keep fighting - it'II be worth it. I stepped on the gas - and flew over the rooftops of Chicago to my next stop. I The rolling hills of Oklahoma soon were beneath me - and I swooped down to catch a better glimpsf . I saw a tribe of Osage Indians doing a fire dance, and there in the midst of all the fire was Sylvia Medicine-Man Tomlin. Her ambition was to be a,doctor and she has accomplished this dream with the greatest of ease. Althf Jgh she actually couIdn't be termed Medicine Man , she does have some connection with medicine. She is the .chief veterinarian for the Osage tribe - and you can see her making her daily rounds of the tribal horses, feeding them Zilatones by the bale. You've succeeded, Syl! Keep up the good work.