Far Rockaway High School - Dolphin Yearbook (Far Rockaway, NY)

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HOME OF TODAY BY ADELAIDE SCHIFF What has become of the home that we knew? The boys are of to war, and Dad grows restless, too. I guess I'm not the soldier I promised them I'd be I know the way I'm crying, they would not be proud of me. But, Oh, I miss the banging door, and the laughter on the stairs, And the way they used to go for my special chocolate layers. I even miss the muddy footprints they left on the rug, And the way they had of stealing up and giving me a hug. I keep their pictures close .to me, and save their every letter. Sometimes I read them over and it helps me to feel better. I just ean't help remembering when they were little tots, And we were all together, Oh, it ties my heart in knots. Dad says if he were younger hefd help them fight this war, And though I don't dare say it, I'm glad he's 54. Standing in the boys' room, I try hard not to mind, 'Mid the trophies and the banners, there's comforlt here, I find. For they left this without grulmbling, only a brave, sweet smile, And, Don't worry, Mom, remember, it,s only for a while. So I'll keep right on smiling, and wait for that day when I'll hear the front door banging, and the boys walk through again. THE DECISIVE MOMENT BY EVELYN GOLDMAN His face was torn with anguish, With sorrow and with fear, The time of great deeision Was definitely near. The erowd became impatient Would he cofmmit this sin? He gathered courage, though, Say, Bud, can I cut in? and said, 53

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Across the rolling waves they came, Hard pressed hy tyrants' tyranny, And fought a fight that we still fight, A struggle for Democracy. A fight once won, Yet just begun. Across the rolling hills they toiled To till the soil, and reap the grain, To feed the child for greater gain. The harvest reaped, The seed just sown. Across the rolling plains they came, On rolling wheels in search of gold, And some grew rich and sonze grew 0 ld, Few found gold, and none found gold, Yet all found gold. Wfatch the gently rolling furrows, As the plowman swiftly burrows Through the rich hlacla heavy soil. Watch the golden grain now growing, Rippling in the hreezes hlowing Row on row of yellow corn. An-rl' the hlood -red sun now setting, brings to all A call to arms. See them come from east and west, From many different places, Withoiit regard for race or creed, To fill our country's greatest need, For men to fight for freedom. Across the rolling waves they came, Hard pressed hy tyrants' tyranny, And fought a fight that we still fight, A struggle for Democracy. A fight once won, Yet just hegun . . . S2 GOLD AND WHEELS BY SEYMOUR VALL M I s 'A .na .1 -us , , 1,2 5. E f i Aix so . , 2 '

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f SUSIE'S DILEMMA x BY ROSLYN CAHN 94 Clad in a short blue and red plaid skirt, a green horizontal striped long-sleeved blouse, an orange vertical-striped cardigan flung over her shoulders, brown loafers with yellow and pink argyle sox, she walked along the street. She had lipstick all over her face, curlers in her hair, and a sign on her back reading, Babies cry for Getsom's pills. Why don't you get some today? Her name was Susie. She was pledging for the Happiness Girls Without Fellows A. C. They were the smart girls around school, who liked poetry. In fact, the A. C. that they added to their name stood for Admirers of Cipling. She was cute, and seventeen. She didnlt look her age. People thought she wasn't older than fourteen. She was walking along swinging her books. Her only care was whether she'd get into the club or not. Besides that, she was very happy, life was wonderful. She had got a picture of Windy, and the girls at school had admired it. Yes, he definitely had oomph.', If only she were four years older, or three years, or two, even if she were eighteen. Why there was a difference in one year. Oh, life was awful. She opened the door and noticed a sailor's cap on the inside hall table. It was probably jimmie's friend's brother's cap. Jimmie was Susie's brother. His friend's brother was home on a forty-eight hour liberty. He wanted to meet that cute little girl, but Susie was too intent on joining the Happiness Girls. She couldn't get away from the corner where she had to stand, dressed up, for her initiation. She walked up the steps, dismissing the thought from her mind, when she heard a click. The third step was probably loose. Opening the door of her room, she threw a kiss to the photograph of Alan Ladd, and put a Frank Sinatra record on the phono- graph. Life was beautiful, she decided as she lay on her bed. But, oh, Windy was coming home soon. If only she were a little more sophisticated. If only she were a few years older she'd really welcome Windy when he'd come home. If only her mother had bought that black dress for her, the one she had seen in a window downtown. Life was disgusting. Perfectly flat. She got up from the bed and sat down in front of her dressing table. She gazed at the Alan Ladd photo. Oh, he was beautiful. She must see his new picture. Yep, he had oomph. She changed the Frank Sinatra record. He was good also. So was life. fCont. on P. 652 54