Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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Senior Class Song (Tune of “Marching Along Together”) W e've studied here for many a year And we have learned a lot. Alas! we must go now; where, we know not. Our mem’ries here are very dear. And we love this old school; So ere we part now, we’ll obey its rule. We give you this tune; our own senior song. So please sing it as we go along— Chorus: Our time has come to leave you, So farewell, dear Lawrence High. We never will forget you. And we’ll return bye and bye. You were our only teacher. Ever steadfast and true. Though on life’s trails we must venture now. And we must go along. We’ll always sing your praises out. With poetry and song. We go with regrets and a sigh. As we leave dear old Lawrence High. Nathaniel Barish. 934 Page twenty-nine

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is being stolen, as it might be with these many socialites and royal personages milling about Madame Langfelder is accompanied by her understudy. Miss Rhoda Kanner, an aspiring young actress with much verve and incom-patability, who goes into mourning after each shattered romance so that the poor child is continually in black. Her constant companion is Lord Thomas, a Leitch on the royal pocketbook. Next to his Lordship sits Sir Joel Laskey. He is wan and thin, poor man, for he has been preparing plans for a high-school yearbook, and is now busily engaged, (with, of course not to) his charming little secretary, Ruth Rosenberg, the very picture of penned-up energy? ? ? With Sir Joel is his nurse. Miss Elvira Rinder, from whom he takes his medicine quite willingly. (Well! Wouldn’t you?) The court jester, Melvin Liebowitz, has just finished mimicking the children’s tutor, Air. Nathaniel Barish, but the latter is patient, for he believes in the old adage, “Humor a fool and see your dentist at least twice a year”. The throng is startled by the sudden entrance of Marvin (Come Out) Chaiken, captain of the Guards. “Victory,” (Weckstein) he shouts, “we won, 12-0.” “Hurrah,” everyone screams, and jumps up to welcome the conquering heroes. The flower girls, Nona Ernstein, Marion Fertel, Breda Gleason, Eleanor Grainger, Mary Hannon, Mildred Shearer, and Hazel W est, sprinkle pansies upon the brave, stalwart fighters, who are now massed in the ballroom, with Walter Donovan, Ernest Broadhurst, Richard Cleaver, and George Walker bringing up the rear. But alack and alas! 'Tis a sad sight, for only half the number remains, though they are alive and kicking, aye, alive and kicking. Jerry Danowitz, the chemical mixer is missing a curl; Milt Grossman and Edgar Kearn support themselves on one crutch. The two Daniels, Pollera and Richfield smile weakly at Lady Gertrude Berkowitz, with Jay Silberman, Myron Sterngold and Marshall Tulin, getting along swimmingly under torrents of praise. During the tumult. King Sanford mounts the dais on which stand the thrones, and whispers a few words into Crier Coleman’s ear, upon which the latter sounds his trumpet for silence: “His Majesty desires that we sing the national anthem in honor of today’s brilliant victory.” Everyone acclaims the suggestion, and the ladies of the ensemble prepare to do the national jig. led by Hope Kaliski, Adele Omark, Grace Harding. Muriel Jacobson. Adele Lewis, Annabelle McCoy, and Jean Meek. Our marvelous baritone, Anthony Napoli, assisted by Anthony Conte di Contino, (wuz yo’ all addressin' me, suh?) tests his vocal cords, much to everyone’s ultimate discomfort, while the female court orchestra, conducted by Pauline Breitbart, and composed of Shirley Meyer, Vera Mesibov. Julia Pastor, Anna Ponte, Helen Planthaber, Helen Reilly, Elaine Remsen, Florence Slater, and Yolanda Tripodo. tune up their instruments. Just as they are about to begin. Lord Morton Winkle dashes into the group, shouting, “Lady Lipkint’s horse came in first at the A1 Smith Brown Derby with Thomas Pizzigati jockeying!” At this information, Lady Ruth gasps, turns pale, throws up her hands, and faints. The orchestra, hoping to revive her wilted Ladyship, blares the Lawrencian national anthem, terminated by the appropriate designation, “The land of the Spree and the home of the Knave”. (Chief Scribe) Josephenes Farringtonicles. Page twenty-eight

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£, awrencLcm Senior Class Play With their usual ingenuity, originality, and perspicacity, the Senior Class did the unprecedented and presented a murder-mystery, “The Thirteenth Chair”. This was indeed the peer of all previous productions, and was a huge success financially as well as artistically, due to Miss Ellsworth’s untiring efforts. The play was given on the evenings of March 22 and 2.3, 1934, at number three school, and great was the eagerness with which it was awaited. Excitement ran high in the dressing rooms as “les artistes” made up for their parts, and prepared to launch or be launched upon the stage; and fast heat the hearts of their proud “ma’s and pa’s” as they awaited, with expectant eyes, their talented progeny. Finally, after much last minute primping, the time came for the curtain to rise, revealing as it did so, Rhoda Kanner and Joh Farrington, tripping the light fantastic. They did well with the parts of Helen O’Neill and Will Crosby, who hoped to “tie the knot” very soon. While engrossed in professing their love, Mrs. Crosby, Will’s mother, enters, in the person of Ruth Lipkint, who carried her part with great naturalness and effectiveness. After Mrs. Crosby, dutifully follows “Papa Crosby”, interpreted by Bernard Brod with a mustache ’n all. A little scene takes place with Mother. Father. Son. and Daughter-in-law-to-be, interrupted bv the appearance of Victor Cohen, playing the part of Edward Wales. THE VICTIM OF THE KILLER ! He is done away with in the first act, regretful because of his fine work. A heated scene ensues between Will and Wales, but the situation is relieved by the entrance of the Crosbys’ dinner guests: Mary Eastwood: a woman who is always doing what she shouldn’t. Cap-tivatingly played by Ruth Rosenberg. Helen Trent: ill’s sister, unwilling to accept the consequences of her own actions. Charmingly performed by Carolyn Chaikin. Braddish Trent. Helen’s husband: happy-go-lucky and likeable, played so naturally by John Peyser. Howard Standish: a believer in pomp and circumstance. Accuratelv interpreted by Foster Rosenthal. Phillip Mason: an artist, temperamental and sensitive, although the murderer of two men. Excellently portrayed by Jerry Adler. Elizabeth Erskine: the daughter of a banker and “proud of it”. Well played by Vera Mesibov. Grace Standish: the loving sister of Howard. Interpreted in fine style by Ruth Frankfurter. Also, Wallace Hopkins as Pollock, a gentleman butler grown old with the family. Joel Laskey, offering an auspicious performance as the inspector. Tim Donahue. Page thirty