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_ ■ ■ ttfv , ' • ' •• ■■ ' •■■- ■ -■■ ■■ ;■. ' ... -0) ' ' ' Stern College for Women Yeshiva University 1959 5719 III This yearbook is dedicated to the classes of 1960, 1961, and 1962. THOSE HAVING LAMPS WILL PASS THEM ON TO OTHERS Our President Great men are they who see that spirit- ual is stronger than any material force, that thoughts rule the world. Dr. Samuel Belkin To the Seniors of Stern College for Women : As you complete your education at Stern College for Women, I extend to you my sincerest congratulations and wish you every success in your future endeavors. Your outstanding scholastic attainments reflect honor upon yourselves, your families, and your Alma Mater. The Jewish woman throughout history has contributed immeasurably to the welfare of our people. Traditionally, she has been the first teacher of our youth, introducing them to the vast treasures of Jewish culture. Hers has been the respon- sibility of imbuing the home with the spirit of Godliness that is the sole foundation for the truly moral life. Because of her immense influence for good, the home has been characterized as a major sanctuary of our faith. Thus, the Jewish woman has made possible the continuation of our sacred heritage down through the ages. With the coming of modern times, a new dimension of experience was added to the life of the Jewish woman. Now she could play a vital role in the general community, utilizing her special insights in an ever-widening area of activities. Law, medicine, the physical sciences . . . these and many other fields offered her untold opportunities for personal fulfillment and professional advancement. This occurrence brought the need for a special kind of education. Neither the religious training alone, usually acquired in the home, nor the usual general school- ing could adequately prepare the Jewish woman for her new position. Rather, a unique harmonizing of the two was required. It was to make available this new kind of education that Stern College was established. Here the arts and sciences of the western world are perpetuated together with the time-honored practices and teachings of Judaism. Here the modern woman can devote herself to the complete development of her capabilities as a Jewess and as a student of western culture. You who have benefited from this comprehensive training bear the obligation of carrying on the traditions of Torah even as you enter into your various chosen professions. I trust that you will meet this challenge with distinction, dedicating yourselves to a lifetime of service to the Jewish community and all humanity. Our Deans Still achieving, still pursuing. Elizabeth Isaacs Dean of Students Humanities Irving Bloch Lecturer in Humanities Jean Jofen Assistant Professor of German And thou my minds aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust. Morris Epstein Assistant Professor of English Dora Bell Associate Professor of French Director of Student Residence Leo Jung Professor of Ethics Karl Adler Professor of Music Ruth Kisch-Arndt Assistant Professor of Musi Louis Levy Assistant Professor of Speech Rachel Wischnitzer Assistant Professor of Fine Arts ■ Morris B. Benathan Lecturer in Jewish Education Menachem Brayer Assistant Professor of Bible Shlomo Eidelberg Chairman Jewish Studies Assistant Professor of Jewish History Meyer Havazelet Instructor in Hebrew Baruch Faivelson Instructor in Hebrew 10 Howard I. Levine Instructor in Religious Studies ■ra77i Tin ' ? ' ? ito rp oo ,1077 djd ty idith Jewish Studies Judith Ochs Assistant in Hebrew Solomon Wind Instructor in Jewish History Vivian Gourevitch Instructor in Psychology Social Science Thought once awakened does not again slumber. Phillip Ellis Kraus Professor of Education Co-ordinator of Student Teaching Josephine Mayer Lecturer in Education Doris Goldstein Instructor in History Otto Krash Associate Professor of Education Sarah Freeman Lecturer in Education Natalie Joffe Lecturer in Sociology Joseph Lookstein Professor of Sociology Marcel Perlman Fellow in Psychology Akiba Predmesky Instructor in Political Science 13 Sarah Goldie Katz Instructor in Health Education Phyllis Cahn Instructor in Biology | 14 Henry Lisman Professor of Mathematics Jacob Rabinowitz Assistant in Chemistry Natural Science In Nature ' s infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. Eli Sar College Physician, Instructor in Hygiene 15 Library The richest minds need not large libraries. Max Celnik Stephen Lane and Leon Alvo Assistant Librarians mm David Neuhaus Administrator Miriam R. Mostow Recorder Administration And still be doing, never done. Miriam Fleminger wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! 19 J k — ._ Student Council 30 Standing: Ethel Stolnitz, Rivka Edelman, Mierle Laderman, Judith Rosenberg. Esther Cohen, Tasya Stone, Barbara Rosen, Effie Fink, Shirli Pasternak, Judith Borvick, Martelle Urivetsky, Rachael Apher. A school such as Stern College, with students from so many diversified backgrounds, requires a unifying influence. Student Council serves this purpose. Through our club program, we have tried to pro- vide opportunities for expression in the arts. The Forum series, with speakers from various walks of life, was meant to stimulate thought on topics not included in classroom material. Our social affairs were planned to enable the students and their guests to spend enjoyable and entertaining evenings in our midst. This year showed tremendous progress in our newspaper, The Observer. With the tireless endeavors of the editors and their staff, and with the financial backing of Student Council, we saw the paper develop from a two page beginning to a six page Purim issue. In this yearbook, we see another literary accomplish- ment, again the work of devoted editors aided by Stu- dent Council. This year also marked the inauguration of informal meetings between Student Council and the administra- tion, thereby providing an avenue of discussion for all problems. Much has been accomplished this year to expand the extra-curricular activities of our school. I bid the future officers to carry their responsibility with addi- tional vigor and idealism so that Stern College can be- come a greater source of pride to its parent institution and the Jewish world. 31 Senior Class Officers Rachael Apher President Standing : Dorothy Gewirtz Treasurer Rena Genauer Secretary Martelle Urivetsky Vice-President SilliS ISlSSSlS S 34 m Co-op Susan Davis, Max Celnik (Faculty advisor), Genia Prager ■ Newspaper 36 Barbara Rosen, Rosilyn Stein, Esther Rivkin, Evelyn Weiss, Vera Lobl, Roberta Reiss, Rita Markowitz, Sue Jacobson, Dorene Parsons Standing : Sema Chaimovitz, Judith Rosenberg, Ricki Twerski, Dvorah Wilamowsky. Editors not pictured: Beverly Tannenbaum, Naomi Wilamowsky, Tema London. Rabbi Howard Levine Faculty Advisor Chumash Club i And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write . . . Judith Rosenberg, ' 62 40 w - ' - ' " rf, «« " e ' «? MierleLadertnan. ' el Authors A of introductions Judith Rosenberg What hides behind the friendly smiling face Of new acquaintances who grasp the hand In such firm clasps? So soon, I cannot place This personality. Its crinkled, bland, And unfamiliar mask prevents my eye From knowledge of elusive heart or soul. I try to probe his mind and find if my Companion really laughs, or plays a role. Perhaps his character is evil, weak, Or, likely, the impression that he makes Is true. I do not know, and so I speak Of trivia — on guard against mistakes. And yet, whatever proves to be the case I answer always with a smiling face. Two native boys carted the trunks, suitcases, and nu- merous odd packages to a small American-made truck. Fennette looked on with dismay as the paraphernalia that made up her entire household was tossed into a precarious pile in the truck and secured with lengths of rope. One of the boys then perched himself upon this heap while the second clambered into the cab and pushed the door open for Fennette. But Mrs. Fennette Shaw didn ' t move. She stood by the simple wooden train platform feeling angry and lost. No one had bothered explaining anything to her. Not even Jonathan had met her at the train. There had been just these two Negro boys who had approached her, asked her name, and upon confirming it had begun to cart off her belongings. She was indignant at their callous behavior and disappointed at the small reception that she had received. Fennette did not hold the door that was pushed ajar for her. It slammed shut. The boy slid impatiently across the seat and held the door open. She lifted her skirts and stepped up. The motor roared and the car went bouncing off over the bumpy roads. Fennette shut her eyes and tried to make reasonable sense of the situation. She knew little about the country and cared less. This venture into South Africa was the result of years of dreaming and ambitious desire on the part of her hus- band. She did not share his enthusiasm. She thought little of the plantation and the wealth of tradition and labor that had built it. She wished her husband had never undertaken the partnership that meant her leaving England, family, and friends. In the new modern cities sprouting in South Africa she found little of the staid personality of her English town. England was classic and polished; Africa was an uncut stone. Africa was dirt roads, boiling sun, mosquito nets, and black people. It was nightfall when they arrived at the plantation. Jonathan ran to meet her as the truck came to a stop by the house. Fennette saw immediately that he was happy. She could not miss it in the appearance of the man who in sweeping strides came to greet her — tan, youthfully healthy, and happy. He kissed her warmly and she forgot Africa and dirt roads. It was good to feel home again and, after all, Jonathan was home. The doubts and fears that had cluttered her mind would wait for expression. Jonathan raised an imaginary glass and toasted her. " Here ' s to us, " he said. " To you, me and Africa. " She smiled. I ' ll try, she thought. I ' ll try for you, Jona- than. Jonathan slipped his arm ' around the tiny, cor- seted waist and together they walked towards the white house. He turned to Fennette before they stepped through the doorway. " Shut your eyes, " he said. " There ' s a special surprise waiting for you. " She shut her eyes and laughed a nervous laugh. Jonathan led her through the hall and entered a large .sitting room. " Now, " he said. " We ' re here. " She opened her eyes. " This is the rest of our family, " she heard him saying. She gazed at the figures standing in the room. Jona- than hadn ' t told her they would be Negro figures. She felt a chill. Jonathan was speaking. " This is Tom. He takes care of all the work to be done in the fields and knows everything there is to know about the soil and planting. He ' s our miracle man. A lot depends on Tom ... " She nodded stiffly to the wizened man. His wife stood silently by him and Fennette nodded to her. Tom ' s daughter, Samy, and her husband stood with their 42 young boy between them. Silently they stared. Jonathan continued. " Samy will help you in the house. Tom raised her here with the white people who owned the plantation before us. Her English is perfect. She ' s an excellent cook, seamstress, and talker. " Samy smiled shyly. She approached Fennette slowly, then stopped and looked up at her. She would be glad to have a friend again. The little boy who clung to his mother ' s leg stared with large brown eyes at the new mistress. Fennette was uncomfortable. Why did they stare so? What did they want? The girl smiled. She raised her hand and touched the sleeve of Fennette ' s blouse. " Missee have nice fancy dress. " Fennette felt with horror the touch. of the black girl ' s hand on her arm. She felt a burn as though she had been stung. With one flash her hand whipped out and struck the face of the girl. " Don ' t touch me! " she screamed. Dumfounded at her own action, she stood fixed. The naked child felt the fear and anger of his mother and began to wail. Only then was Fennette released from the shock of the blow and ran trembling with a mixture of rage and tear from the room. She plunged her hand into a bowl of washing water and scrubbed the spot that had been touched. She could still feel the sting. It was horrible. Jonathan found her like that. He caught her by the shoulders and she turned away embarrassed. It was as though she had known it would happen this way. She hoped Jonathan wouldn ' t preach. She didn ' t think she could bear it. Then Jonathan was speaking. " We ' ll work it out, " he promised. " But you ' ve got to help, Fennette. You can ' t be petty and impersonal. Pride runs as deep and as real in Tom and his family as it does in your own self. " It was like Tom to think of pride when Fennette could think of these people only as animals — grasping, dirty animals. " This is not your English society. Just as you were testing Samy for the polish of those in your world so was she testing you — for feeling. She wanted you as a friend. You failed her, Fennette. You failed the very first time around. " She wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh and to tell him just how it didn ' t matter. But she knew how shocked he would be. She didn ' t care to see that look on his face. She was alone. She thought of Jonathan ' s words. Failed. She had not thought that she could fail at any- thing. And yet — no. She would show Jonathan that she had not failed. She would show him . . . tomorrow. The morning sun had climbed high in the sky when Fennette awoke. She washed and dressed hurriedly. Be- fore leaving her room she pulled out a small box from her dresser and put its contents into her pocket. She slipped out of her room and avoided the kitchen from where came the voices of Jonathan and Tom. Once out- side, she caught sight of Samy leading one of the mules to the water trough. Fennette called to her. The young girl dropped the rein over the mule ' s head and turned to face Fennette wh o hastened to reach her. The girl did not move. Fennette approached her and smiled un- easily. Then she began to speak. " You must forgive me for last night, Samy. I meant no harm to you. " The girl did not stir. " Let ' s forget about this. The whole thing was rather silly. Look. See what I brought for you. " She pulled something from her pocket. The two earrings shone in the sunlight. " Real pearls. " She stretched out her hand to the girl. " Look. For you. Take them. " Samy stepped back; her hands remained still at her side. Fennette looked into the girl ' s face for the lirst time. She was not prepared for what she saw in those wide eyes. The hurt that filled those deep brown pools could have filled a world with sorrow. Samy turned and ran towards the house. The pearl earrings felt like lead weights in Fennette ' s hand. They slipped through her fingers and dropped to the ground. She had tempted Samy much as a child would coax a cat with a piece of fish. Samy was person. Samy was pride. Fennette did not realize that she was running too and screaming to the girl who fled before her. " Wait Samy! Please wait. " Suddenly it mattered very much. Suddenly this was the most important thing in the world. Fennette ran and called and finally reached Samy by the house. Samy stopped at the steps but did not turn. Fennette touched the bare brown arm. The girl ' s body stiffened. " Please, Samy. " Samy turned, her head drooping. A tear splashed on Fennette ' s cheek. She was surprised. She had not cried in a long time. 43 loneliness Linda Sucherman As early as man, as old as is loneliness; yea, before there was man, there was aloneness. G-d was alone — He created man; Adam was alone — thus G-d gave him Eve. Two kinds of aloneness. Abraham was lonely — he hungered for a son; My mother is lonely — she misses her daughter — Four kinds of loneliness. The unmarried, who want to be married, are lonely; orphans are lonely; the mentally ill are sometimes ex- tremely lonely; and prisoners, even though under shells of pretense, may be very lonely — eight kinds of lone- liness. I am lonely; my cat is lonely. Ten kinds of loneliness. My father was lonely, but now he is no more — abated loneliness. G-d ' s aloneness was of a completely solitary kind — of being absolutely alone. There is only one G-d, He is One, there is no other; He has independent existence, yet the existence of every other particle in the Uni- verse upon Him depends. Yet, why did G-d create man? He surely did not need him, for if G-d needs, then G-d is not independent, but G-d is independent, there- fore G-d did not need man. And was G-d actually alone? He had the angels — why did G-d want the com- pany of man? What was their role in comparison with the role of man? But what were the angels to G-d? Could He give them His Torah — Did He need to tell them not to steal, to obey His commands? No, this re- lationship could be only between G d and man. For G-d without man was as a king without subjects — He was alone, therefore he created man — for just as a king must have subjects to fulfill his sovereignty, so G-d had to have the loving worship of man to make His world complete. G-d ' s aloneness was unique — never again would anything be as alone as G-d was, never again could anything be alone in the way that He was. How great was the creation of man! The exhilaration of existence, the breath of life, all bound into the spirit which G-d had chosen before all His earthly creations, had placed immediately after His heavenly ones! Then, suddenly, his exhilaration must have ceased with the abrupt awareness that he, Adam Harishon, was alone, completely, though not solitarily alone. Ruler of all the earth — yet apart from his subjects; master of his every deed — yet requiring something he lacked. Adam was lonely, the first human loneliness. He viewed all that went on about him, yet he could not enter in — it was not of his kind, he lacked a companion of his own nature. Surrounded by all the signs of G-d ' s greatness, His infinite presence, yet outside of it all, he was not yet ready to receive the Torah. Yes, Adam was lonely yet his loneliness was a latent one, for how could he have realized he was alone? Yet G-d, as He understood what being alone meant to Adam, felt Adam ' s loneli- ness, knew it was not good; therefore G-d gave him Eve. Abraham desired a son; he had a companion, there- fore he was not lonely after the manner of Adam. But if Abraham had a companion, then why was he lonely? Yet Abraham was truly lonely, for his was the promise of a great father — he craved the posterity which would fulfill this promise. With human longing he yearned for the son who would make his life complete just as a man had made God ' s world complete and a wife had fulfilled Adam ' s. His loneliness was one of anxiety, yet how can this be termed loneliness? And if G-d had never promised him posterity, he might never have been anxious! Still, Abraham had the natural anxiety of a parent yearning for a child. And Abraham was truly ■lonely, for although he had a companion, he could not share this loneliness — his anxiety — with her, the very reason for his loneliness — her barrenness! His anxiety was alone, within him. My mother ' s loneliness is also that of a parent for a child, but it is not comparable to that of Abraham, for her promise has been fulfilled, the anxiety which Abra- ham felt has already ceased in her and been replaced by fresh anxieties which a mother is compelled to feel for her child, to miss him, to crave only a little while with him, to know that all is well. My mother ' s is the loneliness of the absent person, yet if my mother had no child, she would still be lonely; she would still yearn for what she knows might have been hers; she would still be alone. At first the loneliness of spinsters and bachelors who desire marriage, but for some reason are unable to attain their goal, might be considered similar to Adam ' s. Possibly so, for, in a sense, they are alone. There is a difference; the unmarried view all that goes on about them, as Adam did, yet they can enter in. It is not for- bidden them, rather it is commanded them. Yet it is beyond their reach, so near, yet so far. Theirs is the loneliness of having, yet not possessing. Orphans, although surrounded with companions of their own nature, possess one of the deepest kinds of loneliness known, the loneliness of insecurity. Of the physical necessities of life, they have enough, even to the extent of possessing some non-necessities, yet they crave needs beyond those of the body. They long for affection, for the individuality which only a family can provide, to be one in a family instead of one of many. Theirs is the loneliness of not belonging. The mentally ill, though they may be surrounded with care and carers, are lonely, a loneliness within them- selves, a self-imposed loneliness, a wall which ironically strengthens its fortifications as the loneliness takes firmer grasp . . . and deepens, a self-crushing loneliness. Comparable to this is the loneliness of prisoners who are sealed within themselves, whose loneliness adds to their thick-veneered walls of close-mouthedness, of pent-up feelings. Their inability to forget, their desire to disas- sociate, their lack of morals, all strengthen their loneli- ness, as with the mentally ill. But the loneliness of the sick and that of the imprisoned are not similar; despite all his feelings, the prisoner yearns for the outside world; the sick fear it. I am lonely. Friends cannot fill the void of my lone- liness, for they cannot be with me all the time; I would not want them to be with me all the time. The one who can fill my void is also lonely and cannot be with me. I am still traveling, unsure and unsettled, an insignificant tack in a box of many. And I have not yet found my- self. Mine is the loneliness of many forms, plus the lone- liness of being lost. My cat is lonely, the loneliness of a dumb animal for its favorite caressing, nourishing hand. But my father is no longer lonely, for surely loneli- ness stops at the grave! But what is this, which starts before man, yet stops at his grave? Which sets man apart, where alone or even in a crowd, which gnaws at his very heart, which claims his very joys of life, his happiness! What is this loneli- ness which is synonomous with fear, yea, even desola- tion! Is it an emotion — to conquer? Or a state of being — to live with? Or is it an. eternal attribute of life, of being alone, even within oneself? aO raymond Mierle Laderman Raymond Pedraza was a child of the not-quite de- mocracy, a Mexican with a seed of dignity newly planted in his mind. He was the product of careful guidance by devoted teachers — interested because of a hunch, a possibility of taking a receptive kid from the slums and educating him, cultivating him. Yet, he was at the same time a product of the slum, a kid " from under the viaduct, " accepted there because his brains were surrounded and protected by lightning- muscle. He breathed slum air and talked slum talk — that is, to everyone except himself and his mother to whom he always made certain to switch to good English; the switch in language he made automatically like changing to a Sunday jacket before seeing the priest. So, his teachers pricked him with devoted teachers ' special provoking-ideas. They watched as he nurtured these thoughts — sensing, wordlessly, his growing curios- ity as one fondles a familiar object unafraid in the dark; understanding why this interest was visibly underplayed among his friends, complying with his subconscious wish not to stand out, not to get the best grade. Raymond valued his acceptability. It was bad enough to be toler- ated by the others from outside. It would be unbearable to be tolerated from within the circle too, far more livable to be one of the men. Internally, in thelast few years, his mind had been penetrating steadily deeper, ever discovering virgin channels of contemplation. He wandered in these twi- light-caverns increasingly, found great enjoyment prob- ing the nebulous objects looming there, dimly present- ing themselves to his introspection. For the most part these excavations were kept care- fully hidden, but sometimes, in polar moods — very gay, very depressed, he would dare to present one making sure to garb it beforehand in enough slum-jargon for passability, not to expose himself too painfully. " Hey dad, " he would begin, " how does this idea hit ya? . . . " On Saturday, when it began, he got up at 5 a.m., stealthily creeping off the couch that doubled as his bed in the living room-bedroom-kitchen. He moved noise- lessly to the bathroom so as not to wake his mother and sat cramped in the cracked bathtub to study a little more history before going to work. There would be no time later; Saturday night was flick night for the men. Alone, he was completely absorbed, reading vora- ciously, pondering, soaking up the experiences, the joys, the pains that men had felt tens and hundreds of years ago, feeling the sweep of past history that marched inevitably to something different, perhaps to the Bet- ter, perhaps ... He worried during these moments, and he worried more and more as his knowledge grew. The uncomfortably familiar ring of the mistakes of genera- tions ago were disquieting. But he did not react visibly. He meticulously folded up the worries as he did his other treasures and stored them away in his mind. " Raymond, Raymond! Eeet ees eight o ' clock. " The shrill voice pinged through the air. His startled eyes met the black ones of his mother. " You late for the work, " she said scoldingly, but the crinkled lines around her eyes betrayed her amusement. He did not move with his customary agility but sat back and en- joyed his mother ' s amusement for a moment. It was so rare that lightness croosed her face that he wanted to soak up its brief warmth. He smiled with her, then realized what it was she was smiling at and climbed clumsily out of the bathtub. All through the day he thought about what he had read. Even when he met Tete, John and the other " slobs " in front of the Kreme Kup that night his mind was preoccupied. They quickly decided on The Young Lions. " Lotsa rumble and wenches. Can ' t beat that, aaay Ramo? " whooped John. They clattered down the street looking, if not fashion- able, uniform — from their horse-shoe taps on the heels of their clods, beating together in the " step, " to their tight jeans with fastidiously rolled one inch-high cuffs, to their turned-up collars, to their vaselined duck-tails. They looked, if they admitted it themselves, " sharp. " " THE YOUNG LIONS THE SPECTACU- LAR HORRORS OF WAR SHOWN AS THEY HAVE NEVER DARED BEEN SHOWN BEFORE " flashed on and off across the massive billboard. " War, " a thought flickered across Raymond ' s mind, " it enter- tains us now, because we ' ve forgotten what it was like. " The thought faded as he gracefully slithered into his seat into the accepted posture, the slump, ready to enjoy himself, to put his worries away for awhile. Yet, during the movie, something happened. With the growth of the plot, another growth, a long crescen- do, began in Raymond ' s very being, slowly — then with cataclysmic speed. He had no control. His dusky cav- erns which had been such pleasurable thought-hide- aways were suddenly blindingly illuminated; their in- distinct objects well-up — crystallized, their outlines razor sharp. One by one their faces took on the actors ' faces; they spoke not script lines, but his lines. These were his thoughts, his concern. He knew now. War, sheer terror, gloryless terror, ripping pieces of bone of skin, blotting out chunks of life, people clinging to party lines — propaganda lines wanting to believe with all their strength, to believe that someone somewhere knew they were Right, lest they submit— lest they go mad! The incidental music ... the drums were not drums but his heart pounding, smashing, resounding in his temples. He clutched his seat, teeth gritted, looking quickly at his companions beside him, hoping that they had, not no- ticed. Desperately he tried to control his responses yet could not stop his racing mind and looked on, drugged. " How could those stupid people get dragged so low? By the time of the war their big ideals, if they ever had any, have gone up in smoke. They ' re animals — they ' re lousy animals! " he thought, then included himself with humanity. " Why are we so damn interested in our little troubles? We get so wrapped up in our worries, we don ' t even see that the world ' s collapsing under our feet! " The words blared in his ears. And finally, it was over. It was not mere chance that Raymond was so in- fluenced by the movie. It had been acclaimed every- where as an excellent movie, a movie with a startling story to tell. For once, the directors had given it to them straight, undiluted, and quite forgot to include the gingerbread, the heart-stirring marches, the usual mili- tary hi-jinks. No, just stink and disaster and . . . war. A few feet behind the men, he half-stumbled into the bright lobby, deep in thought, his hands thrust deeply in his pockets. " I ' ve got to do something. Even if the rest are going to sit like rocks. We are making the same mistakes, the same lousy mistakes that they made ten thousand years ago. I ' ve got to holler at them — to do something. " He glared at the noisy crowds around him, smiling, talking, silent, some bored, some girls laughing at how they had been crying. " They ' re . . . peacocks, that ' s it — peacocks — vain animals . . . strut, strut . . . worry about me, not you ... I ' m much too beautiful. " It choked him. He wanted to shake someone, but his fists just clenched up tight in his pockets. A sing-song voice came floating in as they reached the street. " What babes! " Tete ' s voice irritated him strangely. " Those German-boys had the right idea. ' Hey babe ' they ' d say, ' Hey baby, let ' s make a little love for the Big Man, aay baby? ' " Raymond ' s head ached terribly. " Shut up, Tete, " he growled. " Yeah mano, you ain ' t bein ' patriotic. Just gotta be patriotic, " John said cheerfully. " Why le ' ss be so patri- otic, we just march ourselves down to Kreme Kup ' s back room and drink some joy-juice for good ole Uncle Sam. Sound off, men, one-two-three-four . . . " " Yeah, I gotta gal in Kansas City. She ' s gotta . . . " He could not stand it. Just the sight of these boys lining up ludicrously to march through the crowd nauseated him. Without really considering, he threw away his " rank " and lashed out at them. " Who the hell d ' you bums think you are? " he demanded in a clearly audible voice, disregarding the gawking stares of the people around him. " Oh, I forgot, you don ' t think — you strut. The facts are handed to you on a platter and you don ' t see them. All you got to worry about is the gash, the wine, the ' kicks. ' We ' re all falling apart and you got to talk about the babes! " He turned swiftly to walk away alone. But, a claw-like hand was on his shoulder shoving him over to a dark building. " Look, guy, " John swung him around and thrust his face next to Raymond ' s. " I don ' t take that from anybody — gringos, the ' heat ' — even from you. I don ' t know what ' s achin ' you, but don ' t vomit it all over us. " By this time .the rest of the men had caught up and surrounded the pair. " What ' s wrong, Ramo — yer old lady spank you? taunted one. " What ' s wrong, Ramo, chicken of the girls? Always suspicioned you ' s chicken of the girls. " Raymond ' s nails dug deeper into his palms. He wanted to say something, to explain, but he realized it was useless. He would be lucky to get out without being knifed. He glared at them knowing not to say a word. This was part of the old game. But it was the first time he had played this role. He was out now. It would be en- tirely useless to explain. He had broken the most holy of commandments. So he glared sullen-eyed at the creditors of the vanished normalcy he had known. Si- lently as if in a religious ritual they left, each watching over his shoulder as long as he could see, using his toughest look; Raymond glared back until they turned the corner, then walked home slowly. He kept silent the whole next day: praying for cour- age in Church and judging himself, putting himself on trial until evening. There was no other choice. He was externally calmer now but as agitated inside as before. He would simply have to do something — actively. He began on his mother. He surveyed her quietly, as if she were a stranger, deciding what tactics to employ. She was cleaning, as usual. If she were not cleaning, she would probably be praying or sitting very straight in the hardwood chair by the table. She seldom spoke. Her tightly-drawn mouth looked like an old purse with the purse-strings drawn very tight. He wondered what she thought about when she sat in that chair, looking straight ahead. Their relationship, by normal standards, he guessed, was unusual. They shared no good times with each other. Actually, when he thought about it, they did not love each other. Instead, they shared a fierce pride in each other, in the unmouthed sense of accom- plishment that they were not trash, not the low element in their society. " Mama, " he began, " I want to speak to you. " He had shed his jargon, as always, as he entered the house. She would not permit it to be otherwise. She moved to the hard chair, sat down, and folded her hands in her lap. " Where is our flag, Mama? Our American flag. " Before she could answer, he recalled its location and strode to the cabinet to get it. Gingerly, he carried it back and laid it on her lap. How he knew this flag! Regularly on Memorial Day, Independence Day, and Veterans ' Day, for as long as he could remember, his mother had care- fully unfolded the flag and hung it over the porch for all day. She would never comment about it. It was a duty to be done without flowery words. At night, she would unfasten it, fold it meticulously, as she did every- thing else, and put it back in its resting place. " You understand, Mama, this flag means something to you. " He knelt in front of her, resting his hands on her bony knees and gazing into her unblinking eyes. Softly, he related all his thoughts to her, fearlessly, be- cause he felt an affinity for her silence, her seriousness. " I have got to do something, he finished calmly, Ameri- ca has the right government and the right ideas. It ' s the people, the peacock-people who are smothering her. " 48 Hoarse, he stopped, waiting for a reply. A pause. " For thees, " she whispered harshly, " for thees you threw away friends. Raymondito, Raymondito, what has thees country done for you? The beeg gringos step on your face and grind eet eento the dust. Ahhh, you traded a dirty Mexico for a feelthy America. " She put a hand on his cheek. It was a coarse hand with cracked skin and enlarged knuckles that had worked and hurt for many years. She tightened her hold and bent very close to his face. " Do not push, Raymond, just be quiet and act like a good Americano to them because you must, then eet weel be more easy for you. " She withdrew her hand and rose, letting the flag slip to the floor. Looking at her son, she asked, " Do you know what I theenk of thees country?- " She spat and left the room. He clutched the flag to his heart and rocked with it back and forth, as if to console a hurt child, back and forth to alleviate his paining shame. Throughout the night he held it close staring, wretched, at the wall. By sun-up Raymond was out of the house on his way to school. He walked around the neighborhood for hours until he heard the warning bell. He did not run to class. It was difficult to be alone. He skirted the smoking-area, quickening his step, hoping he would not be seen by the men who usually inhaled their last drag immediately before the bell to sustain them all the way through Current World Problems. He sat in the back waiting tensely for Mr. Whittacker. He could help, inspire, surely he w ould show him what to do. This teacher was the most intense of the devoted, and Raymond felt it. " Ah, to be like that, to be aware of the facts, to be willing to sacrifice . . . " Mr. Whit- tacker ' s deep voice interrupted his thought. " Well, class, " he began and the class became silent. He hesitated, then picked up the newspaper on his desk. " You know, I ' m rather discouraged with the world today. You go along year after year hoping for improve- ment and something like this happens. " He flicked the paper with the back of his hand. " He ' s going to let us have it, " thought Raymond feeling himself thankfully on dry land again yet appre- hensive for this was the last piece of dry land left. " He feels the same thing — I bet half the class doesn ' t even know what he ' s hopped up about. " He moved forward in his desk. " Pardon me for my cynicism this morning, " the teacher continued, " but the same strategic blunder here in the Far East has been made time and time again. You know, this reminds me of a saying one of my old professors once said; mind you, I scoffed at it then — he said: ' No one ever learns anything from history. The only thing one learns from history is that no one ever learns from history. ' " The pleasantry hit Raymond with a crushing thud. " If he . . . " he choked with the terror filling his throat. Angrily, he darted from the room. Air! He could not breathe! " Pedraza — hey . . . " the teacher yelled, and Tete snickered. Raymond heard the two sounds as he ran down the deserted hall. Run, he must run away from here. Away! He ran hard pushing the ground away from under his feet. He ran through the clumps of people, away from their talk, from their movement. Run. Run. Run. He found himself on a lot, a large, desolate lot in the middle of the slum. " An empty lot like me, " then he noticed its only inhabitant was a garbage can; he smiled bitterly. He strode over to it and surveyed it for an in- stant. Then, he punched it will all the fury that had been swarming at the bottom of his gut. SMASH! The garbage lid lifted high in the air and landed many feet away, rattling as it rocked slowly to the charred weeds. " Eeholay, the sucker, " he hissed, licking his bleeding hand — then stopped short . . . " You too, Raymo, you ' re no damn better than the peacocks. Big deal, all you got is a bloody hand. You gotta bloody hand. You gotta bloody hand that you ' re gonna suck and nurse and re- member every time you start to beat your head against the wall. And pretty soon, you ' ll forget and grow nice- colored feathers and stick out your scrawny chest and worry about your Big Troubles like all the other slobs. " He did not realize it, but he had shed his self-to-self " Sunday jacket; " he was talking loud now. His was not a normally loud voice but a deep, ugly chant — a new tone. He squinted his eyes and took a long look at the city, the gray busy city on a graying afternoon, at its nondescript people " strutting " here and there. Slowly he turned around, looking at each of the dingy old build- ings that surrounded the big lot, taking deliberate steps to examine each in turn. Leaning back, he peered in- tently at the outline of the soot-fringed skyscrapers piercing the dreary sky with their slender steeples, while he made, once again, a complete circle, slamming each foot heavily on the shattered weeds beneath. Raymond Pedraza twitched his shoulders back. Slowly, decisively, he straightened his body; the muscles in his neck stood out taut against the cream- brown skin; those of his legs strained to rock-like still- ness as his toes contracted quickly as if to grasp the very ground. 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That stand upon the threshold of the new. 55 •I Eachael Iris Apher nm 5m Psych.-Ed. Worcester, Mass. Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles. Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles. ,m iijib i U ' B Pint? s5d ' t« Berniee Joyce Cohen nnn Ed.-Psych. Bronx, N. Y. Our growing thought makes growing revelation. .niB ' D ' JB 13D3 D1K 53 DK 53PD mifl Sylvia Bluming rnisx English Brooklyn, N. Y. Literature is the thought of thinking Souls . .di5b rmm 3id ntsnn Roberta Lee Daina npan Psych.-Ed. Fort Dix, N. J. Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm . . . .nam b bji naio pji Susan Bogner Davis n as n:n Ed.-Psych. Brooklyn, N. Y. choose to chat wher ' er I come. .mD ' n nmj nman nn Hannah Halpern Edelman non Biology Brooklyn, N. Y. have a heart with room for every joy. .m ams idid anis Effie Fink nriox Education Scranton, Pa. They look into the beauty of thy mind, And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds. .ruinsa lU ' X ' ansa D ' pDiyn ?ai " 1 Education Gentle of Rena Genauer run Far Roekaway, N. Y. , beneficent of mind. .njits 5y ion min Rhoda Lea Glyn Psych.-Ed. Baltimore, Md. The eyes have one language everywhere. Dorothy Gewirtz mm Mathematics Bridgeport, Conn. The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes incon- venient. ,no3n D ' yuvn rmi Rebeccah Handel np3i Biology New York City Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman . . . .d-ixi D ' ptfK ' jiyn 2 a tern in xsoni Rosa Lee Jacobson Education Brooklyn, N. Y. woman! . . . what distraction was meant to man- kind when thou wast made a devil! .iiy Danni nosrtf in Ethel Kagan mny Education Chicago Thy thoughts to nobler meditations give . . . .twn 313 map ' nn mny ,j« iy Hannah Kalter run Psych.-Soc. Brooklyn, N. Y. O lady, nobility is thine, and thy form is the reflection of thy nature! .m? n ne yn ib x 5ai ■ Mae Kanarek PSD Psychology Far Rockaway, N. Y. The only rank which elevates a woman is that which a gentle spirit bestows her. •rim rup p3j 35 Sondra Claire Levy met? Education Miami Beach, Fla. For the good are always the merry . . . And the merry love to dance. .nmn nwi dvo -non Sally M. Langner rnt? Education New York City This too is a virtue: to be happy. , ■, .■■„..•■ Chaya Heschel Marcus DTI . " Psych.-Soc. Jamaica, N. Y. . . . the sweet magic of a cheerful face. .31 " IBWO DB 1H3J Elayne Anita Morris np5y n:n Education Pittsburgh, Pa. . . . thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms. .av: on non Ina Fay Pekarsky Psychology Rockford, III. At Learning ' s fountain it is sweet to drink, But ' tis a nobler privilege to think. .mm dipd rtfu nun Genia Ruth Prager Biology nj ,j New Britain, Conn. She was a vixen when she went to school And though she be but little, she is fierce. .mtfaD son mits nmn Selma Stillman Rothschild mm rp»5iK Ed.-Psych. New York City For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. Martelle Berenson Urivetsky fV33D Biology New York City Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined, So clear, as in no face with more delight. .rtfj 3 rntsy n ncx Iolet Dawn Shapiro -i ntsri n x English Milwauket, Wis. To those who know thee not, no words can " paint; And those who know thee, know all words are faint. .510 !DB»D 31D DC 31 B 1 Esther Leah Vitsick Education Baltimore, Md. A good heart includes all other virtues. .n5»j3 ' n ns my. Frances Pakter Waldenberg neon English Bronx, N. Y. Take a pair of sparkling eyes . . . Marga Weinberg onto Soc.-Psych. Yonkers, N. Y. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. .nets -und irKB tb in Mathematics Evelyn Shirley Weiss TIP 1 ? He who binds His soul to knowledge, steals the key of heaven. Pittsburgh, Pa. class history summon up remembrance of things past , It was hot that day in August ' 55 when the letter arrived. The first line read " Dear Member of the Class of 1959. " 1959, how far-away and unreal that date seemed, yet somehow, the four years have flown by and we are no longer the class of the future, but rather that of the present. Reminisce with us, for what is the pur- pose of a Class History if not to wax sentimental over the fun and tears of your college life. From the first moment the dorm girls entered its lobby, the Hotel Duane became their home. The weeks of September ' 55 were a flurry of getting unpacked and becoming accustomed to classes. No sooner were we settled, then it was time to go home for Yom Tov. Al- though we had been away only three weeks, we were a little different now. We spoke knowingly of credits, cur- fews, and ch emistry — a few of us spoke not too happily of chemistry, for one in our midst dropped a full bottle of mercury in the first lab period and two others were sudden additions to the chem classes as soon as they had a good look at the frogs in biology. (No names please!) In October, we had become well enough acquainted to hold class elections. Debbie Kolitch, Effie Fink, and Ginger Prager became our officers. The months marched by. November brought our first newspaper; December, the first Chanukah Chagiga which has since become an annual event. How strange it seemed that night to hear the auditorium resound with the reverberations of deep masculine voices. The weeks continued to pass and we reached the great event — finals. Many of us out-of- towners, having had no experience with regents, had no idea of what to expect. We soon found out. In order to give us a longer mid-year vacation, the administra- tion scheduled all the finals in one week. However, this did not turn out to be an act of kindness, for by Friday, after having eight or nine exams, we looked like a school of sleepwalkers — red-eyed, drowsy, full of " no-doze " and dazed. It became obvious that even the faculty couldn ' t bear to see what had become of us, for a new arrangement of finals was drawn up for June. Finals passed as all things do, and we were upper freshmen. Since Stern has no incoming class in Feb- ruary, we had no one to " lord it over, " to whom to sell elevator passes, but still we gloried that we were no longer the lowest of the low. The new term brought a vacancy in our officers so Rhoda Glyn was elected veep, with Effie Fink moving into the presidency. Following in rapid succession came our Shushan Purim Chagiga, our celebration of Israeli Independence Day, a Lag B ' Omer outing, and the appearance of our freshman publication, In Retrospect, edited by Iolet Shapiro. In May, we discussed the club program for the next year. We hoped to form a Debating Club, Chalil Club, Psych-Soc. Club, an Israeli Dance Group, Jewish Ethics Club, and we were open to other suggestions. (Can you picture the publicity department getting out this headline — " Send your Daughter to Stern, the only College with a bigger choice of clubs than classes " ?). Speaking of clubs brings us to the last event of our freshman year, the Dramatic Club presentation of Gil- bert and Sullivan ' s " Trial by Jury. " The operetta was under the able direction of Rabbi Nisson Shulman who, after a send-off of " Anchors Aweigh " and a huge cake topped by a ship, left us for his next tour of duty, that 64 of Chaplain in the U.S. Navy. In addition to all these things, we remember the little happenings; the nights we studied till 3:00 a.m. because we had been talking till 1 :00; the Far Rockaway week- end when we descended en masse; the closeness of 33 girls in the dorm; the heckling to which we subjected Dr. Louis Feldman, our only single instructor, (the heckling that finally ended upon the announcement of his engagement with the class dancing a hora around him while he sat, bewildered, in the center of the circle.) We remember it well. The summer came and went. We returned to find the school enlarged and ourselves sophomores, which, for the information of the reader, means wise fools. Our sophisticated upper-classmen of last year were now juniors. Stern College for Women was progressing. The class of ' 59 had a hand in everything. Effie Fink was secretary of Student Council, Ginger Prager and Dottie Gewirtz were on the Dorm Council. Our elevated class status brought new privileges; two late curfews a month and a 1 .30 curfew Saturday night. This is living? The dorm had grown so much that our Residence Director, Dr. Bell was joined by Mrs. Geiges. This year was also the beginning of the " new dormitory ' ' rumors. These bon mots flew far and wide — the Duane no longer wanted us — we were moving to Long Island — we were buying a hotel in Midtown. All this sounded exciting, but somehow, we had grown attached to the Duane where the view allowed us to appreciate the majestic beauty of the Empire State Building, and where, in the winter, we used the Madison Avenue win- dow sills as refrigerators. (All right — confess! Was that your carton of orange juice that m issed that police- man?) Our Dorm Affair was studded by a well-presented cantata " The Promised Land. " Later that year, Selma Stillman and Rachel Rosenberg wrote our first original Purim play " The Queen and Us, " directed by Rabbi Sol Spiro. Selma, Martelle Berenson, and Iolet Shapiro, in addition to the other girls, shone in their perform- ances on Canary Island. At 253 Lexington Ave., changes were taking place. Morty Green replaced Jason Jacobowitz as our " shab- bos " rabbi while Joe Urivetsky kept his job as baal koreh for our minyon. Joe revealed his other talents later in the year when he accompanied Martelle Beren- son (now Martelle Urivetsky) at the piano at our Soph- omore Affair where she sang. Included among the changes were our new officers who included Martelle, Esther Vitsck, and Ginger Prager. Many amusing episodes occurred while we were sophomores. The elevator operators in school an d in the dorm were so well trained that they wished us " Gut Shabbos " as we passed by on Fridays. And, wasn ' t it this year that our psychology instructor casually men- tioned that she was doing experiments with rats at Y.U.? (no comment.) The year closed with our class taking part in choos- ing the official Stern College class ring — the Yeshiva University emblem and the Stern College building on each side of a deep set blue stone. A happy year for us wise fools. We remember it well. 65 Can it be? Yes, look at us. We are SENIORS. As if to prove this, many girls are student teaching, worrying about the City Teacher ' s Exams, and even more about " gemers " with short little questions like " daber al David Hamelech. " Many of us are taking courses at Yeshiva Graduate School. We had almost forg otten that there is such a phenomenon as co-ed classes. More and more frequently comes the question, " What are you doing, next year? " School did not start until mid-October and our offi- cers began work quickly. Class leaders were Rachael Apher, Martelle Urivetsky, Rena Genauer, and Dottie Gewirtz. Ginger Prager upheld our interests on the Dorm Council, and no one has better coaching than she in interest, both legal and financial. This term brought to us Middle States Evaluation Committee, Dr. Vogel was appointed Dean, Mrs. Isaacs Dean of Women, and thousands of new books appeared in the library. It ' s too bad we won ' t be here long enough to enjoy these wonderful innovations. During the visjt, instructors were mysteriously called out of class, every- one smiled cheerily, and even our librarians were on their best behavior, but this condition didn ' t last very long, for soon Leon and Steve were back at their old tricks, of throwing coats out (the door or window) and shelving every book they could lay their hands on. So what if that was your book — the library needs it. At this time, coincidentally, of course, our newspaper the Observer under the leadership of Evie Weiss, appeared after a long absence. Early in the year, we had a change in " shabbos " administration. Joe Urivetsky became our rabbi as well as baal koreh with Bernard Rothman as co-spiritual leader. As this is being written, many long-awaited moments are swiftly coming upon us. Our Purim play is being written by Rachael Apher and Ina Pekarsky, a com- mittee is searching for a place to hold our Senior Dinner, our graduation date has been chosen, our final semester has begun. So many changes have come about in our four years here. Stern College has grown from 65 to 210 students. The dorm has grown from 33 to over 100 girls. We have a dean. Our girls are in the Public School and Yeshiva systems. Many Stern College girls have already married and made a place for themselves in the Jewish community. Many are soon to follow them. As for the rest of us, we hope to be a credit to Stern and we depend upon those forthcoming students to make Stern College a credit to us. The Class of 1959 will never forget the four years of happiness spent at Stern College; the education and widened outlook; the understanding of what it means to be a Jewess, the life-long friends. No, we will not forget. We will remember it well. The 1957-1958 school year was upon us. Our duly elected class officers were Rachael Apher, Iolet Shapiro, and Mae Kanarek. Martelle Berenson was Student Council treasurer and Evie Weiss, dorm secretary. This was a year counted off by Thursdays. This day every week, we spent in an effort to achieve synthesis. The day began with Dr. Leo Jung and Jewish Ethics. This was immediately followed by Dr. Otto Krash, an ex- ponent of pragmatic philosophy. To close the day, Dr. Joseph Lookstein lectured on American Judaism. Our day of trying to combine these thret different types was continued on Fridays, when Thursdays were " re- chazered " with Rabbi Levine and Dr. Brayer. No one can say we were not getting a divergence of view points. Socially also, it was a full year. The Dorm Affair was a huge success. The Junior- Senior Party brought Rabbi Shlomo Carlbach and his " troubadors " to Stern. At the Chanukah Chagiga, the comedian told jokes in Yiddish and the two separate waves of laughter revealed that not all Stern girls understood Yiddish. Of course, all their male counterparts understood perfectly?? The Purim Chagiga brought another excellent satire by those two masters, Selma Stillman and Rachel Rosenberg. The theme of the presentation was the efforts of a yarmulka factory to " synthesize the synthesis. " The final affair was the Installation at which our own Effie Fink was installed as Student Council president. For us, the most exciting moment came late in April. After being postponed from February to March, to erev Pesach, we received our class rings — and there it was again, that date, 1959. 1958 was a year of firsts for Stern College. Our alma mater was written; a song whose beauty and meaning will be everlasting. June was declared Stern College Month in honor of the first graduation. The dreams of Max Stern, Dr. Belkin, _and other luminaries had finally come true — young Jewish women were sent out into the American community prepared to take their places as leaders. After the tea to honor the graduates, a dinner was held for them together with their families in honor of Mr. Stern — such a small way to thank him for all he has done for us. Graduation Day dawned clear. We were ushers at the first graduation of Stern College. The thrill of seeing our friends rise and turn their tassels can be surpassed only when we do it ourselves. This was our junior year. We remember it well. pathwa y to the stars Rachael Apher 19 Kinney Drive Worcester, Massachusetts Mae Kanarek 2023 Seagirt Blvd. Far Rockaway, New York Sylvia Bluming 2205 E. 21st Street Brooklyn, New York Sally Langner 670 Bedford Avenue Brooklyn, New York Bernice Joyce Cohen 2065 Grand Avenue Bronx, New York Sondra Levy 1515 West Avenue Miami Beach, Florida Roberta Daina 134 Suramerall Loop Fort Dix, New Jersey Chaya Heschel Marcus 9014 155th Street Jamaica, New York Susan Bogner Davis 180 Linden Blvd. Brooklyn, New York Elayne Morris 6309 Bartlett Street Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Hannah Edelman 455 E. 93rd Street Brooklyn, New York Ina Pekarsky 946 N. 2nd Street Rockford, Illinois Effie Fink 915 Olive Street Scranton, Pennsylvania Rena Genauer 388 Beach 12th Street Far Rockaway, New York Dorothy Gewirt ' z 948 Lincoln Blvd. Bridgeport, Connecticut Rhoda Glyn 2048 E. Fairmount Avenue Baltimore, Maryland Rebeccah Handel 1170 Walton Avenue Bronx, New York Rosa Lee Jacobson 1776 Union Street Brooklyn, New York Ethel Kagan 3920 W. Rosemont Avenue Chicago, Illinois Hannah Kalter 505 Crown Street Brooklyn, New York Genia Prager 24 Oak Street New Britain, Connecticut Selma Rothschild 280 Riverside Drive New York, New York Iolet Shapiro 4062 N. 51st Blvd. Milwaukee, Wisconsin Martelle Urivetsky 2440 Amsterdam Avenue New York, New York Esther Vitsick 3107 Labyrinth Road Baltimore, Maryland Frances Waldenberg 5552 Netherland Avenue Riverdale, New York Marga Weinberg 257 Valentine Lane Yonkers, New York Evelyn Weiss 2220 Shady Avenue Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 67 68 1 _ . - • eaacu 2 itd AeettfA we - earn y tt . • • " Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But, like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny. afcr-V :;.w .--. --v-. ; ■■■ class of 1961 71 • • 72 class of 1962 . .- ■ — l ±i ssz . «« Ou r lUn u. JHH.T3,t l i l aiJJJ M jrjjl •ft " j M « » H kr ft Sx. AWmA f« »Sfc TVj Vi VV W. k- 3 » V -V- ' -a -VW t W MJ ' j rJi J i J i, Lr jj ri i be «« tt- »- w- ' Tla Ij r c- «er »H — «d c re« A " V je eie- %• - tci- we V.« A Ste™ C«A- « e, U tlij oWfe A £«. R, I ft ' J P ■ ' JUL ' J J. j JJU .J I J. J I a.! rm fc T Tn la 23 aw- 3 i£ They Lightened Our Burden The editors of Kochaviah wish to express their gratitude to all those who were instrumental in the publication of this yearbook: our advisors, Dr. Epstein and Dr. Eidelberg, our dean, Mrs. Isaacs, Mrs. Rachel Wischnitzer, Lorstan photographers, Mr. Wohl and Miss Avidon of Corydon M. Johnson, and those girls who contributed of their time. 74 : . _ r;_... ■ » Our felicitations to the 1959 graduating class of Stern College Mr. and Mrs. Abe L. Pekarsky ROCKFORD, ILLINOIS Yeshiva University Alumni Wives extend their best wishes for happiness and success to all graduates - ..I I,. II ' ■ - ■ ■! ■ Abraham Jacobson New York City Congratulations to ROSA LEE Mom, Dad and David Grandma and Grandpa Aunt Yetta, Uncle Lou Deborah and Israel Congratulations to ROSA LEE from the Schapiro Family Best Wishes for unlimited success and full happiness to Ina Fay Pekarsky and to all the graduates Mr. and Mrs. Samson Krupnick Chicago, Illinois Compliments of BLANCHE COTTON MILLS Augusta, Georgia ■ Compliments of STANDARD BAG COMPANY Augusta, Georgia Best Wishes from the families of Sidney, Ramon, Marvin Rosenzweig Savannah, Georgia Best Wishes to the Graduates EDWARD BOKER, INC. Wholesale Fruits and Produce 229 West Street New York, New York In Honor of MR. DAVID NEUHAUS For his Paternal Vigilance and Solicitude • Compliments of Alex, Nathan and Meyer Pink Compliments of A FRIEND Mazel Tov to Marga and all the graduates Dr. and Mrs. S. Weinberg BERNARD WEINBERG BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Toronto, Ontario ■ " » Compliments of The Jacob and Rachel Marcus Memorial Foundation Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. David Fink and Family J. LEVINE CO. Hebrew Religious Articles 73 Norfolk Street New York, N. Y. Best Wishes I. STOCK MUSIC SHOP Discounts and Service 131 E. 34th Street New York City Greetings . . . D. GRUENSPRECHT SONS, INC. Kosher Meat Products 3826 Broadway -- 749 Cortlandt Ave. Our Heartiest Mazel Tov to our Niece and her Classmates Mr. and Mrs. Harry N. Morris Pittsburgh, Pa. Best Wishes To the Stern College Graduating Class of 1959 MARSHALL MARK PEKARSKY Rockford, Illinois ' The Aristocrats of Kosher Catering " TENNENBAUM CATERERS . -— 1 Congratulations and best wishes to Marga from THE GRUENEBAUMS UNITED EQUITIES COMPANY Investment Securities 141 Broadway, New York 6, N. Y. Leo Weiner Moses Marx Mazel Top to our daughter Dottie and the graduating class REV. and MRS. JONAS GEWIRTZ BILLY and HELEN Compliments of WEST SIDE HEBREW BENEVOLENT SOCIETY Mariam Paisner, Raizie Harelick, Rivka Adelman, Honi Wruble, Nechama Mayerfield, Gita Feiner, Rachel Weiland, Basya Silver, Doreen Parsons, Sue Jacobson, Arlene Missan, Fran Friedman, Elinor Kaufman, Esther Rivkin, Rebecca Hurwitz, Sarah Leah Saffir, Zelda Hertzberg Compliments of MR. and Mrs. JOSHUA KOENIGSBERG New York City Congratulations to our daughter Rebeccah ! and to all the Graduates MR. and MRS. SOLOMON HANDEL and NAOMI | Bronx, New York Best Wishes to Sue Bogner and her Sister Graduates RUTH and PINCUS FORMAN RHEALEE and RANA SUSAN ; Mazel Tov to the grads ! MR. and MRS. NATHAN HAUSMAN Faigy and Norman Honey and Michael Shaindy and Yocheved Compliments of MANHATTAN BUYING CORP. 225 W. 34th Street, New York, N. Y. MEHADRIN CATERERS 15 East Mt. Eden Ave., Bronx 52, N. Y. Compliments of ; BARCLAY COMMERCE CORP. 41 East 42nd Street, New York City To our dear Effie, Sincerest Good Wishes GRANDPARENTS DEUTSCH Many grand-daughters have done valiantly, But thou excellest them all. I. SCHNEIRSON SONS, INC. 1 12 W. 34th Street, New York City Congratulations and Best Wishes to our daughter Hannah RABBI and MRS. ABRAHAM I. EDELMAN Best wishes to Ginger upon her graduation DR. CHARLES T. SCHECHTMAN MR. and MRS. ARTHUR LEVIN Milwaukee, Wisconsin Best Wishes to Hannah Kalter MR. and MRS. MANFRED OHRENSTEIN New York City Congratulations and Best Wishes to Marga and the Graduates RABBI and MRS. NORBERT WEINBERG and JUDITH ANNA GROUP TRAVEL to Washington, Williamsburg, Va., etc. STRICT KASHRUTH OBSERVANCE Harris Educational Tours 141 Forest Ave., Yonkers 5, N. Y. Tel. YO 8-8075 Best Wishes to our daughter Elayne MR. and MRS. JACOB M. MORRIS BURTON and BEVERLY GANZ BROTHERS Dry Cleaning, Pressing and Alterations 245 Lexington Avenue, New York 16, N. Y. MU 5-3325 THE MURRAY HILL NEWS 237 Madison Avenue, New York 16, N. Y. MU 6-0300 Subscription: $1.00 a year KAY ' S BEAUTY SALON 131 East 34th Street, New York, N. Y. 1 Flight Up MU 4-9844 Discounts for Students Compliments of KALMA MUSHKIN Best Wishes to Rena MR. and MRS. SALZMAN and FAMILY Far Rockaway, New York MURRAY HILL EPICURE, INC. 238 Madison Avenue, New York, N. Y. MU 3-6533 Congratulations to our niece Rachael AUNTIE FANNIE and UNCLE SAM Congratulations to Dottie and the graduating class RELIABLE LIQUOR COMPANY 375 Stratford Avenue, Bridgeport, Conn. P.O. Box 1697 Best Wishes to Hannah Kalter and the Graduates MR. and MRS. MARKUS OHRENSTEIN Best Wishes ... a friend of DOTTIE GEWIRTZ Bridgeport, Conn. Best Wishes to our daughter Effie and her classmates MR. and MRS. MEYER E. FINK and FAMILY Scranton, Pa. — - THE PACKARD PHARMACY, INC. Joshua Myron, PH.G. 133 East 34th St., New York, N. Y. MU 5-1420 Congratulations to our niece foyce YAMIMOH and JULIUS HANOVER Best Wishes . . . MR. and MRS. NAT WEISS and DAUGHTERS ABE STRULOWITZ BEEF, VEAL, LAMB and POULTRY 865 Bergen Street, Newark, N. J. SCHERLIS AND KATZ FISH CO. 26 Albemarle St., Baltimore, Md. BALTER-LEHIGH COAL CORP. 384 East 149th Street New York 51, N. Y. From Friends of IOLET SHAPIRO BLOCH PUBLISHING CO. " The Jewish Book Concern " 31 West 31st Street, New York, N. Y. FASHIONS BY KAYE 1912 Avenue U, Brooklyn 29, N. Y. MR. and MRS. DAVID LANDER 100 Bennett Avenue, New York, N. Y. Compliments of MR. and MRS. A. SCHEINZEIT Mazel Tor to Ginger MR. and MRS. IRVING SOCOL In Honor of Rbealee Forman SEYMOUR and JOAN BOYERS SCHREIBER CATERERS Strictly Kosher HOTEL NEW YORKER 485 Eighth Avenue, New York 1, N. Y. Congratulations to our daughter Ginger upon her graduation REV. and MRS. M. PRAGER Heartiest Congratulations to the 1959 Graduates of Stern College MR. and MRS. JAKE PEKARSKY Compliments of STOKES COAL AND OIL COMPANY, INC. COAL — FUEL OIL — OIL BURNERS PARK FLORIST 115 East 34th Street, New York City A Friend of ESTHER VITSICK EMPIRE JEWELRY SHOP 135 East 34th Street, New York City Discounts Best Wishes to Rena MR. and MRS. ISIDOR SHIPPER Belle Harbor, New York GOLDSTEIN ' S SERVICE STATION Madison Avenue and Alice Street Bridgeport, Connecticut Congratulations to Rena and her friends GENAUER BROS. Seattle, Wash. Compliments of A FRIEND Greetings from MR and MRS. LEON SPILKY ARMAND SHOE REPAIR 122 E. 34th Street, New York City Compliments and Best Wishes to the Graduates PHILIPP FELDHEIM, INC. " The House of the Jewish Book " 96 East Broadway, New York 2, N. Y. Tel. WA 5-3180 Best Wishes from MICHAEL FRESHWATER LAFAYETTE RETAIL WINE LIQUOR STORE VERNON CARD SHOP DR. and MRS. MORRIS EPSTEIN MR. and MRS. ABE WILKS MR. and MRS. M. WEISBROD MR. and MRS. LOUIS GOLDBERG Mazel Tov to daughter Hannah from SOLOMON HALPERN LEITMANS CLEANERS Best Wishes to Hannah Edelman from MR. and MRS. SAMUEL KRAMER DR. and MRS. LOUIS NULMAN and FAMILY MR. and MRS. PHILIP HARRIS A FRIEND OF EFFIE FINK MR. and MRS. M. FEUERSTEIN Best Wishes to Hannah Kalter and all the Graduates MR. and MRS. TED OHRENSTEIN DORIS and DEBBY MR. and MRS. BARUCH SEGAL New York City A. Weisbrod Fine Academic Jewelry Manufacturers of Yeshiva College Rings and Keys 95 CANAL STREET NEW YORK 2, N. Y. Congratulations to our daughter Mae and the graduating class Mr. and Mrs. Chiel Kanarek Congratulations to Rhoda and the class of ' 59 Rabbi Mrs. Glyn and Diane Best wishes to Sylvia and all the graduates Mr. and Mrs. Bluming Family Congratulations to Mae and the graduates SHLOMO BOTNICK Mazel Tov to our daughter Rachael and the class of ' 59 Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Apher and Michael To Martelle . . . Best Wishes Maxi and Minimum To Martelle . . . Best Wishes Mr. and Mrs. Louis Urivetsky (Bobbe and Zeide Urivetsky) • 19 -. t Congratulations to the class of ' 59 from the class of ' 60 Congratulations to the class of ' 59 from the class of ' 61 Congratulations to the senior class from the class of 1962 Mazel Tov to Fran Waldenherg and the graduates Shelly Waldenberg A Week-end for two has been made available through the generosity of Gartenberg Schechter PIONEER COUNTRY CLUB Greenfield Park, N. Y. Best wishes to the Graduates of ' 59 from LORSTAN PHOTOGRAPHERS " " LOWELL BAKERY MURRAY HILL LAUNDRY NYDEN FAMILY MR. and MRS. PHILIP NEWMAN Mazel Tov to Effie from UNCLE JESSE and AUNT GERTIE Friend of EFFIE FINK FANNIE, HERMAN and YASHAR HIRSHAUT DR. and MRS. WYMAN BERENSON DR. ARTHUR ARGOFF MR. and MRS. A. L. BUTLER and FAMILY MR. and MRS. SAMUEL MORRIS and FAMILY ANONYMOUS RABBI DR. and MRS. JOSEPH SHAPIRO LILYAN SCHUGAM GOODHUE PHARMACY MR. and MRS. J. M. KOTKES THE FLOWER GARDEN ALFRED PARKER General Manager of Y. U. Dining Rooms VALLEY FOOD, INC. NATHAN NUSSBAUM in memory of Regina Nussbaitm Mazel tov to Marga from JOE HOLSTEIN Mazel tov and best wishes to Marga THE BRAUN FAMILY Best Wishes . . . RABBI and MRS. E. M. BOGNER and FAMILY MR. and MRS. ISADORE SHIMANSKY BROD AND GOLDSCHMIDT Butchers CROSS HILL PHARMACY MR. and MRS. H. KOENIGSBERG Best Wishes to the Class of ' 59 MRS. EVELYN SALKIN JERUSALEM MEAT MARKET FRIEND OF R. JACOBSON SAMUEL GOODMAN BROADWAY CENTRAL HOTEL Little Hungary A FRIEND MR. and MRS. ROZNER and BENJAMIN To my daughter Fran MRS. PAKTER Best Wishes to Fran MR. and MRS. MINTZ SIDNEY WEINER BROOKLYN ELTON PAINT CO., INC. MR. and MRS. HARRY GANZ ELECTRIC CITY BEDDING CO. ATTY. and MRS. HAROLD WRUBLE and FAMILY MORRIS OIL SERVICES, INC. KURT EISEN MR. and MRS. ISAAC GUTSTEIN, SAUL and SHARON Best Wishes to GINGER D D CUT RATE STORE CHIC CORSETS AND ACCESSORIES AMERICAN FLOOR SURFACING CO. FRIED DRUG INC. RABBI and MRS. JAY R. BRICKMAN I. TUCHMAN MR. and MRS. M. KLITSNER HYMAN LERNER REV. DR. JOSEPH L. BARON LOUIS LERNER MR. and MRS. I. COWAN Congratulations Graduating Class 1959 PROF, and MRS. SAUL SIGELSCHIFFER and TAMMY Mazel Tov to lolet from RABBI and MRS. PAUL GREENMAN and FAMILY MR. and MRS. A. PODWAY and FAMILY DR. and MRS. JEROME WILSKER and FAMILY MR. and MRS. DAVID HOCHMAN and FAMILY A FRIEND OF RACHAEL APHER RABBI and MRS. MORRIS A. GUTSTEIN Good Luck to Grads from KURT WEISSHAUPT Compliments of DON-ELL FASHIONS, INC. EMIL KATZ AND CO., INC. In loving memory of Shragi Fival Butler from MRS. MOLLIE BUTLER DR. and MRS. F. M. LEFRAK MR. and MRS. WARMAN and DAUGHTER Best Wishes to Effie from RABBI and MRS. EPHRAIM WOLF MR. and MRS. JULIUS SCHREIBER and FAMILY A FRIEND OF MAE KANAREK JACK SILVER ' S FRUIT STORE MR. and MRS. H. EPSTEIN in honor of grand-daughter ARNOLD R. STEINBERG BLASS AND HORNER Decorators EMJAY TELEVISION CORP. S. H. POLNER MR. and MRS. HYMAN STEINBERG MR. and MRS. HAROLD WEISS MIDTOWN RESTAURANT, INC. Best Wishes to Hannah Kalter from A FRIEND MR. and MRS. ALEX LAMBERGER MR. and MRS. PH. WEISS PITTSBURGH JEWISH WOMEN ' S LEAGUE FOR TAHARATH HAMISHPOCHO RABBI and MRS. DAVID SHAPIRO AUNT ROSE, UNCLE SAM and DANNY UNCLE JOE and AUNT SARAH Mazel Tov to Martellex from SARAH URIVETSKY BERGER SERVICE, N.Y.C. Best Wishes to Rhoda from DIANE MR. and MRS. M. DORFLER lolet: A joyous and happy future from SANDY, and JAY MRS. ESTHER MARINE MR. and MRS. MURRAY PFEFFER Best Wishes to Fran Waldenberg MR. and Mrs. HOLLINGER THE SALI MAYERFELD FAMILY Mr - and Mrs - Ben J- Koenigsberg Norma, New Jersey 86

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