William Howard Taft High School - Senior Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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MR. WILBERT MR. CUBA MR. LIEFF MR. PALESTRANT . lf' MR. BERKMAN .F MR. WINSTON MRS. GOFF .i HkW f'r MR. SOKOLOFF MRS. LEVISOHN MR. DASCH

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SING OUT SWEET LAND gifts W 11' xr gi :ff 2151? The curtain rises on a world at war. And in this conflict, the theater has been called upon to serve. It plays its part by bringing enter- tainment to the home-fronts and the battle- fronts to relieve the strain of war. On Broad- way, musicals like A'Oklahoma and Song of Norway, and comedies like Life with Father and Kiss and Tell, are what the American theater-goers demand. The British, in their sixth year of war, flock to see 'APeer Gynt and Richard III. With the liberation of France, the French theater has become active once again. Paris boasts of fifty-two theaters, playing everything from Racine's classics, to Coward's Private Lives. The Moscow Art Theater opened its forty-sixth season with Hamlet Chungking audiences are also enjoying the Melan- choly Dane, in a Chinese version. The men and women of the theater are playing a vital role in strengthening the morale of our armed forces. Entertainers like Katharine Cornell, Lily Pons, Carole Landis, and Bob Hope have toured over- seas to bring the theater to the battle-front. The curtain rose upon a world at war, and now the stage is set for victory and lasting peace! 6 HARRIET PERLIN

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AVING taken it upon ourselves to show the world that Taftites can be original, we decided to interview the famous and Casanova-like Dr. I. M. Adonis whose course, the Theory of Relativity Disproved, is widely cele- bratcd among Taft students. Determined to discover the whereabouts of Dr. Adonis from Taft's Over 21 group, that is, our senior record teachers, we tore down to the locker room, grabbed our coats and looking as two ideal reporters should, started on our way. No sooner had we stopped to chat with a friend, than we spied Mr. Traister, more familiarly known as old Aaron, Chief of the Lockers, heading our way. After letting him make his usual comment, Go home, kiddies, your mothers are waiting, we began to question him about Dr. Adonis. But before he had a chance to start talking, another senior, panting and out of breath, grabbed him by the arm screaming wildly, Come quickly, Mr. Traister! Oscar Chapultepec has just .... ! And before we knew it our basement floor- walker was gone. On the first floor we found Miss Lavin, Miss Michaelson, and Mrs. Beck- hardt discussing Earl Wi1son's new novel Women and If so . . . Woo! Woo! After introducing ourselves, we asked, Have you seen Dr. ...... ? Why, of course, they all answered coyly, he's in Room l52. Without a moment's vacillation-or hesitation, either-we gaily tripped to our new destination primping up just a wee bit . . . with lipstick, comb, mascara, tweezers. This was it! But to our dismay, we found instead of Dr. Adonis, Dr. Schweitzer. I-Ie was delicately flicking a thread from his shoulders and smiling at Mrs. Lehrman who, surrounded by a mass of books, was writing. She and the Doc, as he is affectionately known, were collaborating in a book called English Made Easy in 1,Z73l6 Lessons. Not wishing to dis- turb them, we turned and tripping over the laces of our saddle shoes, made a hasty exit. 8