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

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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

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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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Diseousolately turning the corner and approaching the Boys' Cyni, we heard a wild ery of A'Charge! No. it wasnt 'l'eddy Roosevelt, but rather Mr. Strobel and Miss Edgerly in blue and gold striped tights, fencing. Sitting on a lngh stool was Mr. Dargo, the referee, taking bets froin Mrs. Syrop. who was egging Miss Edgerly on in Cernian, and Miss Cronin busily adding up her lllOlltl1'S betting expenses. Once more heartbroken at not finding Dr. Adonis, We headed for the auditoriuin and quite weary sank into seats. We could hear the strains of Chopin's I'1tude aptly being played by Mrs. Lewis. Sitting before her were Mrs. Sloane and Mrs. Ilarte pondering over their inconie tax returns. Suddenly, Mrs. Ilarte threw up her pen in exasperationg Oh, she sighed, this deducting for each of my students will take ine all day! VVe soon realized that just sitting there was useless so we picked up our bodies, shouted, Feet move! and shuffled out. XVe walked toward Mr. Brodie's office for one last try, but as we looked up, we stopped dead in our tracks. For there, before us, in red letters inserted in a glass ease was printed I. M. Adonis, U. S. Navy. We groaned hysterically and per- haps a little too loudly, for as Mr. Lieff walked by he said rather sternly, Girls, just because your fathers are opticians, you don't have to make spectacles of yourselves! And so, as reserved as possible, we walked out of the building feeling happy and in a strange way proud. NYC both agreed that it was really time for all Taft to ring out HA Bell for :Xdonis. 1-'u.-xNe1Ni: eoon:xr.xN, ISABICLLIC rrouowrrz