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

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THE KING OF HEARTS-DEDICATION HERE SITS THE LORD MAYOR-ADMINISTRATION BIG A, LITTLE A, BOUNCING B-FACULTY ONCE UPON A TIME, A LONG, LONG TIME AGO- BABY PICTURES OF TEACHERS 30 DAYS HATH SEPT.-SENIOR COUNCIL THESE ARE THE JACKS THAT BUILT THE HOUSE-STAFF HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH-CLASS HISTORY TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR-CELEBRITY PAGE RIDDLE-ME-REE-RIDDLES IZAKERS DOZEN-LAST wlu I SAW A SHIP A'SAlLING-L'ENVOI 793 ww fb' 'ucv -

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Darwinls theory of the survival of the fittest can be directly ap- plied to Taftls ignoble freshman, alias three blind mice. We, who have conquered this phase, can look with scorn on those who have not yet attained the mighty title of 'lSenior.', Who can forget the first encounter with such a specimen? Each book covered, an expectant gleam in his eye, our first blind one is anxiously searching for his geometry class. Unsuspecting creature that he is, he is immediately attracted by that most treasured possession-a blue and gold hat atop a worldly wise senior. In a polite tone, Cfor his junior high school teacher has taught him the value of courtesyl he asks, mln which secret hallway can Miss X's room be found?'l Need we go into the gory details of his endless search? We will say, however, that from this day forward he knows that VVilliam lloward Taft School does not boast a fifth floor. Having encountered our first lost soul, and leaving him to the mercy of his superiors, we pick up the trail of our second wanderer. Fatigue has overcome him. The maze of classrooms has become unbearable, the cafeteria, peaceful haven, awaits him next. A wild scurry for a fable ensues, a seat is secured, and the happiest period of the day is before him, but his anticipation of tranquility is quickly changed to one of despair, for in the distance he observes-the Hlrlatf' The next step is the renewed quest for a table. This lowly fresh- man has dared to occupy a table at the back of the lunchroom, the space alloted to the seniors since . . . The third vagabond in our series, after a tremendous loss of shoe leather, has discovered-wonder of all wonders-the elevatorl Little does he know that a collection of ailments has been re- served by the eighth termers. The elevator reveals a conglomer- ation of that perennial blue and gold shouting in unison, Whores your pass? As the villain would say, Curses-foiled again? The three blind mice leave with one thought in mind. The theory of the survival of the fittest has reigned supreme. And the exalted senior illustrates supremacy .... RUTH GOLDBIAN RENEE STRUHL 4 Mgt 'U lm' rm , 'f ,i.,1 f ' 'Xj'yvu,gJi - N N T 1 P00 lllr l l yt if i 7 W N ll yi l ry, l' r 'ylwr X Ny, X' Nw r QW v t A will will is -- wi will vlkllllllw ilu lull ' uw 'lX,l'l 1'l' lx' V' X X xr' tp X J will NV Tllllxll ,qt A, -wlr lll lll ull? 'N ,r l Mr xl my fkxxl' .. JA r T mx ,X 5 ffl' X l l ' l r, V F' WK y rttr -ll it rit n 'll' 1 'U A lkllfx' X l l'ilfl'vlll llllll1 ' V 'lwtllly 'yi' lip ,MWWY f M1 Li U M, up kd All ,ply ' 0 i-it ml , U0

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IF YOU HAPPEN TO WALK PAST ROOM 141 at eight thirty AM., youlre sure to be greeted by a line ol' blue and gold senior hats, all patiently awaiting the 'Senior Kinglfhl r. Benjamin H. Kaplan. NO TRUINIPETS BLAST, NO COUn1E1iS announce him, merely a struggle for first in line heralds his entrance. Immediately he is besieged by dozens Oi' questions. 'Mn Kaplan, do I have enough credits to get into llunter?' tWllCH do I take the college boards? Through his quiet but forceful manner, the line is once again restored to order. The bench is filled and the day begins . . . VERSATILTTY IS HIS M1nnLE NAIWE. He has taught mathematics, French, and is presently teaching Spanish. His hobbies include music, traveling, his own three children, and the 528 June graduates for whom he is the adopted father. TO THIS INIAN YVIIOSE BROAD SHOULDERS have carried the problems of the entire class and whose wise counsel has set many a perplexed senior on the right road, we dedicate this, our yearbook. R. S., S. O., 1.14. 6