Battin High School - Red and White Yearbook (Elizabeth, NJ)

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XJQJ ll I I M W1 I N l A531 hsffmg ntl? IT X5 It was ultra, ultra, ultra! It was gorgeous, it was fine. It was Clara Bow in ermine, It was Swanson sipping wine, I t was llappers, It was fringes, It was pearls and furs and hinges, It was college tunes and coats of coon, and shingled bobs and gangster mobs. It was fabulous, glorious, stupendous and dee-vine. I t came fast and it lived fast- - It passed away in time! . ' ANGELA VERLENGERI, 'go No more I 'll dance from man to man. I-Ie's mine to keep . . . hm-m-m . . . if I can. CLARE KALLIO, '51 Now comes the time for the Senior Hop. Now to End someone who's got a jalop. CONNIE Wrucmay, 'go 16 Umar Hearts . . . I wish I was a Happer With a 1920 air, Then I could wear a frizzled mop, And hats that hide my hair. I 'd wear my stocking to my lcnee And tie it in a knot. My face would be all painted, With a heart-shaped beauty dot. Around my hips there'd be a belt , Of bright fringed orange satin. At night I'd study how to woo, And never learn my Latin. I 'd smolce ten packs of cigs a day And live on whisky sours- Dancing to a Charleston tune, I 'd while away the hours. She must be crazy, you may say, And wonder why I act this way. lt's 'cause I've gone to see today The play, Our Hearts Were Young and Gay. CONNIE WRIGLEY, 'go GROWING PAINS or YOUNG GIRLS' LAMENT We heard the sound of dancing feet, We felt the rhythm of their beat. The flashing whirl of sillcs and lace, The breathless, fascinating pace. Our eyes reflected many hues, Enchanted pictures loathe to lose. . In later days will come our chance, Then we will join the carefree dance. JUDY F ELDMAN, '50 L ut, l

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Yes, yes, Ma, hurry now! came the chorus of the kids' voices. The car had two folding-chairs in the back, still it was quite a prob- lem to seat fourteen people. We must have looked a lot like the family in Cheaper by the Dozen, only more absurd riding down the streets in our bathing suits. I think I have the seating right. Let's see: Daddy up front, with Momma holding Marc, and Iudy in the middle. The back seat was always a more serious problem. The big girls would not sit on the folding-chairs and the little ones objected because they had sat on them the last time. Lee said grumpily, Daddy, you said we could sit on the big seats this time. Let Estelle and Lucille sit there. It became bedlam with the screaming and yelling until a superior voice rang out: Be quiet, or I'll send all of you back into the house! I'll have my head examined if I take you anywhere again! Momma said, Please, Abe, sh, don't get excited. I'm not excited, he cried indignantly. We younger ones would be subdued for a while, angrily taking our assigned seats while the four haughty older girls looked on. As the saying might go, In summer a child's fancy turns to food. Iudy was eating a plum and Diane grappled with her for a bite. Lee was bothering a bee and a moment later it stung him. Marc was climbing back and forth, undecided as to whether to stay up front or go in the back, being coaxed from both sides. It was like a three-ring circus. Finally, we got started, with some of us crying, others laughing, some contented, some angry, but all going swimming at Lake Hopatcong. LEONA GOLDBLATT, '50

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Exit Edblftlffflffv He came strolling down the street, arm in arm with my brother. He was slightly shorter than Iacky, but the carriage of his head and his broad shoulders made him appear taller. The two came up the walk and blew into the house. He stood there surveying his surroundings. I felt that his blue eyes took everything in, the piano, the radio, which was at that moment playing my favorite tune, Mel 'I'orme's But Beautiful. I felt sure this was significant as I looked into his eyes. Oh, Remi, this is my bratty kid sister. You can call her Tubbie. Everybody does. I'll never forgive jackie for that introduction. Hate blazed from my eyes, but Iacky calmly turned, grinned, and walked into the kitchen to tell Mama he was back from the train station. Hello, I said, hoping desperately my hair was still curly. Hi, Tubbief' Remi said and he too left for the kitchen. I dashed for the phone, slamming all doors behind me, mechanically dialed the familiar number, then sobbed into the phone: Kathy, he's here! I'm not crying but, golly, he hardly noticed me, and Iacky's so hateful. If you had heard the perfectly awful way he introduced me, you wouldn't even consider going to the Prom with him. I'm sure lack won't let me spend more than two minutes alone with Remi if he can help it and he's so-o-o cute. Well, he's about Eve feet ten - Yes, he is, I'm sure .... I.know lack said it was live feet six, but I'm sure it's ten and he has black curly hair . . . no, it is curly. I don't care what Iacky said, it is! And his eyes are the clearest blue .... Well, if you know so much about it, why ask me? . . . Can you come over? Swell! So long. , Remi stayed for days, but I was with him alone only for a few minutes at a time. QThank you so-o-o much, Iacky!j Golly, even Cleopatra couIdn't get anywhere in ten minutes! On my birthday, how- ever, I did have a glimpse of Heaven. I promised Iacky I'd do the dishes for three weeks if he'd see that Remi stayed for the party. After a whole evening of wishful thinking, some kind soul prompted him into asking me to dance. The tune we danced to was, by some strange coincidence and the puckishness of Kathy, But Beautiful. '