Bay Ridge High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 62 of the 1938 volume:

S h p a T. g 0 LL u A , i ., .L, yV.,... ..w.,I.T , ,Hoiiiar? ZFmsptvy New Horizons I am a part of all tljal I ljave met; Yet all experience if an arch where tljrol Gleam; tljat untmwllld world wboye margin fade: Forever and forever wloen I move HESE lines of Tennyson express our leelings when we Jrliink of lhe experiences life ollers us. Much has been wrillen aboul lhe beauly anol wonder of olher lands; and we. loo. are endeavoring l'o bring lo you lhose far away Elysiums lhrough l'hlS. our New Horizons Number. Travel. 01c course. affords lhe grealesl opporlunily for opening new vislas: bul lhose of us who are unable lo allorol visils l'o olher lands can glimpse new horizons in lhis complex world +hrough +he medium of books. +hea+res. radio, sporls. anol counlless olher means of broadening our vision. Mosl' of us really know wl'ial Hie ol'her hallc of We worlol is like. nol because we have visil'eol il . bul because we have Jrravelleol +hrough il in lileralure. Many of us know if from slage or screen in; lerprelalions. or from lhe radio. Foreign languages. loo, bring Closer l'o us Hie realms oulsilole our nalive land; and always we linol ourselves eagerly seeking new inspiralion. Sporls oller opporlunilies for enfer- ing new worlds of good sporlsmanship and good l'ieallh. There is so much for us lo enioyl , If is parlicularly filling ll'ial Hie aim of l'his issue should. be l'o give you a glimpse of anolher worlcl-+l1e world of arl. and we have broughl you one of Hial worlol's Jrreasures-a beaulilul porlrail. Miss Turner's porlrail will be lo us nol only We piclure of a clear friend and leader. bu1L also a link wilh anolher world-ll'ie world of beauly. And so lel us. like Ulysses. become a parl of all +ha+ we have mel: . ancl. ever seeking lurlher. perhaps some day we shall overlake our elus- ive horizons. ll nol. we shall slill have had +he gololen dreams and buoyanl hopes +ha+ inevilably accompany Jrlmese searches. PorfrahL 0 Miss Turner Painfed by John C. Johansen. NA. Presenfed +0 +he school by Hwe Faculfy and Sfudenfs of Bay Ridge High School THE MAROON AND WHITE Published by the students of BAY RIDGE HIGH SCHOOL Brooklyn, New York MABEL R. BENWAY, Acting Principal THE STAFF Editor-in-Chief LOUISE OUTLAW Associate Editor Literary Editor Dorothy Bloom Norma Cary Literary Staff Iecmne Brand Antoinette Laino Mildred Edlich Mary Lutfy Isabelle Featherstone Marie Maori Thomasina Findlay Helen McCulloch Helen Gounnoud Marion Mullen Anthe Guimes Beatrice Thien Ann Hardie Helen Trezise Audrey Hoag Ethel Van Wynen Shirley Iohnston Ruth Van Wynen Geraldine Natoli Art Staff Grace Kelly Covem Iecxn Augustin Iecm Marie Carlsson Annette E. Kloss Helen Sorenson Business Staff Mildred Edlich, Business Manager Ruth Hamilton, Circulation Manager Margaret Callahan Adele Lombardi Irene Grief Lorraine Palmer Margaret Iacobson Catherine Pinto Annette Kloss Mary Schnath Margrete Lund Iean Shaw VOL. 37 aVVu :7? i , 277 C34 A, v 1x gs? X 3 FL! 4-1 mi... LEI. LU. I g 5 5L. Pa aiALE x . q COHT'E'HTf Dedication Miss Sullivan's Letter Fashion Artist A.....60 ....61 ....62 Strolling on Shore Road ......................................... 64 Quote Res ............................................................................... 65 The Joyful Hours .. And Phantom Shades Climbing Kittens Something Happens Class Prophesy . On Packing On Being Twins Thwarted Girlhood Nothing Ever Happens ....................................... 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If Nature's welcome was thrilling but unkind, we can only hope that ours, although less thrilling, was more kind. How short the years! For we are about to bid farewell to you, those Freshmen, now grown to Seniors, soon to be Graduates. You are leaving us for the great world outside. We have many happy memories of our work and play together, of our fine friendships, warm and rich in loyalty, of our genuine spirit of co- operation, of our belief in one another, and of the fun through it all. We shall miss you when you go, but we know that the world needs your youth, your eagerness, your faith. Ask little of that world, but be ready to give unsparingly of your talents and to share unselfishly your achievements and successes. Our good wishes go forth with you. We shall think of you often with pride in your accomplishments, and always with an understanding heart. Loretta Sullivan. ARISTA Sixty-one F ashion Artist By GERALDINE NATOLI and JEANNE BRAND office of the Conde Nast Publications, Gray Bar Building, New York. Her dark brown eyes were alert and her expressive face was framed by dark brown hair, braided halo fashion. She extended a friendly hand in greeting and we suddenly realized that this was she for whom we had been waitingeCipe Pineles, former Bay Ridge Studentetoday one of the world's leading illustrators and now engaged as Assistant Art Director of Vogue Magazine. Leading the way into a glass enclosed patio, she inquired about her Alma Mater. She appeared interested to hear of the changes time had brought about in Bay Ridge High School and to learn that Miss Caccamo, a former classmate, was now teaching here. SHE was smartly dressed, this young woman who greeted us in the Finally getting down to the business at hand, we learned that she and her sister had come from Vienna to Bay Ridge in their third term. She knew very little English, but by constantly doubling in the language, she managed to gain a good knowledge of it. In her senior year she won the Atlantic Monthly prize for her story, HBolsheviki, which later appeared in the Maroon and White, June 1926. Her special talent, however, lay not in the writing field. She had always liked to draw and on graduating from Bay Ridge she received a scholar- ship to Pratt Institute. Then she was awarded a fellowship to Tiffany Foundation. Although her ambition was to become a painter, she realized its impracticability and instead went in for commercial art. As she herself said, speaking rather rapidly and with a delightfully clipped accent, uIf you wish to be a success in the business art world you must apply your talent to some immediate need, such as commercial art or photography. In her present position, Miss Pineles does some illustrating and plans the make-up and layout for llVogue. She recently illustrated two success- ful books by Marjorie Hillis: Live Alone and Like It, and Corned Beef and Caviar. Not prepared to say that her work is all a bed of roses, she put it simply by saying: llSometimes it is fun and sometimes it is very hard work. This year Miss Pineles spent ten months in London preparing the Coronation Issue of the London Vogue. uMy one difficulty, she said, laughing reminiscently, was in finding my way about the strange London streets. lust as I would get to know a street by the buildings on it they would be decorated for the Coronation and I would be lost again. When asked if she thought that the fashion field was an open one for Sixty-two young women today, Miss Pineles said that she believes the fashion field ewriting, acting as a stylist or fashion adviser to smaller stores, promotion in fashion copyeis a very rich one and offers unusual opportunity for young women today. She thinks that the fashion field demands more than a high school education. College, a good writing background, much reading, foreign travel, an interest in women's clothes, an eye for elegance -all help enrich the young woman Who hopes to go into the fashion field. Consenting to give a bit of advice to the young girl who intends to enter this profession, Miss Pineless said, HI believe that the girl Who goes in for fashion illustrating would benefit by going to an art school. This is, however, not necessary so long as she remains conscious of the styles and watches leading fashion magazines. She should do lots of drawing from the nude and learn how to draw women naturally in all sorts of positions. She must learn how to draw a woman from every possible angle in every type of dress. In conclusion, Miss Pineles praised the young girl of today because she believes in looking youthful and smart and has a taste for suitable comfortable clothes. HShe does not insist on wearing high heels if she feels that low ones are more appropriate and becoming, as well as more COmfortable. SENIOR MEMBERS OF THE LANGUAGE CLUBS Sixty-three Strolling On Shore Road with HELEN McCULLOCH Ridgeites from Freshman to Senior. It's like this: the weather's so warm and sunny, you just can't bear sitting in the house. You put on that new hat With the ten inch feather and the coat that was pronounced, by the salesgirl, only yesterday, as simply stunning; and in your high heeled pumps, the perfect walking shoes, you trip over to your girl friends and say to her, HCome on, let's go for a walk. She says, HWhere? And then you say, HWhy, Shore Road, I guess. And then the two of you, With that gait somehow peculiar to Bay Ridge- ites, swing along looking as though you didn't have a care in the world. It's hard, but you manage to look aloof when some passing fellows show a slight tendency to be a shade more friendly than necessary. And then, When some fresh little imp points at you and yells, Wa-hoo, the Indians are loose againelook out! , you turn around, raise your eyebrows, and give that mother's little darling a very superior look. By the time you've reached 79th Street, you've forgotten all about having sworn off candy just yesterday, and, abandoning your dignity, you dash up to the candy wagon to invest in some nourishment. Then you walk along munching on the chocolate bar. Somehow or other, the bench-warmers seem to be particularly amused by two apparently grown-up girls walking along a public thoroughfare chewing on candy. The women, in particular, make sure they don't miss a thing and they seem to make a point of looking at you from head to toe and then up again. Invariably a slight conversation ensues behind gloves, immediately after your passing. You may be the center of interest so far as the Hbench-sitters go, but you're still the audience so far as the other pedestrians are concerned. Hard- ly a block goes by Without your girl friend's making some remark such as: tContinued on Page lUSl YOU'VE all done it; it's the favorite Sunday afternoon pastime of Bay Sixty-tour Quae Res CONQUEROR Sky! Thou massive, whirling world of blue! I would encircle you! I would lift you in my strong, young arms, I would grasp you, pointing, worn with ecstasy, I would capture every star and moon beam, too . . . And make their glimmer all a port of me. Moon! I would stand upon your pole, tronslunor rim; I would drink your beauty; I would sing or hymn With stardust sprinkled in my hoire And muSic sounds, then fades away To startle beauty in her lair . WHILE MUSIC SOUNDS So long as music sounds, you will be near, For you are music and I hear You clear and strong on every wind That bloweth in the great, dark night; Before you come I was quite blind To musicls charmsebut in your sight I grew to love all melody Because it brought you close to me. Ah, distance is or powerlessything, Whilst lute and violin com bring The loveliness of you; maidens singing Create your vision clear as day And make my heart learn scale To sing along the way That music tokes-Jthe path to you! PROPHECY A fortune teller told me: Three great loves are thine. But, my dear, she must be wrong For you are number nine! Louise Outlaw. Sixty-five The Joyful Hours By LOUISE OUTLAW hh REMEMBER, I remember I Do you remember? Will you some day, when your grand- children are seated around you by the fireside, tell them of the joytui hours you spent, when you were young, in Bay Ridge? Will you tell them with a wistful smile for the youth that was yours, of the first day you came to High School, and how important you felt when you descended the snow-topped hill down to the Annex door? It was all so strange and newebut pleasantly so. At first you couldn't accustom yourself to the traffic routine and the strict silence of prefecte so different from grammar school days-but as time passed, you got in step with the rest of the world-for the Annex was your world then. It was like a little community that heard news from the outsideethe Main Buildingethrough the medium of the Ridge Echo, but was little affected by it. You had your own life, there in the Annex. A life that included raiding the pantry for cheese tid-bits and putting on one act plays in English. Remember Bee Thien as Silas Marner? The snow effect was produced by a generous sprinkling of Lux. And in between acts a wheezyr gramophone kept the audience entertained. Do you remember writing your autobiography? What tireless endeavor was expanded upon that objet d'art! How thrilled you were when yours went to the Main Building to be exhibited! You trooped all the way up there to gaze proudly upon it . . And soon you grew a little venturesome and decided to print your own paper. Remember the debut of the tiYounger Set ? Ieanne Brand was Editor-in-Chief. The business staff haunted the Annex exits, selling the three-cent epistle, in which Norma Cary and Helen McCulloch collabo- rated on their first laugh-provoking story. The Main was giving an opera-ttPatience ein the Academy of Music. You went in your iiSharpie socks and felt terribly unsophisticated when you saw the senior usherettes so gorgeously arrayed and perfectly poised. One day you were sent to the Main to see the ceremony celebrating the installation of the stained glass windows. It was a solemn, breath- taking occasion, and after it was over, you went to the Ioan Corridor and stood looking at those shining windows . . . You were beginning to see a little more clearly now; life was beginning to take on a new meaning . . . Then, before you knew it, you were leaving the Annex for the Main Building. You were sad, you were glad, you were frightenedethe Main Building was such a big place. You bade good-bye to Miss Lederhil's cats and thought regretfully that you would no longer be able to sit on the floor in study . . . or listen to Miss Iremonger's Hfrog stories. Sixty-six tContinued on 103 And Phantom Shades By ANN HARDIE And phantom shades that hover round in dreams Come full of sorrow, bringing vain delight, For vain it is,-when one Sees seeming shows of goods, And gliding through his hands the dream is gone, After a moment's space, On wings that follow still Upon the path where sleep goes to and fro. day. Until the light began to fade he had been content to laugh; and since now sighing came more easily, he became wistfully pen- sive to the point of sighs. There was no surprise with his sadness, for every day passed thus; always it had been dusk when he would relish being another man. At times he would Wildly wish to be far from the city in which he dwelt: he could not leave. At others he must reacquaint himself with the philosophers now dead: he could not read. More often he wished himself not alive, with them, but he could not keep from smiles at these moments. ' Life was for him, but not all of living. He could not think Clearly when night was approaching. He sometimes dreamt upon far chimneys that were there before his eyes, but could not say of what he dreamt: there was no action in his dream. This day dreams would not come to him and thought was gone. He left the house and made his strange way through the darkening streets wanting to be further away, further away. Heavy shadows came and covered him and for that he was thankful. He should have liked to have said: nl am wonderfully alone with my thoughts, but he could not. Although he knew that thought was there, he could not feel its presence. , He knew, when he had reached the lighted streets, that the people were knowing that his walk was aimless. It was evident, he realized, that he was abnormally accustomed to the places that he passed since he looked at nothing. Some sense led him to turning at the end of a walk; and kept him from death beneath the cars. He stepped into the path of one approaching and said not: uHow close am I to death, but nHow kindly he has looked at' me. I should have smiled at him. Once, he knew that he had been quite close to a speeding trolley car. He could hear, as from some world other than this, the voice of the operator, screaming to him. He could hear, too, the shrieking of the wheels on the tracks, but then . . . he was a poet, and there was a remarkable rhythm to all of this motion around him. Suddenly he became aware that it had never been unfamiliar to him; GRAY was the light that tell about him and gray was all else for that tContinued on Page lU7l Sixty-seven Climbing Kittens By BETTY LINDQUIST hh HeOH, there goes another perfectly good pair of stockings. All 0 because of , but wait, a good story always begins at the be- ginning. When we first saw her, she was caught in a neighbor's basement. Dirty, dusty, and thin, she looked as though she hadn't eaten for days, which was probably true. Sis and I fell in love with her, dirt and all, but Mother . . . Well, we finally broke down Mother's sales resistance, or cat resistance, or whatever it was, because after much persuasion on our part, she finally let us keep Sister, although she stoutly maintained that one cat is enough for a family in the city. Sister flourished under our loving care, and became a beautiful, sleek coal-black member of the feline category. When we discovered she was to have kittens, we became wild with joy, for now we would have our own kittens to play with and fondle and love. If we had treated her well before, she was treated as a piece of costly china now. Sister had all she could possibly want to eat and more. Nothing was too good for our pampered pet now. I remember well the afternoon the little darlings arrived. The snow was whirling around outside, with the wind blowing great gusts against the window. Sister had long since been provided with a cardboard box, which she would have none of, and which Patsy, our other spoiled pet cat, promptly monopolized. However, by dinnertirne, she had presented us with four descendants, two black, two grey. l was frankly disappointed in them. They looked like so many mice, instead of fluffy kittens. But I bore up bravely, and tried to love them anyway. Sister was very glad to share them with us, those first weeks. She would look up and beg us to tell her what a good little mother she was, and how lovely her babies were. But when they were about three weeks old, and big enough to scratch tContinued on Page lOSl Sixty-eight Something Happens Something usually does when Norma Cary and Helen McCulloch go off on c: hunt- to Europe, no less! Here's their letter to Pam Blenc-owe. EAR PAM, D Here's hoping you've got a strong constitution and not a weak heart, 'cause a letter from us must be a big surprise. We decided on a joint lettereyou see, we've been in Scotland almost a day now, and the Scot's idea of thrift has already so taken possession of us, that one stamp is all we can possibly bring ourselves to use. tAfter all, two pence half penny is nothing to be sneezed atj . I guess we'd better tell you about the Rex first. We can't begin to explain the thrill we got as the boat slowly slid away from the pier. Norma was feeling rather weepy, but after the first meal, she perked up. We used plenty of energy playing deck tennis, shuffleboard, and swimming in the Lido pool, but promptly replenished the lost energy by devouring yards and yards of spaghetti, and topping each meal with pastry and bisque tortoni. When we had only six courses, we began to feel neglected. All was harmonious between us till we both began to compete for the attentions of practically the only unattached male aboard la southern plantation owner whose sparsity of hair belied his rumored age of thirty, and who, for the purpose of losing twenty pounds, made his daily repast solely on lamb chops and pineapplel. But after we learned he couldn't truck, we lost all interest in him, and again became friends. The boat docked on the fifteenth of May, in Naples. The most striking thing was all the uniforms; practically every male we saw from the tender age of five to fifty, sported a uniform. The plumes on some of the officers' hats would have made Mae West's insignificant. Our hotel was directly opposite the Bay of Naples and, by standing on our balcony, we could see Mt. Vesuvius and the steady stream of smoke it emitted. Next we went to Rome via third class railway. We became very indignant when we saw that American Express had made reservations in third instead of first class, but when we asked about it, we found the only difference between the two was that in first, there were pictures on the compartment walls. So . . . we rested our eyes on each other instead of someone's weird conception of Dante's Inferno, and saved our lira. tContinued on Page lOZl Sixty-nine Class PIOpheCy NN OOD EVENlNG, ladies and gentlemen, this is yours truly, the Vox 6 Pop editor, broadcasting as usual in front of the Empire State building. lllnstead of making an announcement on tonight's subject, let me read some headlines which have appeared in newspapers tor the last week and which have brought so many lovely Bay Ridge ladies here this evening. Tuesday, February 1, 1940. lLevine Super Colossal films to Seek New Star over Vox Pop Program. Caroline Levine, Hollywood Producer, to Choose Successor to Norma Shearer from among old Classmates of Bay Ridge High School' uMiss C. Levine of Levine, Levine and Levine Super Colossal films, said in an interview today, Yes, it is quite true we are looking for a successor to Miss Shearer, who has just retired. The qualifications include being a graduate of Bay Ridge High School, Class of Ianuary 1938, and having a personality that will carry over the tootlights.' llWell, folks, now that you all know tonight's big news, we will pro- ceed with the program by asking New York's new mayor, the only person to whom LaGuardia would resign office, to say a few words. Introducing our first candidate, Her Honor, Mayor Geraldine Natolil HGood evening, my friends, I am happy to see all these old classmates of mine here today looking so fit. Many of them are well known to you in business, political, musical and art centers. uThat's line, Your Honor, and now it Miss Margaret tPegl Gillespie will step to the microphonewlolow do you do, Miss Gillespie. You were a member of that illustrious class, Ianuary 1938, were you not? HYes, l was. uAnd your present occupation? Editor of the New York Times. uAh, 1 know you are a very busy woman, so we do not want to detain And your name, please? llBeatrice Thien. uAnd your present occupation? llPrincipal of the Greenwood Kindergarten School. nWonderful, my dear madam. But, it you will permit me, an unusual occupation for such a fair young womaneAhem! Before we interview the next candidate, let me point out some celebri- tContinued on Page 1061 Seventy I WA mAgxggv 9X W - v t xx 44 69 N,A, fr 1 ' 5 a 4A i3; Qua ; mgw , m v K $$le On Packing By IEANNE BRAND I'm offemmmm-mew lopin coat for the campus and football weore that's in-next wine velvet dczte dresseAunt Sue's darling presente a blue linen combing jacket Inice to have relativesesometimesb Brrrringwoops, the phone: it's Bob-Hello Idulcet tonesi Oh! Idrop of register 30 degreesi Margy, of course, I'm goingethot is, if I ever get packed and if I com keep my angelic kid sister out of my trunkeIBetty, get away from my new pursei. That child hots o possiOn for purses, Morgyestorting young, too,ect Shylock at heart, I guess-o farewell bridge tonight, Margy? How sweet of you-who's going? All our crowd-thot's grandem-m-m-tra night at seven-thanks loads, Morgyee'Bye! Now to get back. Where was I-dote dress, long rippled velvet gloves to match-Now shoeslw-Ctlligator, suede, saddle shoes, oxfords, pumps, shoe treesewhere ore theye-my shoe trees-Betty! They are not dollseput them back instantly! Idistracted pull of new permanenti. Silver evening slip- pers-thot reminds me, my blue taffeta formal isn't packed yet, by the belt of Orion. IMust have been an Irishman, I guessi when will I ever finish? Now! stockingstwhot 1uxury-the only time I ever had twelve pairs at once eBrrrring-J'll answer it, MumseI-Iello! No, this isn't Prospect Porkvyou have the wrong number. eOh dear Ipensivelyi I wonder it Bob will call before I go. Heavens! my beer jacket vanished ogoin-gone with the wind-ond Betty, I suppose. They're synonymous, anyway. What nexteI'd better check off this list-slipsebottomdrotw snuggles, colored gloves, peasant neckerchief for CI windy rumble seateskirts, sweat- erseWhot's that scratching noiseeOh Lord! the kitten's in my riding boots again! ' Raincoat and umbrella: where shall I put theme-rrring Igrouchilyi WhositeBob! You couldn't call before because you were with your uncle? I see-I didn't even notice it; I've been so busy packing Ionly Ct little white liei. You have some important things to tell me? Of course I'll be home after Margy's party tonighteott nine-thirtye'bye Ilingeringlyi. To to to to! and I was afraid he wouldn't call- All througheciose the trunk, snap the lock and I'm ofteMercifuI heavens! I've locked the key in! SHADES of Caesareonly this afternoon left for packing and tomorrow Seventy-two On Being Twins By RUTH cmd ETHEL VAN WYNEN HE COMING of the Quintuplets caused a sensation and put in the back- T ground the novelty of twins; yet we twins have as difficult a time as five people who look alike. Being twins is a lot of fun, but it also has its drawbacks and much embarrassment in the long run. llWhich one are you? is a constant interrogation which often tires one so much as to want one to answer HGuess who? But that would hardly be kind, since we well understand and sympathize with those who try to tell us apart. School is one of the usual places where our mistaken identity comes up. Indeed, it is not at all our intention to ignore people who speak to one of us, thinking it is the other,- but our quizzical and often quite dumb expression can only be explained as our embarrassment. While speaking of school, we must relate an incident which happened in P. S. 170. Because of a much more striking resemblance then, it was quite a problem for our teachers to tell us apart. It seemed that most of the teachers took a fancy tor the name Ruth, so whenever a question was directed to a Van Wynen, it was always aimed at Ruth. As time passed on, Ethel became rather bored; so the next time a question was aimed at Ruth, Ethel arose and answered the question. This happened many times after this, and the teachers were none the wiser. One really amusing incident occurred at a dance. One of us was dancing with a fellow, and, as we turned away to break, the other returned to finish the danceesomething like a relayebut the unsuspecting young man continued to dance without any idea of the switch. Kinda crushing to one's personality, don't you think? Often we are asked questions like ul-low does your family tell you apart? lll-low do you tell your clothes apart? lll-low do you decide what to wear? But it is just as simple as if we were not alike at all. Clothes, however, gives rise to a most depressing problem in being twins: shopping. We try dresses on, can't agree, and finally when we do agree, the store hasn't a duplicate of the model and oh! its so discouraging. Sometimes one feels like dressing in black and the other in blue. l he outcome is that we usually get some entirely different color. We very seldom argue as to what to wear. One goes to the closet, takes out a dress to wear, and the other just puts it on. We have always, up to the present time, tried to dress alike, wear our hair alike, and so on, but soon we'll have to change and become two separate individuals, for graduation from High School seems to cause that. Yet, for the present, we'll keep on being twins, a dual puzzle to our friends. In summing up our position, we can only say, that we don't mind all the annoyances caused by our happy but somewhat upsetting state as twins. Always ours is double troubleedouble personalitiesedouble mis- takes-and double bills for papa. Seventy-three tEditoWs Comment: This stowy was contributed to the Ridge Echo a year ago by An'n Hardie. It was handed back with the accompanying cm'ticism by the Echo adviseq', Mr. Anton B. Serota. The Maroon and White now takes 97'th pleasurre in printing both the original stowy and M7 Serotats comment. THWARTED GIRLHOOD or THE PUN-Y STORY OF CINDEREL-LEE Lee's sister had Benway for several Weeks touring the British Isles and reveling in the delights that Avon and Shropshire and other lovely places had to offer. She had returned home that morning at the crHackedorn and was reKleining on the Sopher as she talked with Lee. iil suppose you are glad to be Back, said Lee, attempting to be Witte. ul am, her sister replied, to Lee's surprise, iibut l was a little upset when I was crossing the Waters. HYou don't look so well . . . not quite as Staudt as when you left.'.' HAnd I'm very tired. I have a Stack of letters to answer, said her sister. I go through all this at the end of every Somer. Vacationing always Putz me back a few weeks, in my correspondence. 0, Powers that be! If I were only King with a dozen secretaries to do my letter-writing! Thenl might Behrman and his follieseand lettersff HYes. It's a pity that you have so many Franz, Schneered Lee, going into the Hall where she could conceal her emotions, for Lee was Greene with envy. . Well, thank goodness, I'm Fried of any worries like yours, she called, putting on her hat. nGoodbye. .l'm going for a walk in the Forrest. Some of the trees need Bruning. Hlt it's rabbits you want to Hunt, Ley. said her sister, with a smirk, HThen stop Stahling and hurry. We have nothing in the house for your supper. Are you trying to be Finney? tBut Lee was used to this kind of treatmentj uWe have a couple of things: Faust, a can of beans and second, some spinach, said the sister, gleefully. HWell, all right, then. I'll be Levin you, said Lee, as she Drew on her gloves. Crozier eyes and go to sleep while I am away. I hope that sister of mine will Draper muffler about her shoulders, said the sister, when Lee had left. HShe's been Coffin a lot, today. She must have caught Cole. somehow. Soliloquizing further, she said: ill wonder if Dick likes the way she Combs her Brown hair, now. It so, Denham and her will get married, may- be, and I will not have to worry about her welfare any longer. Meanwhile, as she Randles through the forest, Lee is thinking: ill do wish Sis wouldn't be so Close. 1 have to beg for a month, even if I only want a Buck, while she goes out and buys herself whatever her little heart desires and keeps up with the latest Stiles. Her life is the Katz! As she went further into the forest, she gathered certain vines suitable Seventy-four for use as Candela Wicks, another form her sister's stinginess took. Lee re- belled against this, too, since she was getting Baggs under her eyes from reading by candlelight. Sis is certainly a iBlodget on the family iscutcheon', said Lee, rue- fuily. HSometimes I feel that I should Welsh on her, but there is nobody to welsh on her to. It is too bad that mother and father are in Europe. A kinder, Braverman never lived than father. He is a perfect quI and Deg- hueest person I've ever knowneand ambitious! HI-Ie worked that whole Gran' Field of Wheat and sugar Kain When he was younger. HBut, sisteneoh! I am barely Ebel to hold up my head. Dick tells me that I am so Cerino, but little does he know that What Israel is that I am very much disturbed at my lot in life. He thinks I havent a Ker in the world, but I Havecker. 'Malone in this Wicked wide world! I cannot Barrett much longer. HWeII, I think it's Tonder go to the Miller, the Baker, and the Weaver to pay my bills, which are many. Ah, me, the Wolfe is at my door . . . soon I won't have a Kupfer to drink from. That reminds me, I must away and cool my fevered brow With an Alka-Stelzer! TI-IE EN D Editor's Note: Serota be a law against this sort of thing. CHEMISTRY, PHYSICS AND BIOLOGY Nothing Ever Happens A TRUE STORY BY AUDREY HOAG Woodbury, New Jersey EAR RUTH, D I guess my letters have been pretty dull up to now. Nothing ever seems to happen in Woodbury. In the daytime the natives gossip over the back yard fences and in the evening they crochet . . . such fun! But last night we were seated at the dinner table when the doorbell rang . . . Daddy rose to answer it. He opened the door and there stood a tall, slightly stooped man of about fifty. His high Cheek bones, dark, unfathom- able eyes and coarse black hair proclaimed him of another w0Ild. He twisted a weather beaten hat in his hands as he asked in a voice that had a trace of Western twang: uDo the Dimmicks live here? No. I'm sorry, said Dad. uI believe they occupied this house before we moved in, but I don't know where they are now. HYou couldn't help me find them? The voice was weary now. It's imperative that I get in touch with a young woman who lives with them. I don't know where she is at present and my only hope of finding her is through the Dimmicks. I've traveled quite a distance and I should like to accomplish something before returning home. HPerhaps Alma would know where you could reach her, ventured mother. I'll run over and ask. You come in and rest awhile. You look tired out. With that, she departed for the house across the street. We gazed at the stranger with frank curiosity, and he, sensing this, twisted his mouth in an odd, sad smile. III suppose you are wondering who I am and what my mission is, he said. HI have just come from Washington where some of my friends and I have conferred with the President about providing better housing condi- tions for us Indians. nYou look surprised, my boy, he said, looking at my young brother. nYes, I'm an Indian, but without the blanket and tomahawk with which you usually associate those of my kind. Well, Ruth, I had to blink to keep my eyes from popping out. Imagine such a thing happening to us-especially in a town like Woodbury where nothing ever happens! lll've come to Woodbury to find my daughter whom I haven't seen for nearly twenty years, continued the Indian. llln the summer of 1919, Mr. and Mrs. Dimmick traveled out west, and stopped at our reservation. Bess was a scrawny, neglected child of seven. Her mother had died the year before, and 1, young and ambitious, was attending Colsted University, and unfortunately had little time to tend to her needs. Mrs. Dimmick, in a tour of our Village, was attracted to Bess. Under strange circumstances, Mr. Dimmick rescued the Chief's nephew from the Seventy-six death-bite of a rattlesnake, and to show his gratitude and appreciation, the Chief offered to grant the Dimmicks any request. Fantastic as it may seem, Mrs. Dimmick desired to take Bess home with her! Upon hearing this, I was delighted, for I was sure Bess would be well provided for and that she would have many more advantages than I could afford. HSo, early in the fall, Bess set out with her new foster parents. For a few years I kept in touch with them, but gradually we ceased to write. I was busy trying to carve a career for myself, and I did not worry because I knew she was well and happy. HLast winter, however, Bess' grandfather died, and left her some valuable property. It became necessary that I find her. I had no idea where Woodbury was situated, but as I had to go to Washington, I decided to try to find this place, too. I do hope I can find her Just then mother returned. HWe've located her! Alma told me that the young girl who lived with the Dimmicks was married last spring to a nice young man living in I Glassboro. We called up Mrs. Dimmick's daughter and she gave us the address. Here it is. Mother handed the Indian a slip of paper. Our new friend thanked us and prepared to set out for Glassboro. Daddy offered to drive him and they went off together. When he returned some time later without the Indian, we met him with a stream of questions. Bess was living next door to a filling station Which her husband owned and operated. They were not well off and the property was welcome. This morning I was awakened by Miss McGowan, a school teacher who lives next door. She was Hyo-hooing Iin typical Woodbury manneri across the street to Alma. Later she and all the curious natives were going to call on the Indian girl, Bess, and get the lowdown. This, Ruth, is just one of the thousand of exciting events occurring every day in Woodburyeoh, yeah! But seriously, tho'eI'm going to keep this hanging over the heads of all you cityites who say: nOh, nothing ever happens in a small town. Love, AUDREY. Ax ATHLETIC CLUBS Seventy-seven Seventy-eight Class Celebrities Prettiest Senior Wanda Wisniewski Best Dressed Senior Constance Wiseman Most Popular Senior Grace Kelly Most Intelligent Senior Miriam Fabian Wittiest Seniors Camille Paleski, Pat Conrad Most Likely To Succeed Louise Outlaw, Peggy Gillespie Cutest Senior Midge Bibe Most Poised Senior Wanda Wisniewski Best All Around Seniors Dorothy Bloom, Mary Luffy Most Athletic Seniors Van Wynen Twins, Iectn Carlson Done Most For The Grade Margrete Lund mwxxwm , . a 4 PUBLICATIONS ABBOTT, ALICE Basketball, Leaders, Tennis. Ambition: To be Health Ed- ucation Teacher. ADAMS, IUNE G. O. Ambition: To get the knack of eating spaghetti. ADAMS, ODETTE President Sans Souci, Treas- u r e r Journalism, Science, Tennis S. S. C. Ambition: Gay Puree. ALWILL, ELVIA Choral Club, GO. Ambition: Be a success business. ANDRERSEN, NORMA LILLIAN Choral, G. O. Ambition: Dress Designer. ANSELMO, MARY I. G. O. Ambition. Dental Nurse. ARTESO, ROSE ATALLA, ELEANOR Ambition: To get fat. AUGUSTIN. JEAN Vice-President G. A. A., Swimming, Choral, Physics, Leaders. Ambition: Dress Designer. BAKER, ELEANOR G. O. Ambition: To travel. BAPTISTE, MARY Social Dancing, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: Become c1 Sur- geon. BARATTA, SOPHIE G. 0., Pan-American. Ambition: Commercial Ar- tist. Seventy-nine BARNES, DOROTHEA S. S. C., Tennis. Ambition: Be a dietician. BARRESE, ANNA G. O. Ambition: To teach. BASH, DORIS G. 0., S. S. C., Leaders, Chemistry. Ambition: To rise and shine. BERTRAM, MARION Arista, Scene Shifters, Legalites, French, G. O. Ambition: To be more than a secretary. BETHKE, ETHEL G. 0., Tennis, Social Danc- ing. Ambition: Sales Manager in Dept. Store. BIXBY, MARGARET Copy Editor Ridge Echo, Vice - President E t a o in , Scene Shifters, Iournalism, Physics. Ambition: Nurse. BIERKNES, CLARA A. Ambition: Veterinarian. BLAKE, ROSEMARY GENEVIEVE Current Events, S. G. O. Ambition: Chemistry er. BLENCOWE, PAMELA Arista, Sans Souci, Presi- dent Chemistry Club, Delta Pi Nu, Basketball. Ambition: To be om em- bolmer. BLOOM, DOROTHY Treasurer A r i s t a , Chem. Cl'ub, Sec. Scene Shifters, Sans Souci, Assistant Ed. Senior M. and W. Ambition: To play Brahms. BOVE, DOROTHY G. O. Ambition: Professional Dancer. BOYLE, DOROTHY G. 0., Social Dancing, Ma- rine. Ambition: To be c1 good Secretary. BRAFMAN, FRANCES G. 0. Pan-American. Ambition: St. John's lege. BRAFMAN, MILDRED G. 0. Ambition: Pianist. BRAND, JEANNE LAUREL President Orchestra, Choral Club, Iournalism, Poetry, Senior M. and W. Ambition: To write. BREDHOLT, ANNA G. 0., Senior Shorthand. Ambition: Secretary. BURKE, LORETTA G. 0., S. S. C., Choral, Delta Pi Nu, Chemistry. Ambition: A nurse. BURMAN, HELEN G. 0. Marine, Social Danc- ing, Baseball. Ambition; Private Secretary. BURNS, IO AN Swimming, Social Dancing, Aviation. Ambition: Commercial Ar- tist. BUTLER, MARCELLA G. 0., S. S. C., Pan-Amer- iccm, Senior M. and W. Ambition: To travel. CAFIERO, MARIE G. 0., Senior Shorthand. Ambition: To be a steno- grapher. CALAMAIO, GILDA G. 0., Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Nurse. CALLAHAN, CATHERINE G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To see a full dress parade at West Point. CALVACCA, CATHERINE G. 0. Ambition: Efficient Steno- grapher. Eighty-one CANADE, FLORENCE G. 0., Social Dancing. Ambition: To speak French. CANESA, ALICE G. 0., Social Dancing, Mim- eograph Squad. Ambition: Private Secretary. CAPONE, CATHERINE G. O. Ambition: Te be Cl keeper. CAPPOLA, JOSEPHINE S S. C., Aviation, Science, Current Events. Ambition: To finish Gone With The Wind. CARLSON, ELEANOR RUTH G. 0., Social Dancing. Ambition: Business World -C. P. A. CARLSON, JEAN A. B. Leaders, Terry Players, Basketball, Swmming, Base- boll. Ambition: To go to Kath- erine Gibbs. Eighty-two CARLSON, MARJORIE G. O. Ambition: Aviatrix. CARLSSON, IEAN MARIE G. 0., S.S.C., Senior M. CS W. Ambition: To study fashion. CARY, NORMA G 0., S. S. C., Marine, Stamp, Literary Editor of Senior M. and W. Ambition: Another trip to Europe. CASERTA, YOLANDA D. G. O. Ambition: Designer. CASOLA, MARIE Ambition: Business. CHILDS, HELEN G. O. Ambition: To go to College. CHIMENTI, MILDRED G. O. Ambition: To travel. CHRISTIANSEN, MARION G. 0:, S. S. C., Social Dancing, Tennis, Marine Ambition: Comtometer Op- erator CHRISTOPHERSEN, SYLVIA G. O., S. S. C., Terry Play- ers, Social Dancing, Tennis. Ambition: Business Execu- tive. COGAN, MORE LOUISA Arista, Choral Club, Chem- istry, Editor-in-Chief Science Chatter, Etaoin. Ambition: To be c1 famous chemist. COLES, MILDRED E. G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: To travel. CONRAD, PATRICIA G. 0., Orchestra, President Choral Club, Poetry, Knit- Wits. Ambition: To be c1 good singer. CONROY, ELLEN G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: To be a recep- tionist. COUMARIS, CALLIOPE I . Legqlites, Science, Sten. Ambltion: Accountant. CRANSTOUN, RACHEL Sten. Club. Ambition: Secretary. CRISITELLI, SHIRLEY G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: Marry Ct rich old man With a cough. CRISCUOLO, MARY G. O. Ambition: Couturiere. CRUTCHLEY. ANNE YEATON Scene Shifters, Vice-Presi- dent Iournalism, Physics, Delta Pi Nu, S. S. C. Ambition: To be a sympa- thetic nurse. Eighty-three CUCCIO, DOROTHY G. 0. Ambition: To graduate. DAVANZO, ANGELINA Social Dancing, Baseball. Ambition: Nurse. DAVIDSON, EILEEN Ambition: To see certain teachers do the HBig Apple. DAVIS, ALICE G. 0., Social Dancing. Ambition: Stenographer. DeDOMENICO, MARY G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To be ct nun. DELLA PIETRA, GLORIA G. 0., S. S. C., Tally Squad, Math. News. Ambition: School marm. Eighty-four DELLA PORTA, CELIA G. 0., S. S. 0., Chemistry, German. Ambition: Private Secretary. D'EMIC, IRENE G. 0., Social Dancing. Ambition: Accountant. DE SANTO, JOSEPHINE G.0., Social Dancing. Ambition: To follow straight road. DONO GHUE, GERTRUDE M. ' G. 0., S. S. 0., Delta Pi Nu, Social Dancing. Ambition: To keep quiet for five minutes. DORANS, MARION G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To be an efficient business Woman. DOUGLAS, ANGELA Social Dancing. Ambition: Dieticicm. DOUGLAS, EVELYN G. 0., S. S. C., Chem. Squad. Ambition: Occu p a t i o n 0L1 Therapist. DREIZIN, FAY G. 0., Social Dancing, quers, Choral. Ambition: Graduate Barnard With honors. DWORSKY. THELMA G. 0., S. S. C., Leaders, Basketball, Tennis. Ambition. To be a physical training teacher. EATON, DOROTHY G. O., S. S. C., Senior Shorthand. Ambition: To travel . EDLICH, MILDRED Etaoin, Arista, Business Manager Senior M. Sc W., Science Chatter Staff, Ger- mom. Ambition: Author. EDWARDS, RUTH G. O., S. S. C., Delta Pi Nu, Social Dancing. Ambition: To Jinish crochet- ing my bedspread. ERICKSON, MABEL Ambition: Visit England. ERICKSEN, MARGARET G. 0., Choral. Ambition: Dietitician. F ABIAN, MIRIAM Arista, Treats, Sans Souci, Sec. Chemistry, Current Events, Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Become 0. Doctor. FASANO, ROSE G. 0., Social Dancing, Bi- ology. Ambition: To be successful in the business world. FAY, ELIZABETH G. 0., Tennis, Pan-Ameri- can. Ambition: Social Worker. FEATHERSTONE, ISABEL G. O., Arista, Legalites, Sans Souci, Sec. Grade 8. Ambition: Business World. Eighty-five FENNELLY, CATHERINE G. O. Ambition: To travel all over the world. FICARRA, ANN G. O., Pres. of Science Club, Executive of Weather Bur- eau, Senior Shorthand Club, Senior Knit-Wits. Ambition: To be able to cook as well as Mr. Barrett. FIIAN, HELEN G. O. Ambition: Successful Artist. FILTON, GLADYS G. O., Ambition: Play piano like Pauline Albert. FINDLAY, THOMASINA Treats .of G .O., Sec .of Ar- ista, Etaoin, Legalites, Poe- try Club. L Ambition: To be c1 court reporter. FLOR, LILLIAN Marine Clubl Social Donc- ing, German Club, G. O. Ambition: To be c1 nurse. Eighty-six FORST, HELEN G .O., Sec. Pan-American, Chemistry. Ambition: Exhibition ball- room dancer. FRANKIE, ROBERTA G. 0., S. S. C., Chemistry, Biology, Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: To be a fairly good stenographer. GALLOWAY, lHELEN G. O. Ambition: Nurse. GALTERIO, IRMA G. 0., Social Dancing, Pan- American, Aviation. Ambition: Go to college. GARDIS, ALICE G. 0., Social Dancing, Mar- ine. Ambition: Secretary. GILLESPIE, MARGARET Arista, Pres. Etaoin, Editor Ridge Echo ,Exec. Council Member, Journalism. Ambition: Reporter. Captain Social Grade 8 Basketball Team. Amb Leaders, Baseball, Dancing, Gym teacher. Leaders, Gym teacher. To search high, Surgeon. Chemist. To go to college. Eighty-seven ANTHE Chemistry, Aviation, Marine, PQn-American, Bas- Delta Pi Nu, Avio- BLANCHE I. tion tion tion non i i i 0., i ial Dancing, Leaders. 0., Soc 'Amb ketball, G. Social Wide, and catch him hand- G. 0., tion Ambition Dancing. Ambition GRIFFITH, FLORENCE I. G GRIFFITH, MARIAN GROTH, LOUISE M. GRUBE, Amb GUIMES, HALL, JEAN Tennis. Amb 43: , 0 . x Z. L L , . s K . . . , L , L $2 4 ow a L 52; L L , L4 L L . LW 3,? 2 ix? 4 L . , . L . . .L . . , ,gdeQw 000,4;ng ?:wa Ly L L g Q . :yLL. x0 WV? L 2 L L y A Vfwx . g? a . syw VJ? . , L . , L L L ..L L L . IVY? w . L ?LVV $2. $??wa C? o , L xx L . LL . , . x LL? . xxzfsw L . 0226... .L. L L. 35 , , , L i 5 L, . . . . 0 KL, szngf L L Q? K Kv ., ?z : lass. Delta Pi Delta Pi HELEN G. 0., Delta Pi Nu, Marine. be able in c C., S. C., S. Nu, Stamp Club, Chemistry Club. Nurse. To High School mu- Costume Design- Doctor. Social Dancing. 0., Ambition er. teacher. HARRIET S. S. M. 6: W. 0'! Ambition HELEN G .0., S. S. C., Arista, Sen- 0., PEARL G. 0., S. S. C., Marshall. Ambition Ambition: Nurse. Ambition talk smoothly Ambition Nu, Leaders. G. lor sic G. GOLUBOWSKI, GOTTHEIM, GRAVDAHL, ELSIE GONNELLA, ROSE GRAF, G. GONNOUD, HANNON, AGNES G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: Secretary. HANSEN, ELEANOR G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: Business World. HARCSTARK, SYLVIA G. 0., Arista, Etaoin, Biol- ogy, Ed. Bio-Bits. Ambition: Good musician. HARDIE, ANN Literary Staff of M. 6: W. Ambition: Same as Hoagie. HARMS, MARTHA G. O. Ambition: To travel. HOAG, AUDREY K. Arista, Etaoin, Treas. Scene Shifters, Choral Club, Lit- erary Staff of M. e W. Ambition: Mama. Eighty-eight HODGENS, MARGARET G. 0., Ridge Echo Reporter. Ambition: To travel. HOLDUN, OLGA Biology, Delta Pi Nu. Swim- ming, Social Dancing, Mar- ine. Ambition: To be a doctor. HOPCKE, ANNA G. O., S. S. C., German, Senior Shorthand. Ambition: Secretary. HOPCKE, ELEANOR MAE G. 0., S. S. C., German. Ambition: Secretary. HUBINETTE, DAGMAR G. 0., Aristo, German, French, Social Dancing. Ambition: Private Secretary. HUTCHINSON, RUTH G. 0., Aviation, Social Dancing, Marine, Baseball. Ambition: To be a Lady. IARNSTROM, MAY G. 0., Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Nurse. JOHNSON, EDNA A. G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To finish sweater I'm on . IOHNSON, GERTRUDE G. 0., Senior Shorthand. Ambition: Private secretary. JOHNSTON, SHIRLEY Arista, Treas. Etaoin, Man. Editor Ridge Echo, Journal- ism, Physics. Ambition: Health Education Teacher. IONDAHL, EVELYN Ambition: To graduate. KALLUP, CATHERINE Arista, Legalites, Biology, Social Dancing, Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: To become a reg- istered nurse. KEEGAN, VIRGINIA Chemistry, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To be a million- aire. KELLY, GRACE Sec. of G. O., Arista Leader, Pres .of Scene Shifters, Choral Club, Etaoin. Ambition: Artist. KIRBY, EILEEN Basketball, Social Dancing, G. O. KIRK, VIRGINIA Das Deutsches Doppeldutz- end, Science Club, S. S. C. Ambition: To travel. KLOSS, ANNETTE E. Leaders Club, Maroon and White, G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: To draw pictures like the artist Who draws for Franklin Simons. KNIEF, WILMA Dots Deutsches Doppeldutz- end, Senior Shorthand Club, G. O. Ambition: To be a Private Secretary. Eighty-nine KREHER, DOROTHY Delta Pi Nu, Basketball Leaders Club, C u r r e nt Events, G. O. Ambition: To be a commer- cial artist. LAINO, ANTOINETTE Arista, Chemistry, Echo Staff, G. O. Ambition: Secretary influential official. LAMB, ETHEL G. O. Ambition: To have ness. LARSEN, MILDRED G. O. Ambition: Head Bookkeeper. LARSEN, RUTH M. Social Dancing, Club, G. 0., S. S. Ambition: To be countant. LAUTALA, ELIZABETH S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: To paint a house. LAWLOR, MARY G. O. Ambition: To be a stenog- rapher. LAY, DOROTHY German Club, Pan-Ameri- can, Swimming Club. Ambition: To be 0. Secre- tary. LEVINE, CAROLINE Stamp Club, Legalites, Bas- k e t b C11 1, Pan-American, French. Ambition: Motion Picture EX- ecutive. LEVINE ,SHIRLEY Pres. of Current Events Hon. Ed. of Current World, G.O. Ambition: Lawyer. LIAN, GLADYS A. Arista. Ambition: Spanish Dancer. LIEBERMAN, BEATRICE G. O. Ambition: Artist. LIEBMAN, SYLVIA S. Basketbecdl Club. Ambitio i: To be c1 dietician. LINDQUIST, BETTY Knit-Wits, Terry Players, Choral Club, Basketball, Tennis. LOMBARDI, ADELE Tennis Club, Maroon and White Business Staff, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To get married at 35. LONG, KATHLEEN M. G. 0. Ambition: To be a Secre- tary. LONG, LILLIAN Social Dancing, G. 0. Ambition: Private Secretory. LUND, MARGRETE K. Grade S. S. C. Leader, Maroon and White Business Staff, Arista, Etaoin, Chem- istry Club. Ambition: To travel. LUNDELL, LAURA Sans Souci, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To travel around the world. LUTFY, MARY Pres. of Legalites, Sec. of Sans Souci, Sec. of Choral Club, Arista, Vice-Pres. of Grade 8 . Ambition: Designing. MacDONALD, MONA MacLEAN, MARGARET Arista, Pan-American, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To be a certified Public Accountant. MA CRI, MARIE Terry Players, Maroon and White Staff. Ambition: To be a Lawyer. MAGGIOLA, FLORENCE G. 0. Ambition: Nurse. Ninety-one MALONEY, MARY Social Dancing, G. O. Ambition: To be a private Secretary. MANCUSO, ANTOINETTE L. Marine Club, Social Danc- ing, G. O. Ambition: To succeed in business. MARGARIO, RITA Marine Club, Social Danc- ing, G. O. Ambition: Marry the boss's son. MARCHESE, FANNIE Aviation Club, Social Danc- ing, Marine, G. O. Ambition: Private Secretary. MARENO, MARIE Social Dancing, Marine, G. O Afnbition: To be a private Stenographer. MATSON, AILEEN Marine Club, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition :To be at private Stenographer. Ninety-two MATTHEWS, DOROTHY Social Dancing, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: Law Assistant. MAUL, FRANCES C. G. O. Ambition: To become a Sec- retary. MAZZOLA, JEANETTE Aviation, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: To attend college. McCORMACK, GRACE G. O. Ambition: To be a Secre- tary. McCULLO CH, HELEN Pres. of Stamp Club, Arista, Chem., Senior M. and W. Ambition. Another trip to Europe. MCGUIRE, MARY Ambition: To be Independ- ent. McINTYRE, JEAN BiologY, Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Surgical Nurse. McMENOMY, MURIEL Social Dancing, G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: To become c1 His- tory Teacher. McPADDEN, LORETT A Sten. Club, Social Dancing Club, G. O. Ambition: To succeed. MEDFORD, EDNA Social Dancing, G. O. Ambition: To be a Dancer. MIKULENAS, OLGA Sten .Club, Marine Club, G. O., S. S. C. Ambition: To be a Book- keeper. MILLER, VIOLA Marine, Social Dancing, Basketbcdll G. O. Ambition: To go into busi- ness. MITCHELL, MARIE S. S. C., Chem. Club, Sans Souci, G. O. Ambition: To be 01 Rhumba dancer. MOLLOY, ANN G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To be a Fashion Designer. .MORREALE, FRANCES Ridge EchoStqff, Etaoin, Or- chestra, Choral Club, Pan- American. Ambition: Cross Country. MULHOLLAND, LORETTA Basketball, Social Dancing, G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To become c1 Private Secretary. MULLEN, MARION A. Arista, Chem., Aviation, So- cial Dancing, Maroon and White Staff. Ambition: To be 01 Surgeon. MYSLINSKI, REGINA G. O. Ambition: To be 0 Private Secretary. N inety-three NAPACK, BERNICE Choral Club, G. O. Ambition: To be Ct History Teacher. N ATOLI, GERALDINE Aristal Etaoin, Sec. of Leg- olites, Trees .of Chem. Club, Editor Hi-Lites. Ambition: To be a Histor; ian. NELSON; AGNES Tennis, Leaders, Social Dancing, Delta Pi Nu, MQ- rine. Ambition: To be c1 nurse. NELSON, ESTHER G. O. Ambition: To be a Private Secretary. NICHOLSON, DORIS G. O. Ambition: To be c1 doctor. NICOLL, GRACE B. Stem. Club, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: To become rich. N inety-four NIELSEN, LILLIAN Marine, Basketball, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: To Travel. NILSEN, EVELYN Sans Souci, Current Events, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: To see the world. NILSSON, ALICE Marine, S. S. C. Ambition: To be an Art Teacher. NOVA; ELEANOR Social Dancing, G. O. Ambition: Bookkeeper. O'BRIEN, ANNA Sec. of Current Events Club ,Terry Players, Avia- tion, G. O. Ambition: To marry a rich mcm. O'MARA, ELEANOR G. O. Ambition: Nursing. Ninety-five To work on a ist. To be 0 Com- To go to college. 1 Art ANGELINA To be a Nurse. To be a Good Social Dancing. 1t10n G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition newspaper. Scene Shifters, G. 0. Social Dancing, G. O. Ambition Amb Secretary. Marine, Ambition PANTONE, MILDRED mercm PAPPAS, FIFI Ambition PASCALE, PECORARO, CAMILLE PEARALL, ALICE PEDERSEN, FRIDA 2? 4L b? 7,? L3? , A??? ya 2 z 2 M . x 7v ??,wmeWW e Z be a , 1k, 2 7? 6 e Lixxv e b . . . l . L , . . L L . , : . L L , L ???ng S 1n. of Nu, Staff, 1cian t S e n i o r Dancing, 1e Iournalism, Delta Pi t. To be editor the N .Y. Times. To be 0 Com- To marry Boss To explore un- Dancing, 18 To be a D Stem, G. O. CAMILLE Social tion CONCETTA i merc1a mon Editor of Senior M. and W., Terry Players, Pres. of Poetry Club, Etao Amb Marine, Son. Terry Players, Aviation, MQ- roon cmd White Bus. Aristct, Chemistry Club. Amb known places. Ambition Ambition Basketball, Leaders. Ambition cmd Like it. G. O. PALASCIANO, IENNIE 1 Art Ambition OUTLAW, LOUISE PALESKL Marine, PACE, PALMER, LORAINE PALMER, MARIE I. PENGEL, DORIS G. O. Ambition: Raise horses. PENGEL, THERESA German, Senior Shorthand, G. O. Ambition: To be a Private Secretary. PESCO, PAULINE Social Dancing, Marine, S. S. C., G. O. Ambition: Secretary. PETERSEN, DOROTHY PETERSON, EVELYN Ambition: To be a Book- keeper. PETERSEN, MYRTLE G. O. Ambition: To be Successful. N inety-six PETERSON, RUTH Delta Pi Nu, S. S. C., G. O Ambition: Nurse. PETTERSEN, MARGITH Ambition: To be a success- ful business woman. PISANO, FRANCES M. Pan-Americcm. Ambition: See all of the world. 0 :J POLICASTRO, NORMA G. O. Ambition: Interior D e c o r - ator. POLIDORI, VIVIAN Chem. Club. Ambition: To become c1 Doc- PROSS, ETHEL Swimming, G. O. Ambition: To pass the Re- gents. RAPHELSON, SHIRLEY G. 0., Tally Squad. Ambition: Office Executive. REAGAN, URSULA Legalites, Senior M. and W., Chemistry, Sans S o u c 1, Aviation. Ambition: To attend Col- lege. REGUCCI, CORINNE G. 0., Aviation, Social Dancing. Ambition: Court secretary for the city. REISMAN, BEATRICE Arista, Scene Shifters, Leg- alites, Sans Souci, Marine. Ambition: To go to Col- lege. RICCIO, LENA Ambition: To get a job. RICHTER, URSULA G. 0., -Germom. Ambition: Learn Apple. RIEMAN, ADELAIDE G. 0. Ambition: To get a job. ROWE, ALICE G. 0., S. S. C., Choral, Delta Pi Nu, Social Danc- ing- , Ambition: Nurse. 4; f0 :3: I Luv i WV , ,u , ROILAND, RUTH , J' i J G. 0., Aviation. Ambition: Secretary for a r1ch young business man. ROPPOLO, RITA G. 0., Marine, Social Danc- ing, Tennis. Ambition: Clerk. r 0 RO SENBAUM, EVELYN Nurses Club. Ambition: To be a good graduate nurse. RUEHMER, DORIS G. 0., S. S .0, Marine. Ambition: Civil Service Em- ployee. Ninety-seven RUSSO, EMILY ; ,7 55: :5 -, , SCOURBY, BEATRICE G. 0. 0 ' ' . ' - L I 1 . f G. 0., Leaders. Ambition: Stenograhper. ,. g r. , K . L 0 0 ' , Ambition: Teacher. SABEH VIOLET , , . . SHALOM, NORMA G. 0., Sec. A v i o. t i o n, , 1 , 0 ,0 0 1 0 G. 0., Riding, Swimming. Science, Swimming, Social '0 ' ' - . , Ambmon: To travel. Dancing. Ambition: Aviatrix. SHEEHAN, ROSEMARY G. 0., Biology Squad, Sec. Biology Club, Tennis. Ambition: Not definite. SATZINGER, RUTH G. 0., Social Dancing, MQ- rine, Tennis. Ambition: Interior Decor- ator. XV 3f SAVODNICK, BEATRICE 0. , v g , , SHERMAN, DOROTHY G. 0., S. S. C. ' g 3, , Vice-Pres. of Sans Souci, Ambition: To own a book , 1 0 . , - ' Pan-American, S. S. C. shop. ' - Ambition: Teacher. x 05 x 'x: x . chXB, SMITH, RUTH R. G. 0. Ambition: To graduate. SAYDAH, EVELYN G. 0., Choral, Sans Souci. Ambition: Expert in fashion illustrations. SCHWARZ, VERA 0 U I SODERBERG, ALVA G. 0., Aviation. . . . . G. 0., S. S. C., Senior Ambition: Dress Designer. x I g , , . ,, Shorthand. ' ' ' Ambition: Stenogropher Ninety-eight STASIEWICZ, LENA G. 0., Social Dancing. Ambition: Secretary. STREES, IENNIE G. 0., S. S. 0., Tennis, Leaders. Delta Pi Nu Ambition: Children's Nurse. SWANSON, EVELYN I. G. 0., Social Dancing, Leaders. Ambition: To be or not to be. SWANSON, VIRGINIA G. 0. Ambition: To go to Business SChooL THIEN, BEATRICE R. Arista, Etaoin, Pres. Iourncd- ism, Vice-Pres. Scene Shift- ers, Reorganization Commit tee. Ambition: Subject to changes. THOMAS, ALICE G. 0., Leaders, Marine. Ambition: A policewoman and travel. TIMONY, BETTY G. 0., S. S. C. Ambition: To travel TOBORG, SIGRID G. 0., S. S. 0., German, Choral Club. Ambition: Visit Germany and, Scandinavia. TOOMEY, HELEN G. 0. Ambition: Dietician. TREU, HELEN G. 0., S. S. 0., Social Dancing, Swimming, Sten. Club. Ambition: Efficient Court Stenographer. TREZISE, HELEN G. 0., Senior M. and W., Science Chatter Staff, Math News Writer. Ambition: History Teacher. Van DRIELST, MARGARET Ambition: To be a buyer. Ninety-nine Van WYNEN, ETHEL Senior M .and W., Secre- tary Marine Club, Leaders, Baseball, Basketball. Ambition: Own a country home and be able to enjoy the winter sports. Van WYNEN, RUTH Senior M. and W., Pres. Marine, Pub. Asst. Senior Shorthand, Leaders, Basket- ball. Ambition: Good basketball player. Van ZANDT, MARION G. O., Arista, Basketball, Senior Shorthand, Marine. Ambition: Stenography teacher in B. R. H. S. VICTOR, JOAN G. O., S. S. C., Aviation! Delta Pi Nu. Ambition: Nurse at Medical Center. VOSKOV, LAURA G. 0., Leaders, Social Danc- ing. Ambition: Latin Teacher. 7' 5d W 43? WARD, ISABELLE G. O. Ambition: Go to college. One hundred WASZAK, IULIA M. G. 0., S. S. C., Social Dancing. Ambition: Air-Stewardess. WHEELER, WANDA G. O. Ambition: History Teacher. WEINBERG, MILDRED G. O. Ambition: To travel. W.,M WdaL WIDMARK, JEANETTE G. O. Ambition: Secretary or typ- ist. WIENER, GERTRUDE R. G. O., Pan-American, Delta Pi Nu, Social Dancing, Ma- rine. Ambition: To be under- stood. WILHELMSEN, MILDRED E. G. 0., Social Dancing, Ma- rine, Aviation. Ambition: Nurse. WILSON, HARRIETT P. Chemistry, Delta Pi Nu, Current Events, Man. Editor Current World, Etaoin. Ambition: Nurse. VVISEMAN, CONSTANCE G. 0., Sans Souci, Pan- Americon, Tennis. Ambition: College. WISNIEWSKI, WANDA Pres. Grade 8, Arista, Leg- alites ,Sans Souci, Senior Shorthand. Ambition: Teacher. Margrete Lund, 7m L ZELTMAN, KA THERINE G. 0., Social Dancing Ambition: Business School. SENIOR OFFICERS WORKO, ANNA Ambition: Hairdresser. YOUNG, SHIRLEY G. O. Ambition: Patent-LQW Sten- ographer. YOUNGKIN, CLAIRE G. O., Leaders ,Marine, So- cial Dancing. Ambition: Federal Agent sG-Womanj Isabelle Featherstone, Mary Luffy, Miss Sullivan, Wanda Wisniewski, and Geraldine Natoli One hundred-one lContinued from Page 69l Don't believe a word of those descriptions about the beauty ot Venice. In the daytime there's not a single thing worth mentioning except Saint Mark's and the Doge's Palace, but at night, it's much nicer. We'd always thought that one had a handsome singing gondolier who smoothly and gracefully paddled lovers around the waters, but what a let-down! The gondoliers are generally old and dirty, and as for looking graceful while they maneuver their oars, you can imagine how ours fit that picture while he rowed the eight of us around. You see, some American friends in the hotel had joined us and none of us were lightweights. We couldn't decide whether to go to our next destination, Paris, by train or automobile. We finally chose the latter way and made arrange- ments with a Cockney chauffeureReggieeto drive us up. He was as good as a professional guide, pointing out all the places of interest. We spent one day and one night in the Tyrolein a beautiful hotel amidst the Tyrolean Alps. From the back wall of the dining room, which was entirely of glass, you could see a beautiful snow-covered mountain. In the winter, tourists come from all over the world to ski here. Since Reggie had taken an active part in the Battle of Verdun, he spent hours explaining the battle maneuvers and the life of the soldiers to us. His story was brought vividly to life by the sight of the battle fields of Verdun and the soldiers' cemeteries. Also there was a Bayonet trench where a whole battalion, ready to go over the top, had been buried alive by the impact of a bombshell on the top of the trench. Before we get too gruesome, we'll take you to gay Paree, and there's no doubt about it, it really is gay. We were out all day and half the night eating at sidewalk Cafes, prowling through the artist quarter, panting up to the top of Notre Dame, and wearily trying to make our two years of French understandable to the natives. We should have had Odette Adams along. I think we would have died of shock had we gotten to the third floor when we asked for llle troisieme etage. The elevator always seemed to comprendre, mais il ne peut pas nous y porter. The big surprise about Paris, in our minds, was the fact that Parisian women with all their Molyneux, Patous, Lelongs and Schiaperellis werent half as snappy as New York women. You' re probably wondering about our channel crossing. We were hoping for a nice rough trip, but it was as calm and as uneventful as a ferry ride to Staten Island. A couple of days later we recrossed the Channel but this time it was much more thrilling, because, believe it or not, we flew to Holland in one of the huge plants of the Dutch air line. It's hard to comprehend, but we left London at 7:00 a.rn., arrived in Holland in an hour and twenty minutes, spent the clay in the Hague, Rotterdam, and Delft. A friend gave us a handful of money, put us on a trolley, and told us to stay on till the end of the line. We went up to a sort of refreshment stand, similar to the ones they have at Coney Island, and, after about and held out all of the money we had. He took what he wanted, which One hundred-two we later discovered was about fifty cents too much. We arrived back in London at eight o'clock in the evening. What a day! We felt more at home in the city, however, than in any other place, although we nearly went crazy figuring out which of the millions of buses to take where. But it's such a relief to have people speak English again. We were in luck the first day, because there was a celebration of the King's birthday. The Queen Mother, Queen Elizabeth and the two little princesses drove down the Mall in an open carriage. George and his brothers, the Dukes of Kent and Gloucester followed on horseback. It was a broiling hot day, but still, droves of people turned out to see their royalty pass. We tried to take movies of the procession, but a woman's head kept getting in the way, so we wouldn't be surprised if our photography showed the body of a horse with the head of that woman. Right now we're in Scotland, but we haven't seen enough of it to tell you any of the details. But we do know that it's plenty cold, and can't imagine how those Scots keep warm in their plaid kilties. We are planning to sail on the Berengaria on the 26th, so we'll see you soon. Remember us to all the girls. Love, HELEN and NORMA. . Continued from Page 66l Your interests widened and you learned the meaning of versatility . . . there were so many things you could do. The grade athletes like Iean Carlson and the Van Wynen twins were crowing over a baseball game in which they were Victorious over the seniors! That made you feel that maybe you weren't so unimportant after all. You took journalism and decided you wouldn't be a writer despite Childhood ambitions to that effect . . . You were a little afraid of Mr. Serota and two totally new words . . . llconcrete and Hspecitic . . . The dramatic clubs and the Choral Club called you. You found that acting made you gain in poise and that singing was a lot of fun under Miss Williamson's baton. Then part time came along like a dark cloud on the horizon. The rumour hit you that grade parties would have to be eliminated. You were indignant. Miss Sullivan was indignant. You held a meeting and decided that, by fair means or foul, you'd have your grade parties. And have them you did. People in your grade were doing things and being noticed. Wanda Wisniewski was reelected Grade President. Peggy Gillespie was the up- and-coming Managing Editor of the llRidge Echo. Thomasina Findlay was running for a G. 0. office. Anne Crutchley was taking laurels for her beauty and charm, while Shirley Johnston was helping Peggy out with the HEcho. One hundred-three HDear Diary, I was tapped todayel' runs the next note in your journal of remembrances. Arista. Golden candles and breathless silence Girls looking upward with shining eyes . . . to the highest goal . . . Cleaving to the ideals of Character, Scholarship, and Service. Ideals that will mold their lives forever after. Term Seven came along and bumped into you. You suddenly realized that you were seniorsewell, practically. You had a grade paper of your own: iiHi-Lites, edited so efficiently by Geraldine Natoli. Life was a busy affair, teeming with interest. You were told you could have no Seven-Eight party . , . again because of Htime and space conditions. There was no place for you to rehearse. What of that? you asked independently. You were more sure now, more poised. You looked around and found the Gas Company where genial Mr. Van Buskirk presidedeand rehearsals began. It was the first Seven-Eight party ever held outside of the school. You were proud of that showeHBoss Meets Gir1 eand of the fine spirit of the grade in presenting it. You hadn't known that Dorothy Bloom, Audrey Hoag, Alice Pearsall and Grace Kelly were such troupers. Ann Hardie at the piano created the real ttBroadway musical atmosphere. Mary Lutfy sang in a manner reminiscent of Frances Langford . . . The senior grade applauded you . . . G. 0. elections took place and you made posters and campaign speechesedespite the rulese-and you went to bed to pray that the senior grade would get in. Grace Kelly was elected Secretary of the G. O. and Thomasina Findlay, Treasurerefor which you let out three rip-roaring cheers. And then, you were a senior. And most of the fun of being a Senior was Senior Day. How you roared at Doris Bash in her red flannels, Bea Thien in her Nineties bathing costume, and Anne Crutchley as a Country plumber trying to make good in the city. You frolicked and thought: This is my last fling. Tomorrow I'll have to buckle down to Economics. You had responsibilities . . . You wanted to graduate high in your class. Q, the nice, unforgetable things you began to notice about your class- mates now that you were near leaving them. Pat Conrad's lovely, thrilling voice . . . Marian Mullen's lovely personality . . . Margaret Lund's ability and willingness . . . Dagmar Hubinette and Miriam Fabian, whom you began to class with the geniuses . . . Midge Bixby's warmth and loveliness . . . Mildred Edlich's all-around perfection . . . The Senior Prom. You went sophisticated in black with orchids and had the grandest time imaginable. You thought Miss Sullivan the most beautiful person imaginable . . . and Mrs. Miller the most gracious and poised . . . And as the days went oneso quickly-you walked more slowly in the halls and held everything closer to you. You began to realize that they were almost goneethe joyful hours. It was but yesterday that you entered One hundred-four this door, a shy and eager youngster. Now you draw back your shoulders and hold your heads high. It will be hard, leaving . . . So many memories of happy moments . . . of little triumphs and failures that only llspurred the sides of your content. You have another life ahead, separate from that which you have had in Bay Ridge and yet an intrinsic part of it. Will you remember? lContinued from Page 61D HLook at that cute sharpy or llWhat do you think of that Apollo? or llWasn't that mink coat gorgeous? or Hlsnit she pretty! This goes on until it grows a little too cold for comfort, or more probably, until your high-heelecl shoes begin to pinch. But up to this point, it really is fun-this strolling on Shore Road of a Sunday afternoon. Continued from Page 68i their way over the walls of the confining box, Sister suddenly decided that they were getting too much attention, or rather, that she was not getting enough. So, after much hunting around, she decided that in back of the bathtub was an ideal place for hiding them away from our eager hands. However, she did not know how to carry them in her mouth, so, after several unsuccessful attempts, she stopped trying. Now she just sat and looked at us as we fondled the kittens, her eyes, which were always expressive, smouldering with unconcealed jealousy. . By the time they were about six weeks old, they had the run of the house. They climbed up the furniture and slid down, only to land on their noses. We had also successfully, we hoped, house broken them. All of which brings me to the point I was at in the beginning of my story. They had all learned to climb furniture, and found that their nails were very use- ful in accomplishing this feat. They were now ready to graduate to another phase of perpendicular climbing, one of which could also be helped along by the use of their nails: that of climbing legs. It didn't matter to them whether it was my silk stockings, my sister's bare legs, or my father's trousers; legs they wanted to climb, and legs they climbed. However, al- most invariably they chose my silk stockings. Those little clears didn't care that my silk stockings must be bought with my rapidly diminishing allow- anceeoh no! that only made it all the more fun. However, when I spoke of either giving the kittens away, or sending for the A. S. P. C. A., Mother sided with the rest of the family in the decision to keep them just a little while longer. About a week later, Mother received a telegram saying that her Aunt, Who was very dear to her, was ill, and was not expected to live. Mother packed immediately, and boarded the train for Kansas. This left me the Hchief cook and bottle washer, all of which I appreciated not in the least. The prospect of cooking for four, with two grown cats, and four still in the process of growing under toot, plus my school homework, was not appealing. However, the family survived my attempts at cooking, and bravely tried not to see the perfectly obvious unmade beds and unwashed dishes. One hundred-tive But the kittens flourished and grew. By the time Mother came home, they were two months old, and I didn't have a decent pair of stockings to my name. But then, neither did Mother, for, during her absence, I borrowed them under the pretext of later replacing them. Pop's working trousers were full of snags and pulls, where the kittens had made their ascents, and Sis's legs were a mass of scratches. Yes, by the time Mother came home, we were all thoroughly convinced that the only thing to do was to give them away, with Sister, twe were taking no more chancesl to the first people on our overwhelming llwaiting list. This we promptly did, taking Sister to a farm in upper New York, where she and her future kittens could enjoy to their hearts content the art of perpendi- cular ascent via legs. tContinuecl from Page 7m ties here tonight. On our right, Virginia Keegan, well known feminine prize fighter. Grace Kelly, charming artist of distinguished Circles, and with her, the noted designer, Jean Marie Carlsson. Toward the center of the crowd, the outstanding writer of the year, whose best seller, Come With the Breeze' is so popular-Louise Outlaw. HTo our left, I perceive that popular star of the Folies Bergere, Odette Adams. Near her, Ann Hardie, famous for her twinkling keys. Up here by the microphone is the famous Metropolitan Opera Singer, Madame Patricia Conrad, and with her the leader of the Boston SymphOny Orchestra, Jeanne Brand. And now for further candidateseNorma Cary and Helen McCulloche Don't go any further, young ladies, I'm sure we all are well acquainted with your work. In case you don't know, my friends, you see before you that famous story team Cary 6c MCCulIoch, who have just received a contract for a series of film stories. If this fair lady at the left will step upeNameeWanda Wisniewskie Right, and if I remember correctly, President of the Senior Grade of Ianuary 1938. What are you doing now, Miss Wisniewski? Married?eIndeed, and a most charming wife to the lucky man. uWell, my friends, you've had a rare opportunity tonight-emeeting these lovely young women. I m sure we all appreciate their presence here this evening. At lastethe name of the winner--Miss Levine has it readye here it is, folkseGrace Kelly, lovely artist of today, and picked as the most popular girl of her grade ten years ago, famed for her dramatic ability even at Bay Ridge High School. Permit me to congratulate you, Miss Kelly; a new career is open before you. Let me wish you all possible success. uWell, folks, that's all for tonight. This is your friend, the Vox Pop reporter, Dotty Bloom, signing off! I.L.B. One hundred-six iContinued from Page 67l that its poetry was in all poetry. His mind was whirling with lines of poetry, disconnected and meaningless save for their common relation to all things living. It was from some volcanic source that these bits of poetry came. He could not stop them. They came madly, in tune with the people and with the land and their cadence was that of all of laughter and of living . . . This he could not forget. The wind blows out of the gates of the day The wind blows over the lonely of heart e And the lonely of heart is withered away,e- II he thought. His eyes were shining with the involuntary rememberance of the place where in that garden, black and white, Creep whispers through the grass all night, and where he had never been. He walked to the beat of the metre. 9! 3k it He knew that he had money with him, and half sought a store that sold books but forgot his search and was home once more with a hate that he could not attach, save perhaps, to himself for having accomplished nothing. He went to his typewriter but the words took no reasoning form. He went to his books but his eyes would not read . . . He had been standing before his window watching the lights across the town and forgetting everything but the idiocy of their brilliance and the sadness of them when they were dim. Watching them, he perceived a rhythm in the quiet lights and the rhythm was a sound and the sound had been always within the rhythm of the lights. He had turned, and was gazing at his bed, with the wild pulse of the neons filling the room. More than any other thing he desired sleep and he pronounced the word, softly. He would have cherished sleep but it would never come. He knew that it would not come. He was so tired that to move his facial muscles, to smile, required supreme effort. He laid himself gently across the bed. . . . Out of the delirium of sound there came to him a voice, his own, as it had been when he was young, at a time when he had been learning poetry at school. He could hear the old familiar lines, repeated, distantly and with a hollow sounding: HO sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul. He did not know that he fell asleep. 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GARDEN MARKET Joseph R61 Prop' Tel. SHore Road 5-0614 Fruits, Vlegetables and Groceries Imported Olive Oil and Macaroni . 9 Petzmger s 7122 Fort Hamilton Parkway Phone ATlantic 5-4577 Delicatessen :: Groceries S H A C K ' S , We Call For Prescriptions 125 69th STREET Prescription Pharmacy Brooklyn, N. Y. 5th Ave. and 78th Street One hundred-ten 6Tjonfitience May Be Reposed,9 Powell Surgical Corp; 75th ST. at 3rd AVE. Brooklyn, N. Y. Prescription Service SHore Road 5-2660 SHore Road 5-2940 Est. 1926 Angelo 8K Anthony 8019 FIFTH AVENUE Brooklyn, N. Y. Permanent Wave $2.50 SHore Road 8-2443 Henry Schlimmeyer Delicatessen and Groceries TASTY SALADS Orders Delivered 7109 Fort Hamilton Parkway Brooklyn, N. Y. Phone SH. 5-4531 Clover Dairy 7508 THIRD AVENUE We carry a complete line of the F inest Foods Open Sundays from 7:30 to 10 A.M. Free Delivery THE LOUIS SHOP Shoe Repairing and Hat Cleaning Store Our Prices Are Reasonable 7024 Ft. Hamilton Parkway Brooklyn, N. Y. Tel. ATlantic 5-5986 IRA I. EPSTEIN, D.D.S. 6904 FIFTH AVENUE Brooklyn, N. Y. SILK UNDERWEAR AND HOSIERY FOR GIFTS Go To . . SEAVER BROS. 7506 FIFTH AVENUE THE WOMEN4S AND MISSES' SHOP Phone BEachview 2-8770 IRA KELLER FLORIST 6319 18th Avenue uSay it with Flowers II. I . YOUNG SCHOOL Individual secretarial training for girls. No classes. Start course any time. Rate of progress depends on your own efforts. Placement bureau. Telephone MAin 4-0793 for illustrated catalogue. Established 1884. 24 Sidney Place Borough Hall Stutiond BROOKLYN, N. Y. II. I . YOUNG SCHOOL One hundred-eleven Senior's Last Request By SHIRLEY JOHNSTON URING our freshman year at the Annex we looked with amazement D at the girls walking home along Fourth Avenue in various colored costumes. When we came to the Main Building, we learned that Seniors were permitted to be kids for the last time during their high school career on one day early in the term. This day they dress in costumes of every description, and act as childishly as they please. This was their day and the one which every Freshie, Sophomore, Junior and Seventh Termer waited for. It was Senior Day. They all looked with envy at those who were about to graduate, wishing they might soon have the privilege to dress as their upper classmen did. , This term the Senior Class enjoyed their day, but were surprised and annoyed to find Third and Fourth Termers running around the halls in costumes a few weeks later. This privilege was to be reserved for Seniors. What fun is it if every grade is permitted to do the same thing for a grade party? All the novelty and the privilege of the occasion are lost. The Seniors make one last request to the students and faculty of Bay Ridge. Reserve Senior Day privileges for Seniors alone! WHITE STUDIO OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER TO THE SENIOR CLASS 520 FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CITY Miss Dunban School, Inc. I86 JORALEMON STREET Brooklyn, N. Y. SECRETARIALTRAINING FOR GIRLS High School graduafes and College s+uden+s Students Trained on 5 Different Makes of Typewriters Also on Office IWachines' PLACEMENT ISERVICE FREE DAY COURSE ONLY SPRING TERM BEGINS MONDAY. FEBRUARY 7 AND ON SUCCEEDING MONDAYS Catalog and List of Employers on request Telephone TRiangle 5-7420 0 Tel. SHoreARoad 5-9211 Phone BEachvieW 2-4746 C. Pohls , Guy C. Kirby Confectionery 8: Ice Cream Dentist CHURCHES, PARTIES and WEDDINGS SUPPLIED 6321 18th AVENUE 8224 6th Avenue. Brooklyn, N. Y. Brooklyn: N- Y- A BUSINESS BUILT ON SERVICE Eas+ern Prinfing Company ' PRINTERS AND PUBLISHERS School and College Books, Daily, Weekly and Monthly Publications 33 FLATBUSH AVENUE BROOKLYN, N. Y. Telephones: STerling 3-0500, 1, 2 YOUR INSPECTION OF OUR PLANT IS WELCOMED AT ANY TIME .g. v 0 v , ' -. 0 A Na 43. a A , f ,4 L. :x' .'t 0 - -, 0: -a-v , w 0 -- hm V Valuiwzgazun w w 73. 4w ; W' ' 'uuluam' u; avwmm 4M0: 0 . '0 J 0