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

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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

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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

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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