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

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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

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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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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