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

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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

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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

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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