Boody Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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keep in one place. The car rolled back into a ditch and almost turned over. A friendly passerby attempted to tow the car out of the ditch. Meanwhile, we got out and walked about in the woods nearby where l stumbled on this log. So now you have the story, Sue. But did you get the car out, and was it damaged? she asked. No, everything turned out all right and we continued on our way. Mildred Trachtenberg, RCl O OLD WOMAN A frail figure could be seen walking down the aisle of the big church every day. She was an old woman. Like most old ladies, she was dressed in a gown trimmed with flimsy laces. The lines in her face showed the troubled years she had smiled through. Her slow steps were ones of painful labor. This was because of her age. She was worn and weatherbeaten. She seated herself in one of the front rows. The church was almost empty nowg except for an old woman's treasured memories. It was quiet in here. One had no sense of time. On the outside there was a world of movement and of experience. She had gone through all that. But there had always been a way out of all her troubles. Time was the remedy. Now she could look back and say, l started from the beginning of the road of life stretched so dimly before meg and have crossed the corners of danger and met people who were friends. l have reached the end of the long, weary road and I can now look back with pride on the distance, traveled without a fal- ter in steps. The loud rush of notes from the organ broke her thread of thoughts. The choir had begun their practice. She must leave now. Slowly she wended her way out. They found her dead at the corner of the church. She had been the victim of a hit-and-run driver. An old woman had crossed her last corner of danger. Rose Palmieri, SBZ O MY PET My pet is a sweet little thing. lt is a canary which we named Bobby. He is a small singing bird with bright yellow and green plum- age. Also he is a native of the Canary Islands where most canaries are found. I first received this little pet of mine when he was about one year of age. My father bought him from a man who had a great number .. .. .. I I. ..I .. I.. I.. . I .. ...I.. .I I..II I..I .. II III I. II II I III I. I I II. I.II II II I. I III.I .. I I ... IIII. I II .. .. II.. I..II.III.I.I..I ..II..II..II..II..III. I..I ..I.. I..I .. I.. I. II..II.. I. L

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the shadow do the same. Playful feIlow, I thought, but at that mo- ment playing tag with a ghost was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Cold shivers ran up and down my spine as my ghostly com- panion continued to menace my path. I wondered what I ought to do. There was no other way home, and if I returned to my neighbor's house I would be laughed at. Had we not that very evening decided there were no such things as ghosts? While I was thus contemplating, the clouds rolled back and the welcome moon appeared. I took a swift look around preparing to make a run for it, when glancing upward I discovered dangling from the branches, a large white kite, its tails swaying in the breeze, its cross beams protruding at right angles from the body, the whole casting a grotesque shadow before me. I laughed in relief, but I have never been able to admit to my friends that I had been frightened by a kite. Charlotte Kantrowitz, RDI I THE BLUE-RIDGE MOUNTAINS OF VIRGINIA The Blue-Ridge Parkway extends from Virginia through North Caro- lina and into Tennessee. As we ride along, we notice range after range of mountains, waterfalls and tumbling mountain streams, sapphire lakes and forests untouched by human hands. The earthly smell min- gles with the cool, delicious mountain air and a delightful aroma aris- es, healthy and refreshing. Nature's wonders like Lover's Leap, Na- tural Bridge and Chimney Rock stand towering above all. At sunset- the sun like a lantern in the sky shines upon bottomless pools and blue meets rust. We drive away leaving the mountains in body, but our hearts always remain with flowering dogwood in the springtime, and mountain lakes by moonlight. Marilyn Plafker, RC2 C A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE Milly, how did you acquire this log of petrified wood? my friend, Sue, asked while looking over my collection. Oh, there is a very interesting story behind that, I replied. Let me hear it, she begged. All right. And I commenced my tale. We were touring the United States in the summer of I937, you know, and at this time we were in the Black Hills viewing the Mt. Rush- more Monument. On the way out, we had to go up a steep hill. The car in front of us stalled and my father's car stalled also trying to ll mm I7

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of these canaries. When we received him, we were very happy. l trained my bird to be playful and friendly, and to this very day he is. My bird's food is the French Bird Seed and also a bone which he can sharpen his teeth on. Sometimes my father or l give him the yolk of an egg or a fresh piece of lettuce. My bird is now nine years old and l wouldn't sell him for any amount of money, because he is too much attached to my parents and myself. l am mighty proud to have such a lovely little bird for my pet, that cheers me up when l am ill by singing me one of his little, sweet songs. ' ' Selma Wodsky, RAl g SUMMER FLIRTATIONJ A -J ,Bangl A large rubber ball came flying through the air, upsetting the gay beach umbrella, and knocking Judy completely over. She was on her feet in an instant, angrily flinging her red-gold curls out of her face. Her blue eyes flashed, as she turned to face the young man who came running up the beach. A - Britt came ,to a stop, tongue-tied, at the sight of her. A white Lastex 'bathing suit moulded her splendid figure and though angry, she was beautiful. l'm terribly sorry, he began, l didn't mean--. Why don't you look where you're throwing your old ball? Judy cut in. l was never so--, and she broke off too, for she had sud- denly realized that Britt was very tall and handsome and that she liked the way he was smiling to her. Before she could help herself, she had smiled back and the flirtation had begun. ' Vacation days passed all too quickly for Britt and Judy, for they were very much in love and consequently quite excited. Judy had tear- fully confessed that she would not be able to see him anymore, as she would have to return to Vassar and Britt had grumbled that he was due on the Harvard campus in a few days. So they parted. Two cards lay on the desk of the .registrar of the night classes at Eron Preparatory School. 0ne read Judy French-salesgirl, the other, Britt Manson--shipping clerk. Judy rushed into the classroom that night and took her seat., As she looked about she found herself star- ing into Britt's face. She dropped her eyes, blushing painfully. We're both guilty, he whispered. Let us forget our summer flir- tation and make it a winter romance. And they did. Charlotte Kantrowitz, RDl 19