Calhoun School - Ink Pot Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Q 1936 INK POT + A Glimpse of Mexico MAJESTIC cliffs, coral colored in the sunlight, towered above the glistening water. Atop the rocky bluffs the island lighthouse loomed, second highest in the world, a challenge to Gibraltar. With this awe-inspiring view before me I caught my first glimpse of Mexico, that land of gay color and subtle charm. The harbor of Mazatlan reveled in multicolored beauty. The sloping city, with pink and aquamarine rooftops within the bay, was massed along the foreshoreg the hills stretching away beyond to seeming infinity. Large buzzards circled overhead and then gracefully swooped down and skimmed the surface of the water. This was one of the most picturesque approaches to any port that I have ever visited. I was eager to disembark and discover what lay behind this beautiful water- front. The drive through the city revealed a quaint little town with narrow Streets and drowsy donkeys poking along, laden with packs, or a villainous Pancho riding in cross-legged fashion. Small, dark-eyed children jabbered in Spanish and begged for coins. The adobe houses fascinated me with their inlaid mosaic floors and colorful patios. Wrought-iron grills protected the windows, but the doors were wide open in invitation to the curious. Rough-looking Mexicans wearing tall and peak crowned sombreros cut unusual figures. Being a typical tourist, I was eager to get a snapshot of one of these characters. I finally spied one who was excellent photographic material. He was stockingless and wore leather sandals with his toes sticking out, patched trousers a little longer than knee length and a gay colored kerchief on an otherwise dreary-looking shirt. He seemed to be chewing vigorously on a corn pipe and making very wry faces. He saw me starting to approach him and immediately began shuf- fling along at a very leisurely pace. I decided that I wasn't going to be daunted and followed him. At a place where I thought I had cornered him, he reeled around and gave me a menacing glance that terrorized me, so that before he knew what happened to me I was out of sight. For the remainder of the day my camera rested in my pocket. The market place with all its truly colorful wares was fascinating. Large water jugs with crude designs appeared to be quite the thing to adorn a primitive hearth. Woven rugs in odd and intricate patterns and various sorts of tooled leather goods were displayed. Mexican sense of caricature was evident in the amusing toys. The painted pig in the purple and pink stripings, sometimes with a whistle in its tail or a slot in the back for a penny bank, caused many a laugh. There were so many things to see that I would have liked to poke about for hours, but time hardly permitted. I returned to the boat just as twilight was settling over the village. Little shadows were creeping about. Just the dim outline of the houses was discernible against the dark background of the mountains. Quiet and peace reigned. As the boat lifted anchor, I felt a little lump in my throat as I realized that it was Adios, Mexico! NORMA KAPLAN, '36. Pussy Cat's Manners My kitty was thirsty It doesn't seem quite mannerly, So I asked her to tea, But she's just a velvet cat, But now she has drunk it all So I expect she doesn't know And left none for me. She shouldn't act like that. PATRICIA Ausmmcn, '41 Thirty-six

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0 1936 INK POT ' T bunder in fanumy AS every well informed person knows, thunder is not caused by the molecular action of electrically charged particles, but by the angels enjoying a bowling game up in heaven. The season for bowling is ordinarily the spring and summer months, and there are very strict laws forbidding bowling at any other time. It is a popular sport, however, so these laws are sometimes very difficult to enforce. It had been a very dull month for the younger set of angels, and they were just aching for something exciting to happen. The leader, a daring young angel, quite popular with the opposite sex, decided to tempt the rest of the crowd into a bowling match, thereby winning the admiration of his followers, but shocking his elders. It had snowed all day Sunday, and by the afternoon the angels could no longer resist the temptation of breaking the monotony. ln spite of all the rules and regula- tions, a bowling game was immediately started, only to be quickly put to an end by a delegation of angry and shocked elders. And that, my friends, is why you heard two short claps of thunder on the afternoon of January nineteenth. SHIRLEY LUBELL, '39, D123 Zwei K offer DIE zwei Kinder der Krau Schmidt heissen lllaria und Karl. lllaria geht zu ihrem Camp Wattatinyn und Karl geht auch, aber zu einem anderen. Es sind Zwei Koffer. Einer ist Marias Koffer und einer ist Karls Koffer. Sie sind sich gleich. Beide sind braun. Die Kinder gehen auf den Bahnhof und sagen, Auf Wiedersehen. Dann nimmt Maria einen Koffer und geht auf ihren Zug und Karl nimmt den anderen und geht auch auf seinen Zug. Als Maria im Camp ankommt, offnet sie ihren Koffer und ist sehr erstaunt, denn ein Ball fiillt daraus. Ein Mannerrock und viele Mannersachen sind darin. Und als Karl in seinem Camp ankommt, findet er in seinem Koffer ein gelbes Kleid und die ganze Kleidung seiner Schwester. Maria ist sehr traurig aber die Madchen lachen. Die Knaben necken Karl und sagen, Bitte, kannst du mir ein Kleid borgen, Schwesterlein ? LILLIAN FICHTENHOLTZ, '39. Songfr End I-,IFE is a song. To me few truer words have ever been spoken. Life we may compare to the Song of the Volga Boatmenf' The boatmen approach and their song becomes louder and more stirring the closer they come. It vibrates with all the burning hope of youth. Finally the climax: they are upon us with one glorious burst of melody, and we realize that the world was made for the gaiety and the sparkling brilliance of youth. The boatmen never pause in their journey. As they pass their song becomes fainter, just as we in old age become weaker. No longer can those who were once overflowing with energy command the attention of the world. Instead these frail bodies with dimming senses can only sit serenely and wait. The song fades into the distance. Life becomes an echo. Even the dipping of the oars into the water grows dimmer, and soon only a gentle swish may be discerned. Then a quiet stillness, tremulous with memories, settles down on the night of life. MADELEINE Jfxcons, '36. Thirty-five

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Q 1936 INK POT 0 News Flash ONIETHING had happened to the radiog all the local stations had suddenly ceased to broadcast, for some unknown reason. Then once again the voice of the announcer was heard, but this time notes' of excitement and anxiety could be detected in his voice. News flash: The S.S. lllonronia, of the Blue Diamond Line, has foundered off Cape Horn. Nearby vessels are rushing to her aid, but with the heavy seas and severe storms in this section it will be at least a day before help can be on hand. Y 'I' 'K il' ik 'li 'I' X 'F if 'il' In a little seaboard town situated somewhere on the coast of North America, an old woman sat in her favorite chair listening to the radio. She, too, had heard the announcement, but it did not seem to alarm her, though greatly excited she walked about her room, deftly placing already well arranged articles in different positions, all the while smiling a bit to herself in reassurance. This was the chance john had been waiting for, these many years, he would Il0t overlook this heaven-sent opportunity. if il- 'lk 'll' SK- ik- if SK- -If 'li' 'K Captain Saulters stood on the bridge of the ill-fated vessel, directing his men. His cool, unassuming actions served to re-establish a strong, new feeling of confidence and hope in them. He was a tall, rugged-looking individual, this old sea-dog, a typical Yankee skipper, who had, as a heritage from earlier days, learned the laws of self-preservation and defiance of the sea. At this very moment he was engaged in trying to keep his ship on a straight course, his eyes never left the instrument board. A look of frustration fringed his troubled brow. The intensity of the storm was increasingg the vessel was listing badly on the star-board side. How long could they possibly remain afloat? How long could the inevitable be staved off? But in this brief interlude, he had time to reflect a bit over bygone days. He remembered with pride his first command and his marriage to Mary. A sudden tremor of emotion swept through his body as he recalled with dismay the Black Hull, his first ship. The very thought of this caused a cold sweat to envelop him. It must never happen againg a similar occurrence he could never bear to face. A cold, icy spray from some mountainous wave which had washed over the ship brought him promptly back to his senses. Calling his mate, he lashed out his orders. Have the men abandon holds one and two. Close the compartment doors and leave the cargo to its fate. Captain, answered the mate gruffly, that cargo is worth a fortune. What possible value could cargo have when it endangered human life? It could always be replaced, but the sailors, most of whom were family men with wives and children depending on them for their very existence, never could be. They owed the company only their allegiance where labor was concernedg life had never entered into the contract. Get below and carry out my orders at once! bellowed the captain, after coming to his decision. lt's I who's running this boat, it's I who gives the orders. Now carry on before I throw you in irons. Somehow he felt very much relieved, he honestly felt that he had chosen the right path, and come now what may, he would never change his plans. K- -R -IE il' ik it 'X' -I' il' 1- I' The radio announcer was talking again. News again of the ill-fated Jllonrovin. Help reached the vessel late last night, and thirty-five men have been transferred safely aboard the rescue ship. However, Thirty-seven