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

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I1 k pot metal symphony lf is incessanf, Thaf ceaseless chaffering Of sfreamlined iypewrifers, And fingers claffering. The room if is filled Wifh daffy reporfers, And cify edifors, Those lolusfering snorfers. There, in his office, The publisher's seafed, Afrowning af libels And +hose he has cheafed. Bur over and over, Thaf noise of a clank, Plus bangin and rancin 9 P 9 O'er fhe +ypewrifer's flank. Hundreds of wrifers, Jusf racing wifh fime, To gef our fhaf edifion Concerning some crime. Weird and mysferious, Same as a baffle, Snarling and shrieking, Thaf symphony of mefal. There's never a reason And never a cause For halfing fhis mofion, E'en The slighfesf of pause. The nuisance revolfing 'Mid sfruggle and sfress, The columns musf go And be prin+ed in press. Absfracf and clumsy, Devoid of all poise. Champing and fhund'ring, Such shocking noise! elghfeen PRIZE POEM Men labor and sweaf- The reward of Their foil? A menacing glance, When fhe edifors boil. The flipping of paper- The muffering of feel- Af Times, even The boss's Harsh words appear sweef. Things are imporfanf. Especially like mail, Broughf by The office-boy Who compefes wifh +he snail Engaging operafors Lisfening for flashes, Thar come in less frequenf Than cigareffe ashes. Bold brows are fwisfed, Truly in fhoughf: The quinfuplers are fhree And fhaf headline is soughf. Various sfories, From diefs fo sociehf, Wriffen wifh ufmosf Lack of propriefy. Things are unfidy, Clippings and arficles, Some 'racked on walls Creafed by miracles. The signal is sounded, 'Tis fhe inevifable hour For fhose giganfic presses, To employ all fheir power. Once fhe paper is prinfed And ouf on fhe sfreefs Newsboys are howling Wifh furbulenl' shrieks. DOROTHEA WEITZNER 39

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ink put the class of l933 Presiolenr .........,.,. Vice-Presiclenr. ,, Secreia ry-Tree su rer Helga Bodenheimer Charloffe Davis Arlene Fine Frances Goldsfein Marjorie Gordon Elaine Graham Joan Jacobson Carol Kaden Cecile Kallman Bealrice LIH Florence Yachnin .. ..,... LEE EITINGON JOAN AMBERC5 . . RUTH LITT Esfelle Mifchell Alice Plaur Jane Poll Beafrice Rubenfelcl Vivian Scharf Charloffe Shniplcin Eleanor Schreiber Frances Shapiro Rufh Solomon Madeleine Thomas sevenfeen

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ink pot mlguel SHORT STORY PRIZE IN a crudely consfrucfed school-house, on fhe oufskirfs of Madrid, labored Miguel Picasso, a young feacher almosf fhirfy-fhree. His keen face and figure were har- monious in fheir Casfilian beaufy. His clipped Spanish vernacular rang wifh clarify and cognizance, and his eyes glisfened wifh animafion as he faughf. Miguel was radi- anfly happy in his feaching, and, in fhe lafe affernoons, as he walked home, wifh his books, fucked under his arm, he whisfled and sang fhe lilfing Spanish sea ballads over and over. His head held high, wafching fhe clouds af sunsef, he swung along like a young boy, kicking up fhe dirf from fhe dusfy road wifh rhyfhmic gaif. As he neared The finy coffage where he lived wifh his elderly mofher, his cheery nofes penefrafed fhe modesf inferior wifh ifs spicy aroma of Chili Con Carne, and fhe woman wifh fhe dusf-caked Casfilian face heard him. She would drop her splinfered wooden spoon, wipe her moisf hands on her skirfs, sfraighfen her greying hair and run eagerly fo fhe open door fo greef her Miguel and embrace him. Laughing, fhey would go in fogefher and Miguel would la his books carefully on fhe low fable under Sf. Maria's shrine in a niche in fhe sfuccoed wall. He would eaf his frugalmeal quickly. and refurn fo his reading while fhe lasf vesfiges of day lingered. ln fhe mornings, af seven, as fhe rousing church bells pealed, mosf of fhe youfhs were cheerfully seafed on fheir hard benches, affenfive fo Miguel. Af fimes, when he grew conscious of a venerafing mood, he resfrained his daily roufine and began preaching for a few momenfs fo fhe obsequious youfhs. The more Miguel faughf, fhe more he found himself wafching fhe lazy school boys in fhe prisfine sfages of fheir infelligence and seeing fhem grow more culfured, mindful of fheir environmenf, eru- dife and affenfive. Wifh his whole class presenf, he was confronfed by fhirfy-seven dirfy faces, of varying ages, from eighf fo sevenfeen. On cerfain mornings, when fhey awoke early enough, some wenf fo fhe neighboring fields fo gafher fhe warmly hued meadow flowers, and placed fhem abouf fhe modesfly equipped huf in clay vases fhaf hung on fhe walls beneafh fhe musfy porfraifs of famous Spanish heroes. Neverfheless, if was remarkable fhe way fhese young sfudenfs came fo school from amidsf fhe ignoranf farm life of fheir families, how fhey fugged fhemselves away from fhe whirlpool of illiferacy and swam carefully in safe, wise wafers. The pupils adored Miguel for his keenness and placidify, his undersfanding and infelligence, while Miguel's love for fhem was yef sfronger: fheir fies were eacefulness and fhe liffle school-house. Af fimes. affer fhe pupils had gone home, fafigued from school work, and Miguel realized how ve dearly he cherished fhe liffle building in which he worked and enjoyed fhe mosl' peaceful days. he would circle his fanned arms around fhe rough- casf posfs and hug fhe walls, kissing fhem and rubbing fhem wifh his cheeks unfil fhey burnf. Two monfhs lafer, on a warm, peaceful morning, when fhe sky was clear and doffed wifh whife clouds flouncing by, Miguel as he leaned leisurely on fhe doorposf of fhe school-house heard fhe melancholy drone of airplanes above him. Disfurbed and roused from his sfafe of drowsiness by fheir sound, he noficed fhaf fhe children had already drop ed fheir boards and rushed oufside fo wafch fhem as fhey passed, flash- ing sfreaks ofbsilver in fhe sun's fixed glare. lnsfanfly, a deep shadow crossed Miguel's ninefeen