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

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ink pol as you like it UNE affernoon I feIT very mischievous. I had iusT finished reading ALICE IN WON- DERLAND and decided To see if I could walk Through The mirror. To my surprise, IT gave way easily and I sfepped info a world unlike my own. Everyfhing was different IT was old England many years ago. The women were elaborafel gowned in long, flowing robes and wore Tall, poinTed haTs wiTh long veils. 'I felf Terribly ouT of place as everyone looked aT me queerly. Finally, a good-looking youfh came up To me. I'le had sTraighT, sandy, bobbed hair, sparkling brown eyes and a charming ace. I could see ThaT he had a IoT of personaIi+y. Who arT Thou and whom didsT Thou wish To see? I gave him my name and asked him who he mighf be. To my amazemenT, he an- swered, I am Rosalind. Thou hasT sTepped info Shakespeare's famous Tale, AS YOU LIKE IT. I was delighfed as Rosalind is one of my favorife characTers in Shakespeare. I hardly knew how To sTarT, buT I began by saying, Rosalind, I have always longed To see you. Tell me abouf yourself and OrIandol If Thou wouIdsT, she answered poIiTeIy, accompany me To my home in The foresT where I dwell wiTh my fair cousin, Celia, searching for my faTher. Agreeing To her will, we sTarTed Through The foresT, jumping over sfreams and laughing aT The Trees wiTh RosaIind carved on Them. AfTer Telling me her unforfu- naTe sTory, Rosalind broughT me To a shepherd's huT where no one seemed To be aT home. I was glad. Refreshed wiTh a drink of goaT's milk, we saT down on The Trunk of a fallen Tree To Talk. I Told her of The wonderful world in which I lived, wiTh subways, Taxis, Trolley cars, busses, eIeva+ors, airplanes and so many oTher Things. She appeared dazzled, so I asked, Why don'T you come To where I live? Ph, no! she exclaimed. I would be surprised and I know I would noT like il' aT a II Finally, I Told her ThaT I had To go. I could noT waiT To meeT her cousin and Orlando, so Rosalind showed me Through The mirror and inTo my home again. I was glad To be back, buT I enjoyed my visiT and nexT Time I shall waiT To see Celia, her cousin, and Orlando, her faifhful lover. SUZANNE GOLDBERG, '4I. skyscrapers BROWN hair, brown eyes, brown haT and suiT seemed To HT wifh Dale's mood as she h crossed The sTreeT. Her skyscrapers seemed To be swaying wiTh each honking om. Lake Placid seemed a far-off lace. JusT a week before, she had figure-skaTed her way To The amaTeur TiTIe ThaT hacfigiven her Ten days in New York. Now she had all she could do To keep her equilibrium on The ice ThaT coafed Fiffh Avenue. She had Tried To geT a parT in The Ice Carnival. buf There were no vacancies. She Tried ofher places, buT iT was always The same sTory, LeT you know. She had used up eighT days of her recious sTay. As she neared The rink in Radio Cify, she decided To skaTe for pracfice. A IiTTIe Iafer she was one of The moving figures, once around, a figure eighT, a Top Turn, and a few ofhers. She sTarTed To go around again, buT as she came To The edge of The rink, she heard someone call her. From Then on, she was in a dream, sailing on and on. She pinched herself. She! She was asked by a producer To come The following morning To be in a play, To skaTe on a sTage in New York Cify, The +aIIes+ cify in The world. Her skyscrapers Touched ground. EDITH MAYER, '4I. forfy-one

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ink pot fulfillment 0NE Iafe affernoon, in his smaII, one-room flaf, I-Ierr Sfraus, once a well-known German arfisf, saf crouched over a Iow fable, puffing a few Iasf-minufe fouches fo an easel painfing on which he had been working many monfhs. Though his deff fingers were sfeady as he finished if, neverfheless, once fhe brush was down, he had wifh a greaf efforf fo confrol himself. No one knew of fhe hardships Herr Sfraus had been fhrough in fhe Iasf few years. No one knew fhaf fhis emaciafed old man, wifh his long, unkempf hair and ragged clofhes, had once been wealfhy, his fame known fhroughouf fhe world. Cerfainly, no one realized fhaf fhis poor arfisf had been work- ing sfeadily for some fime pasf fo make one final painfing, a painfing in which he wanfed fo represenf fhe life he now wanfed fo Iead . Wifh slow, falfering sfeps, Herr Sfraus fook fhe canvas over fo fhe cracked win- dow, so as fo gef a beffer look af if. If was fruly a beaufiful picfure, one in which only Herr Sfraus could express himself. Affer safisfying himself fhaf he could make no furfher improvemenfs, he resolved fo fake fhe painfing fo Herr Brugard, fhe famous arf dealer, and gef his opinion of if. I-Ie quickly puf on his faffered coaf and, wrap- ping fhe picfure in a piece of canvas, sfarfed on his way, hopeful and eager. Arriving af Herr Brugard's shop, he fimidly enfered. Recognizing fhe man in fhe chair by fhe window as fhe famous arf dealer himself, I-Ierr Sfraus caufiously approached. Do you wish fo see me? asked Brugard, Yes, answered I-Ierr Sfraus in a quavering voice. I wish you fo do me a favor: if will mean a greaf deal fo me and if will fake you only a few minufes. I would like you fo look af fhis picfure and fell me, honesfly and frankly, whaf you fhink of if. You see--if is fhe Iasf painfing I shall ever be able fo do. Very well, answered Herr Brugard kindly. Unwrapping fhe painfing, he sfared af if silenfly for a long fime. Awe and wonder passed over his feafures. Finally, furn- ing foward I-Ierr Sfraus, wifh fears in his eyes, he said: This painfing is a masferpiecel If musf hang wifh only fhe greafesfl Wifh a reverenf sigh, as if peace had suddenly descended on him, Herr Sfraus sank down, a crumbled heap, before his picfure of FuIfiIImenf. MARY I-IERSHENSTEIN, '39, autumn If fhe aufumn of life is half as lovely As fhe aufumn of earfh, I shall nof grieve For fhe vanished days of a rapfurous spring Nor beg for one momenf's reprieve. If winfer should come, I am confenf To leave my life in fhe hands of a God Whose mind could conceive fhe aufumn of earfh And sfar if wifh asfers and goldenrod. FANNIE MILLER, '39, decorum The friumph of I should over I would. VIRGINIA OPPENI-IEIMER, '39, forfy

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ink pot the complications of reducing THERE he sfood, scowling af himself in fhe mirror, as fhe blood frickled slowly down his cheek and below his ear. Shame on you! You shave like a high school boyl Mr. Warner grinned down sheepishly af his young daughfer and blurfed ouf. Well, Bess, l was hurrying. Don'l' like fo keep your mofher waifing. Hey, nof so much powder! Therel Thaf's ENOUGH! and Elizabefh Warner, beffer known as Bess, smiled al' 'her fafher's be-powdered face. I bef you'll be more popular fhan fhe groom fo- ni f. g He will be, wifh me, and Mrs. Warner looked af her husband for a full minufe, as she so offen did now. l fold you l could do if and, by golly, l did! said her husband, as he furned fo appraise himself in fhe mirror. He wore a robe several sizes foo large and if was almosf unbelievable fhaf, six shorf monfhs ago, he had iusf managed fo buffon 'lhaf same robe. Oh, l've reduced for my healfh, he would say and fhaf was frue, buf fhen, when you fhoughf of Connie Warner, you wondered. He wanfed her fo be nof only proud. buf able fo brag a liffle abouf him. Now Mr. Warner sighed, wifh an l carried fhrough fo complefion air. Would he nof have fun fonighf, he fhoughf, wifh Connie? Why had he nof done fhis years ago? Why . . . Connie! H' was a groaning S. O. S. and Mr. Warner sfood holding a pair of panfs af leasf eighf sizes foo big for him. The failor, he senf 'rhe wrong suif! These panfs don'f fifl he repeafed, as if frying fo convince himself fhaf somefhing had gone askew. Then he realized whaf had happened. Quick anger overwhelmed him and he spoke hoarsely, fensely. Now don'+ gef exci+ed, caufioned Mrs. Warner. Oh. how could such a fhing happen and affer she had falked everyone deaf abouf Charlie's grand new physique? Oh, why had she noi' made him buy a Tuxedo insfead of renfing one? Buf he had in- sisfed, chiding her, wifh l'll gef so much fhinner. l'll be downrighf handsome, yef. As if he were nof handsomeienough for her now! l'll make him pay for fhisl sformed Mr. W. l'll have my lawyers sue him for all he's worfhl He'll feel sorry for his carelessness. This darn suif would have fiffed me six nnonfhs ago, before l gof some sense and reduced. Before-- Connie Warner abrupfly sfopped her pacing and slowly re eafed, Big enough- six monfhs ago-six-Charlie! She seemed elecfrified. lnfo ClTarlie's closef she dove and came our friumphanfly, holding a Tuxedo-draped hanger on which one could read, Clofhes fo hire for all occasions. Don'l' you see? she fairly squealed wifh icy l'he suif you iusf had on was your own old one. This one here, and she unceremoniously flung if af him, is fhe one you renfedl As Mr. and Mrs. Warner enfered fhe vesfibule of fhe church, a solemn voice was saying, and do you promise fo love, cherish and obey, fill deafh do you par+? Mr. Warner squeezed his wife's hand as if resfed on his Tuxedo-sleeved arm. LILLIAN FICHTENHOLTZ, '39, autumn leaves The sunbeams rushing pasf painfed fhem wifh blushes. VIRGINIA OPPENHEIMER, '39, fo rfy-fwo