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

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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

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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 diplomacy 9 U B UT I Tell you I won'T go To any American Ambassador's house. WhaT The devil do you wanT me To go There Tor, anyhow? Darling, I know all abouT iT, Mrs. STone Tried To reason wiTh her husband. BuT aTTer all, Donna is one oT my Triends and she did accepT The inviTaTion Tor us. IT would be very rude noT To aTTend The Tea now. All righT, I'II go: buT you'II admiT ThaT They'll all probably be sTuTFy as can be. l came on The Trip To geT away Trom socieTy and Those darn social gaTherings, and whaT do I bump inTo? An Ambassador's Tea. Am I righT? GeTTing no response Trom his wife who, used To his sTubbornness, was enioying The Mexican scenery, he Turned To The congenial elderly genTIeman who had saT opposiTe him Tor The pasT Tew meals and who had been lisTening To him wiTh an amused look. Well, am I? The genTleman was, however, spared The Trouble oT answering by The conducTor who came To The dining car To announce Their ap roaching arrival aT Mexico CiTy. The passengers bound Tor ThaT ciTy, including The 5Tones and The congenial genTIeman, rushed To Their respecTive cars To geT ready To clebark. NexT aTTernoon Jerry STone was looking around desperaTely To Tind someone in The greaT room who mighT be inTeresTing. JusT as he was deciding ThaT all The people aT The Tea were sTuTFy, he spoTTed his breakTasT companion oT The previous day. ATTer a hearTy greeTing Jerry sTarTed Talking in conTidenTial Tones. For Heaven's sake, The people here are sTuTTy. Am I glad To see you! Thank goodness I haven'T had The pleasure oT meeTing The Ambassador yeT. I-le musT be- Jerry was inTerrupTed by his hosT's secreTary who, coming up To The liTTle old man, said, Pardon me, Ambassador, buT ou are wanTed aT The Telephone. The Ambassador excused himselT wiTh a smile. Jerry's rnouTh was wide open. ANNE FRANKENTHALER, '39, une declaration d'amour Le premier iour que ie T'ai vu Dans le iardin, sous le pommier, Tu eTais debouT. Tu regardais I'herbe, les arbres, les Tleurs, J'aurai pu Te regarder pendanT des heures. Crois-moi, serieusemenT, ie T'aime. Mon coeur s'ouvre a Toi: Tu es mon premier Tu seras mon seul amour ET ie T'aimerai Touiours. RUTH J. I-IERSKOVITS, '37, paths They walked The road TogeTher, I-Ie smiled To Think, Though a Tear Trickled down The old man and The child, OT The handsome man in his prime, And as The bo looked inTo his eyes, Who lay buried under The cold, hard earThg Behold-The olld man smiled! I'low his liTe was sTolen by Time. The smile was noT oT ioy, he knew, His TaTher, This dear chiId's TaTher, And yeT he was noT sadg Whose place he now musT Till, He smiled To Think oT his own boyhood, Ancl TeIT iT his duTy To walk wiTh The child, And The paThs he walked wiTh his dad. The old paThs sTiII. ELISE ELISBERG, '4I. TorTy-Th ree