Christopher Columbus High School - Anchor Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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ofdflff 61,11 .Z5t6lI'l'L2l'Lt With thanks in our hearts, declaring ourselves sane in mind and sound ol body and not acting under fraud or fear of zeroes, we do hereby bequeath and bestow the following small portion of our property to our faithful teachers: DR. LOUGHRAN-A sponsor. MR. FONTAINE-Membership in the I.L.G,W.U. where he can get inside info as to the whereabouts of some of the best cutters in the U. S. A. MR. DOMBROW-A reminder to remember. DR. ROSENTHAL-A siren. MR. FINESTONE-A baby grand piano and a room with soundproof walls. MR. LIEBERMAN-A record of Bing Crosby which he can imitate for the rest of his life. v MR. MERCER-A glamorous Van Dyke to match the luxuriant growth on his upper lip. MR. WHALEN-A penthouse apartment in which to hold all future salons. MR. FREEDMAN-2,000 Christopher Columbus High School girls whom he can marry oif for the next four years. MR. HILTON-A green suit to go with his blue tie, green handker- chief, and yellow flower. MR. BURGER-A telescope, roller skates, and an iron lung to help him keep up with the breathless changes in history. MR. GOLDBERG-The secret of getting news before it appears on history exams. MR. ROGERS-256 for a haircut. CBut he'll have to leave his own tip.J MRS. SNYDER-A knife to sharpen her MR. KOHS-Seven woodcuts . . . out of our cute little heads. MR. ZIMMERMAN-A crib. NEXT YEAR'S SENIOR BOOK COMMITTEE-A box of aspirin and the best of luck, MR. GOLDSMITH-An experiment that goes off in time. MR. SCHOENFIELD-A budget . . . to balance. MR. FITZPATRICK-Six lessons from Madam LaZonga . . . to be passed on to the rest of the Gym Department. MR. BRICKMAN-A cushion. MR. KRIEGER-Two tickets to fix. MR. STASHEFF-Ioe Miller's LATEST joke book. THE FROSH-The words of wisdom inscribed on the desks-and the gum under them. Signed, THE CLASS OF '41

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'I'hat's 'cause you've never thought about it. The silence which followed was broken by Iim's Well, this isn't getting us anywhere. A few minutes later, they rose, sauntered out of the building and headed for the amusement area. At about eleven o'clock that evening, Iim and Bud, both very tired, climbed into the Westchester Square bus. They were having a fine time laughing about the experiences they had had, when Bud suddenly became very serious. You know, lim, that's not such a foolish idea you have, after all. lim, not knowing just what he was talking about, looked at him in a puzzled manner and asked, Which idea do you mean? You know I do have more than one, believe it or not. I'm not kidding, lim. This is really serious. I know it is and I'm sorry it I sounded flippant, but I really don't know what you're talking about. That idea of yours that we wouldn't be so intolerant if we knew more about foreign people. Why, gee, I never knew the English had such swell bikes. And if they like to ride as much as we do then they can't be such stuffed shirts as I thought they were. The Italians, too. Gosh, I didn't think they were anything but a bunch of foreign- ers, but you saw that swell little car they made: and those bookends weren't so bad, either. They even had new styles in clothes for the ladies. Why they're just like us, only they speak a different language. All those people are the same. 'l'hey're interested in the same things we Americans are, only you never hear about it. All we hear are the bad things. lim looked at him and smiled as if to say, 'I'hat's how I feel about it. Bud smiled back ruefully: I guess it sounds funny-me talking that way, but that's the way I feel. And don't worry, every time I feel like saying something mean about one of those oguntries l'll remember what l saw today-then I probably won't say it. lim knew that Bud felt embarrassed at having talked the way he had, so rather than embarrass him more by praising him or continu- ing the discussion, he began to talk about the Trylon. Even though he spoke no more about it, however, he continued to think about what Bud had said, and secretly he felt that the day they had spent at the Fair was one of the most worthwhile he had spent in a long time. As the bus rumbled down the road, he gave a little prayer of thanks that he lived in a country where such a project as the World's Fair was possible. LOUISE STEVENS

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A011 8 ZPZ QP? y0btl'L?, l-lERE'S nothing like an early start . . . Full of hope and aspirations, and ready to make a big go at things, the senior class held its first meeting-not at the very beginning of the term-mind you-but while we were still sevens. We were going to get the ball rolling-and fastl Senior officers were elected, and it was suggested that our activities start immediately. A motion was passed that we go on a boatride. Arrangements began in no sooner said than done fashion. Committees were estab- lished, class representatives collected money, the art staff made posters, loudspeaker reminders were broadcast every day, Miss Moskowitz's room was a bee-hive of action, seniors prepared food and clothes. Everything was ready. Tomorrow was the day. And when tomorrow came-it rained. Well, there's nothing like an un- successful venture to make you come back full of vigor and deter- mination. And that's exactly what happened in September. A sec- ond big meeting was held and hats were selected. Two weeks later the school was flooded with blue-hatted seniors running through the halls amidst cries of Taxil or Hey, you cabby, pull overl Why must we have our prom in the school gym? All other schools have it outside. If the prom is held in school we just won't go, that's alll This was the most fiercely debated subject of the term. Finally, a poll was held. Although the poll proved the administra- tion's point, it was decided that the prom be held outside. After an investigation the North Ball Room of the Hotel New Yorker was chosen as the site of our celebration. Then the social committee swung into actionl Dance lessons were held to increase attendance at the prom. A swap shop was organized to avoid a last minute scramble for missing attire. Smile, straighten up, look slightly to the left, click-senior pictures. Under the merciless eyes of waiting lines of fussing girls and non- chalant boys, every senior had to go through the ordeal. Did you ever walk into an official class, have someone lasso you with a tape measure, holler out a number, back you up against a wall, string the tape across you from head to foot, holler out another number and then, cordially and with dignity say, thank you? You didl Caps and gowns were being measured tor graduation. And now we approach the climax tthere were three of theml. Blue Letter Day tit was really Blue Letter Weekl witnessed seniors come to school dressed with refreshing originality. We took over ou-r classes and topped things with a dance in the afternoon. The prom and the graduation scarcely need any describing. They will be rememberedl And so, with all its disappointments, its heartbreaks, its hectic activity, and its frequent crises, we can say that our senior year was a lot offun. LARRY KRYGER