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

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Gaucleamus lgilur H- ig dark in fhe school now. The rooms are deserfed. No echoes from hurrying foof- sfeps, no feachers' voices liffed in insfrucfion. The fainf chalk-dusf ghosf fhaf prevails in a classroom suddenly deserfed, is in fhese rooms now, driffing fhere, floafing in quivering silence ou'l' info fhe halls and corridors. There is nofhing buf silence in fhe school fonighf. No dances in fhe gym, no laughfer from behind closed doors, no whisperings in 'rhe halls, no baskef ball games or proms-nofhing is here buf darkness and fhe nighf. The lasl' scrubwoman has gone home. She packed her long handbag and walked down fhe hall fo fhe main enfrance, pausing for a momenf 'ro say good nighf fo fhe cusfodian's assisfanf. Then she wenf fhrough 'lhe doorway info fhe cold January air. The cus'l'odian's assisfanf walked abouf for a few minufes wifh his fhick overcoaf fhrown over his shoulders. He fesfed fhe locked doors, peered fhrough fhe doorpanes info fhe dark rooms. Safisfied, he walked down lhe corridor fo fhe library, his foofsfeps making a loud, echoing sound. . . . clap . . . clap . . . nofhing in fhe library, nofhing in fhe Hisfory Office . . . nofhing in fhe Mafh Office, nofhing in fhe boys' lavafories, fhe feachers' resl' rooms . . . clap . . . clap . . . mafh rooms empfy, music rooms empfy, English rooms empfy. Wash closefs locked? Locked. Nofhing on fhe sfairs, on fhe chairs in fhe halls, on fhe window sills? Nofhing. Upsfairs, up fo fhe Fourfh Floor . . . clap . . . clap . . . clap . . . arf rooms and nofhing fhere. Down again, furfher down, Second Foor, Firsf Floor . . . physics rooms . . . chem rooms . . . audiforium . . . buf nofhing fhere. Yellow brick walls, glass brick walls, filed walls, and nofhing more He opened fhe door fo one of fhe boys' lavofories. Nofhing fhere. A few cigareffe ashes in fhe sink . . . upper fermers? lnifials scribbled on fhe walls . . . Freshmen's? The window frames shiny and whife, fhe walls fresh and smoofh. Then a biology room, pungenl' wifh a half-concealed fish smell, wifh an odor of formaldehyde, iodine sfain, and raf sfenchg and fhis, commingled wifh fhe wood and varnish smells, wifh fhe odor of sweal' from fhe locker rooms, wifh fhe sulphur, iron, and ozone smells from 'rhe Chemisfry Deparfmenf, and wifh fhe hundred and more odors, smells, fragrances, and sfenches . . . all fhis fo his mind means people, young people, learning, devouring, and going away. I+ was as fhough all fhe boys and girls who worked here in fhe day had given up some ghosf of memory fhaf would endure in fhese dark halls forever. A feeling of movemenf, of acfion, of swiffness. Somefhing of fhem remained here, even now, lafe in fhe nighf. Buf one year . . . fhree years . . . fen years hence . . . whal' fhen? Whaf of us fhen? Who will remember us fen years from now, now fhaf we are gone forever, and fhere are ofhers? Who will murmur, fen years hence . . . I4