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

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TYPICAL SCHOOL DAY Yesterday was a rather uneventful school day. The aIarm cIocIc announced its presence at promptIy 8 o'cIocIc after which I I'eII asleep again. I was awakened however about 8:30 hy a terrified shrielc from my mother. Somehow my clothes were thrown on, my Iarealciast thrown in. and I was thrown out hy 8:55. After dashing under cars. dropping my hoolcs, and forgetting my Iunch. I managed to pant into school with the Iate hell. I was quickly relieved of my aI- Iowance hy representatives Irom senior hats, senior dues, senior prom, class ring. G. O.. Red Cross. and a multitude of others. This was Iollowed shortly hy the ceIestiaI chimes of Dr. I.oughran's broadcast. We all greeted with joy the an- nouncement that IVIrs. SnycIer's class was the first to have IOOWJ G. O. memhership. After ahsorhing that tidbit. we had the pleasure of Iearning just which morons had departed from their vaIuaIJIe possessions the previous day. The rest of the home room period was spent in doing English homeworlc. The start of each period found one oI my riIJs popping through my new white sweater. Gaunt with hunger. I IinaIIy rushed down an up staircase and collapsed into the cafeteria, where I was eventually revived hy the delightful aroma of an egg sandwich. Alter hungrily devouring my Iunch, I applied fresh Iipsticlc, hlotted it on the Inaclc of my Latin hook, and prepared to copy my Iriend's Eco. homeworic just as the hell rang. Naturally my next period class was on the 4th floor. As I started on my journey. I wished vainly for a hrolcen arm that would entitle me to an elevator pass. The first iiight of stairs Wasnyt too had. It was made with a minimum of effort and I was hearing up admirahly as I attaclced the second flight. That was a Iittte more diI:I:icuIt. I gasped a hit and shifted my hoolcs. hut on the whole managed to withstand the strain. I smiled Iorightly as I started the third hut my vigor soon hegan to wane. perspiration dripped Irom my hrow and a droop tool: possession of my shoulders: yes. I was definitely wealcening. I rested a hit Iaelore starting up the fourth Iiight. As I continued my heart was hammering vio- Ientty. my eyes were glazed and stared vacantly at the stairs that whirled in front of them. Four more steps to goI Fourmore steps to drag my tortured. pain raclced body. My eyes glistened with new hope. Could I malce it? Three more stepsi TwoI Onet I dragged one tired aching Ieg after the other and sighed with happi- ness. As I tottered into Eco., I realized that I'd Ieft my hook in the cafeteria and immediately dashed down to get it. alter which the same process was repeated. JUNE A1-LAS 21

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Letter to a Prospective Freshie Dear,-0-- in your iast ietter you mentioned somewhat casuaiiy that you were planning to enter Coiumbus this term. Evidently your education has been sadly neglected, to say the ieast, if you are considering such a step with ievity. Niethinics that it is my duty to bestow the advice which thou art badly in need of. First of aii, never beiieve a seniori All other commandments are secondary unto that. Columbus has nox swimming pooi on the fifth iioor,-fit has no fifth iioori There is no necessity for purchasing passes to the iunchroom. The only requirement im- posed is: If you have not made up your iast wiii and testament-fthinic weii about so doing before entering the C.C.H.S. cafeteria. HUpn staircases go down as weii as up. Any frosh might easily be snowed under by upper termers as he wariiy starts going up an uUp. Teachers donit reaiiy bite. They just go around iooicing iiice that to intimidate students and aiienate peopie. Do not buy the schooi eievator-they stiii wouidnit iet you use it. Learn the proper ciasses to do homework for and the right times to be prepared. Every learned Coiumbusite has evoived a system for beating the homeworic game. They can teii by the very expression on the teacher,s face if he intends following up the assignment that he's iniiicting at the moment. And ii you ucutf' you must maintain an expression oi compiete innocence fhowever diiiiicuit that may bei and waiic, not run, out of the building. There are certain tips which, unfortunateiy, cannot be expressed on paper. iiii have to wait untii I see you to impart those. In short, embark upon your Columbus career with caution! Watch your stepi i'ii do my best to heip you avoid the inevitable freshman pitfalls. Good luck, ireshie. It's not such a iong stretch. I was a freshman once myself. EILEEN PRICE EPITAPH Here iie the Seniors who died in expectation Vvaiting for the hats, the prom, and graduation! Ensns EICHNER Z0

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THE RAIN AND I Three years ago today it aIso rainedI OnIy three years back, yet so far much more in thoughtI VVhiIe sitting at the window, gazing into the nowhere, I recaII vivid, unforgettable moments, when two of the finest men Ieft to the caII of the coIors. Despite the meIanchoIic atmosphere and the I1eaviIy Iaden skies, an imaginary rainbow smiIed before me. My eyes dampened as it seemed to say, uVVhy are you sad? I was motionIess. The tears were uncontroIIabIe, for today was different. . . . wrhere is something in them bothf, I thought, uthat is different .... No need worrying .... America is made of men IiIce themf' Yes. aII these things the rain seemed to whisper soothingIy as its beads hit against my window pane. My thoughts Iightened to some three years ago. . . IVIother is sitting in the dean,s office at the I'Iaaren Aviation High SchooI waiting for Gabe to come down and straighten things out with his history instructor. How ashamed he isI UNothing matters but airpIanes, he says abruptIy. and much to mother's em- barrassment, Hand nothing in the worId will make me change my mind, eitherI . . . besides . . . what do I care about Louis XIV and NapoIeon III? He is home now, compIeteIy humiIiatecI. Mother is Iecturing him about his attitude towards schooI. She is irritated to find bits of baIsa wood and razor bIac,Ies beside spiIt gIue and scraps of paper careIessIy strewn on the windowsiII of his room. I can see him now . . . his taII, Iean body seated at his home-made worIc tabIe . . . in the midst of a piIe of refuse. I can hear him. too, asking IVIom to maIce me Ieave him aIone, and besides . . . UVVhat do girIs Icnow about airpIanes? He is heiping me with my homework now. In fact. he is drawing up his own assigned Cash iIournaI at the same time. UI couId eat this stufif' he says. HIt's in me, just IiIce airpIanes.n He has cIosed his Ioooics now, and I see him curIed up in the huge chair next to the oId radio. He appears to be resting. He Ioves his music, indeecII He is Iis- tening to his favorite evening concert .... FaItering, doIeIuI sounds can be heard in the househoId. He becomes conscious of the origin of these sounds, and cIicIis off the radio diaI. He hears sisterys oI:I-Icey rendition of his favorite compositions. Nothing in the worIcI annoys him more than that. He is asIeep, despite the bang- ing open oi the back door .... In march a group of noisy teen-aged boys. each cIad in a dusty basebaII uni- Iorm. with their cIub name. Hcoronets, A.C.,' brigI1tIy dispIayed across their chests. Each has something very distinct about him. But I couId see, Ioest of aII, the weII uphoIstered, husicy body of our hero, Frankie. weighted down with basebaII equip- ment. He settIes his burden in the haIIway, and with his usuaI UI'Ii.H he greets his best girI, IVIom. He is stretching with fatigue now. What sweII times Dad and I had at the basebaII diamond in the ParIcI How the boys used to pIayI How we cheered our heroI ZZ