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

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Freshman Days . Dawn Patrol . . Luncllroom . The Elevator . . Regents Week . Open School Week Program Planning Arista Applicant . In the Dean's Office Freshman . . . Math ..... End of term . . The Senior Class Senior Dues . . Senior Dance . Graduation From now on MILESTON ES . Time Green Years . 'Bring 'Em Back Alive . Double lndemnityn . Open Up Tluem Pearly Gatesn ii . To Be or Not To Be . hGo0d Will Hour . uvalley of Decision . Red Badge of Couragel' . A'l,-es lxfiiseralmlesu . Age ol lnnocencen . A Comedy of Errors , 'Pl-lie Summing Up . Economic Problems ol Today . Gone With the Wind ' . UT0 Have and To Hold . Escape . Tlfie Hard Vvayn CYNTHIA HOCHBERG WHAT A WHALE OF A DIFFERENCE JUST A FEW TERMS MAKE! F resll S incere R eady to learn E minent O lmstinate N olole S illy l llustrious l'l apless O ld and experienced R en0VVned MURIEL LEFF MY VICIOUS COUNTENANCE l'm a cross laetween Cass Daly and lVlarjory lVlain. lVly squinting eyes spell deceit. My wealc cliin sllows laclc of character. The expression on my lace would terrorize wolves and malce llonest men turn tlmeir faces aside as l pass. Tile general effect is tllat of a. battered prize-figllter, but it also includes tlme worst features of an ape. Evil is seen in every line ol my llardened appearance. A girl willi sucll a face would stealla sripple's crutcli. aladucl a moil1er's only cluild. and set fire to a hospital-boy. what a i-,acel l've just seen my graduation plioto. lxiuvu JoY NELSON 27

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Vve, the graduating ciass of June. 1945, have coiiected during our four year stay at Coiumhus numerous articies which we no ionger need. We do hereby bequeath them to the foiiowing peopie: To: Dr. Loughran . . Miss Murphy . . Mr. Goldsmith . The Pub Office . Miss Davis . Mr. Sexton . . . Mr. Baiser .... The Guidance Office Mr. Fried . .. Mr. Burger .... The Attendance Office Mr. Mandeit . . . The Dramatic Club . Mrs. Rowan . . . The Library . . Miss Ligo . . The History Office . Mr. Whelan . . The Yearbook . . The Horizon . . . The entering freshies Our Senior Teachers The new senior class Someone who can speii his name Moosic A few free ions its rightful quota of passes A front row ciass Biiiy's iuii name A nohie class to justify his faith A box of aspirin Half of what Mr. Rogers has an excess of A text iaooic with a red valentine A quiet day A flattering cartoon Barrymore and Bernhardt A Blue Ribbon Dog Our Delaney cards An Arista that doesn't want to commemorate something Someone who can type Someone eise who hates the Bronx A staff Douhie Ditto Road Maps The entering freshies Qur oid seniorihats VVe have also noticed that the Columbus faculty has its full share of idiosyncrasies. in view of this fact, CAN YOU IMAGINE: Mrs. Parsons wearing pigtaiis. Mrs. iViacKnigh't without that history ioooic. A dignified iunch room. Nir. Burger with a copy of the uNews.U Miss Ligo playing potsy. Mr. Mandeii minus his mustache. Dr. Isaacs in a zoot suit. Z6 hits. Governaie in hobby sox. Mr. Baiser Without a grin.. Mrs. Snyder without twelve ruies. Mr. Sexton with a Brooklyn accent. ixfir. Brode without a staff. ' A modest senior. WE CANT!!

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REMINISCENCES He was just one of the feiiows sitting on his hunk Hsomewhere in the Pacific, writing to his hest girl. He doesnxt present such a striking picture-a dark-haired hoy, not much more than 18, average height, not had-looking. He might he the ex-student of any high school of the 48 states, hut the ioiue and silver Major MCH stamps him as being a Coiumhusite-prohahiy one of the many who joined Uncle Sam soon after receiving their diplomas. His eyes have that far-away took in them. His mouth, turning up at the corners, further testiilies that he's thinking of those days Hhack whenf' His letter runs this way: Dear Ann, That picture you sent iast week was just what I needed-next to a furlough! But what's that thing on your head-a Senior hat? It doesn't resemhie that Con- federate affair that I sported a while hack. Just looking at the contraption makes me think of the four years at Coiumhus. especially that F. F. D. tFatai First Day to youj. I het I was the greenest freshie that ever went up to the Hopen-air cafeterian on the fifth Hoor. You can kid ati you want, hut how about you and the private ioeauty parlor on the second iioor. I suppose it ati goes to show what we expected from Cotumhus hack in those days. But we learned, we learned .... Then those program cards'-the Worid's Eighth Vvonderi i can stiii see you waiting, uBeiieve me. I haven,t learned to read Greek yetin Thanks to a couple of kind-hearted Seniors tthere were some in those daysj, We managed to get to classes those first six months. tixfiayhe they weren't so kind. come to think of it., The cafeteria-the haven of the oppressed and the cutter. Something teiis me that if your mother,s second cousinys nephew hadn't heen so chummy with the monitor, we'd never have gotten to explore the depths of a Columbus sandwich. Too had we didn't know about the magic of service passes in the early days. I hunkediinto Donnie some time ago. He was one ofthe fellows in the chorus of the Hvvhite Company. We were jawing ahout one thing and another, hut we decided that nothing could compare to that show. Too had we didn't have another one like it. That was the one thing that made our soph year shine. Vvasnyt it when we were Joyous Juniors that we were interviewed for the Senior Arista? I never thought that such hig words couid ever come out of me. But seventh term had its compensations. No longer did milk lines present unsurmountaioie obstacles. Little monitors dared not stop us in the hails for passes. For they. too. reaiized that in a short span of time. we would hecome,-f,-- 'Superstratospheric Seniors! tAt this point. piease have iVir. Trunz' hugie- hoy give out with a long hiastj There we were with those caps at ati angles and our heads in the ciouds. The caps'-or so we thought'-were our tickets to go up the down staircase, elevator passes when it was too hot to ciimh from the basement to the fourth. and invitations to lead any activity in which there happened to he un- fortunate undergraduates. The Hy in my Senior ointment was that famous fintamous?j Dawn patrol. just to pass your house on a dark. coid morning when I knew that you were stiii sleeping made me wonder if even a Senior hat was worth the sacrifice. Activities would have heen great. hut Senior Day got rotted up in cramming Z8