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

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MY OW LAST WILL As I sit here in my class cell waiting in ecstasy for the hour to dawn, the hour which will free me from these depressive toils of Columbus High and lead me to the unfettered life of the outside world, my conscience demands that I endeavor to ease the pain of the suffering humanity that inevitably will follow me. I therefore have written my last will and testament as follows: I-bequeath these stone walls, bricks, iron and inclusive horror chambers of Columbus High to the new crop of incoming freshmen. To all those who are able to endure the pandemonium, the odors, and the accompanying indigestion, I relinquish our cafeteria. With this bequest goes the chewing gum under the chairs, the elbows jabbing into your ribs, the mad scramble for chairs, the candy wrappers, spilt milk and pretzel bags littering the floor, and finally, the last two minutes you have left to eat the food it took thirty-eight minutes to buy! i To Mr. Goldsmith, our esteemed chemist, whose teachings are the cause of ,many of the indescribable odors and aromas that invade our building, I leave a bottle of Airwick with the hope that his future victims may trespass the halls without holding their noses. A , W To all the patient 'study hall teachers who try so faithfully to control us by repeatedly saying, Please be quiet! this is supposed to be a study hall,', I leave a pair of ear plugs so they too may enjoy that period as do the students, who do everything from nibbling on lunches to! throwing spit balls. I To the courageous Dawn Patrol classes, I hereby leave an order to the cafeteria that they be served hot black coffee to open their eyes before they start the daily marathon around the school block. To Doctor Loughran and all the teaching staff, I leave the memories of the extra fine behavior, the high scholastic standing, the unusual beauty, the outstanding athletic feats and the striking leadership as exemplified by the graduating class of Iune 1946. To the undersized, gullible, shy, unsophisticated freshmen, I leave all the great wisdom, physical prowess, wordliness and sophistication of the seniors. In witness whereof I have here unto subscribed and carved my name indelibly on this desk, this thirtieth day of Iune 1946. IANET SCHMIDT 18

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There had been experiences that stood out in her mind, some proud, some embarrassing. Once when only a humble Freshman, she had stumbled into the wrong classroom, only to discover her mistake in the middle of the period. She had stam- mered something incoherent to the teacher and, to the delight of the class, had fled. There had been a play in which Linda had taken part. She was a Spanish girl and, during the course of the play, had to recite a poem in Spanish. How hard she had struggled to perfect her accent. When the play was over and the applause was thunderous, Linda secretly felt that some of it was for her performance. The fun of being a Senior was only occasionally clouded by the thought of leaving the school she had attended for four years. How delighted Linda had been when she received her Senior hat and how much fun it had been to attempt to outdo all other Seniors in making her hat the most unusual one. It had only been achieved by the addition of a feather which was twelve inches long. The teachers had regarded her with amusement when she wore it and her friends were envious. There had been yearbook pictures which caused her to wonder if she really looked like the girl in the picture. Her nose appeared too large and her face reminded her of the faces painted by El Greco. She hadn't minded too much. It was easy to laugh at herself. When she had received her diploma, a thought clung to her mind in the way ivy clings to a wall. She then remembered how afraid she had been to go to school when she was a little child. Her fears had been allayed by a kindly teacher who afterwards remained her friend. It was like that when she graduated. She half dreaded the thought of leaving and finding herself in a new world. There was however a calm voice inside her that repeatedly told her she need not fear the future but should look forward to it like a new adventure. Linda turned the pages of her imaginative mind. Everything had been all right. Replacing the hat in the dusty trunk, she turned and left the attic, her heels making a rhythmic tapping on the floor. IOAN G. HARING , i1.1 'N avkaifzffi-3's2f l W y O fl at rr 77: 41.41 'X 17

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THE COMPLETE CURRICULUM Or Lessons for seniors by I am far from being mathematic The subject is most problematic With angles and cones My head aches and moans For at figures I'm not acrobatic. In English I speak with a stammer And also I ain't good in grammar I feel just like mangling A participle that's dangling 'Cause participles just ain't got no glamor. In: order that my mind may fatten I study the language of Latin But this I confess I know less and less A zero in Latin I'm battin'. I can't learn a darn thing in French All I'm doing is warming a bench Teacher says See, see, see? I reply Oui, oui, oui! For my teacher is one lovely wench Physics come two of a kind But the Physics in high school you'll find Will tie you in knots The problems are lots Your teeth you'll Find you will grind. a teacher Chemistry's like H25 The smell can be one awful mess With test-tubes and burners We're s'posed to be learners To be future chemists I guess. They call me a student of Biology But I must offer an apology I Hnd no romance In insects or plants Perhaps I should study Zoology. I am a student of Art But I know that I'm not too smart When everyone's drawing My pencil I'm gnawing They're through when I'm ready to start Music, they say, soothes the soul But I prefer jam on a roll It's just as sweet - And it's something to eat And eating is my only goal. The subject that's perfect is Lunch I think it's the best of the bunch r It's always my mood For good drink and food A hundred I'll get is my hunch. I-I. L. MILLER 19