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

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A SENIOR HAT SPEAKS I am a Senior Hat. For many months now I've been bouncing around on the head of a bright young senior of Christopher Columbus High School. This is the night of the prom and suddenly I'm not needed any more. The bright young head went bare this evening and I have been left at home on the dresser by myself. I can see my own comforting reliection in the mirror. I'm all blue with a silver stripe around me and a silver pompom is my crown. Really though, I'm just a cart full of memories. I See that G.O. button--yes, that's right-the blue one with Spring Term 1943 and the silver ship on it. No, it's not merely a circle of painted metal to the bright young senior. It is a symbol of her first love. It was an exchange for an Arista button and she wore it pinned on her sweater every day, next to her heart. Soon however, it took its place, as I will now, in a drawer with other outgrown things. But she'll always remember that it stood for something special and lovely. And the blue and silver feather perched cockily on my top. It's a remem- brance of the library where she found it. It had been pressed in a dictionary on the page near the definition of adolescence, She had saved it until her last term of school, knowing how well it would look, waving triumphantly over the brim of her senior hat. There's the new original Senior Button looking at itself sideways in the mirror so that its vanity won't be noticed. Its face is painted with caricatures of seniors with their noses in the airg it was once worn proudly, eagerly by those it represented. I myself, am one of the most important souvenirs of high school days. I was decorated with loving care and made my senior conspicuous in crowds. People laughed at me but my beauty was protected and defended. I belong to a senior-Oh, the door is opening. My bright young senior is home from the prom. She's entered the room now, only she isn't wearing the clothes I'm accustomed to. I'm afraid I wouldn't look well with these new ones. She's putting me on her bright young head and-and she seems to agree with me. I'm out of place now. She, opens a drawer and-yes, she's putting me in it-Goodbye-Goodbye-. BARBAKA I. Funsr 20

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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

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TEACHERS I think that I shall never see, A teacher that appeals to me, One who does not forever look As if he'd just swallowed a book. One who has not a smile of pain As he explains to us in vain. But then I guess they have to beg They get that way from teaching me! IACQU ELYN RICH What the page below so eloquently bears Are the expressions we've heard for so many years. 1. Madame Giraucl-Zut alors. 2. Mr. Goldsmith-Minus one half. 3. Mr. Brickman-It's obvious. 4. Mrs. Nover-Chuckleheaded bunnies. 5. Mr. Cocks-Pack your books and stand by. 6. Miss Datkyn-Sound oil! 7. Mr. Whalen-As I was saying when so rudely interrupted. 8. Mrs. Bowden-You big fellows. 9. Miss D'Amato-My darlings! 10. Mr. Skutelsky-This term things are going to be different. 11. Mr. Brode-Okay kidsg pipe down and sign off. 12. Mr. Sternbach-Wretch! 13. Miss Conn-There is nothing new under the sun. 14. Mr. Dombrow-One World. 15. Mr. Rogers-Attendance first! 17. Mrs. Wachs-P.D.Q. 18. Mr. Carbonara-You bunch of monkeys! 20. Mr. Nathans-Absence makes the marks grow rounder. In parting may we weep as we say adieu And hope this list remains familiar to you. 21