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

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Seniors There once was a senior named Ioe, Seniors are so light and gay, His trumpet he'd constantly blowg Soon comes graduation day. In the bandroom you'd hear 'im They're so glad to get away Till teachers couldn't bear 'im. That they shout Hip! hip! hooray! They all told our poor Ioe to blow. NINA Locfxscio ANITA SILVERMAN There once was a Senior named Smitty Thinking of Columbus and the fun they had, Who ran after girls who were prettyg The poor little graduates are all so sad. He was absent from class Wiping their eyes, And never did pass, Uttering deep sighs . . . He's a senior once more, what a pity! Quick doc, look at me, am I going mad. GRETTA SHOTEN PHYu.1s PoDo1uaFsxY Km Senior What is that thing upon their heads, That faded blue creation, That thing that's scribbled and laden down With a million complications? And pray who are those people Who pass in costumes strange. For what's come over Columbus High, What's brought about this change? Who are they . . . what are those . . . Gosh, it's the talk of the town For goodness sake, they're the Seniors And that Blue Thing' is their crown. ANITA SILVERMAN 24

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Life And Latin Life is real, life is earnest, And it might have been sublime, If I hadn't been kept busy Studying Latin all the time. Everybody's dead that wrote it, Everyone is dead that spoke it, Everyone must die that learned it, To My History Book If there should be another flood, For refuge hither flyg For if the world should be submerged, This book would still be dry. Happy death: they surely earned it. JANET SCHMIDT He watched the buzzing of the flies He yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. He felt depressed he wished to sing Darn that old bell, why don't you ring? MARILYN Tnnto lt's time for diplomas, proms, and rings, College or job-and all such thingsg But the thought that's uppermost in my mind Is Who'll be the next new movie find? There once was a senior named Ien Who always ran after the meng She neglected her studies And copied from buddies And now she's a senior again. IOAN HARING Gee, he's so sad to leave this school Oh but then he's just a fool. CARRIE MARCUS SONIA BURSTEIN fAll Apologies to Mr. Sternbachj Was there ever a teacher much braver Than our popular, handsome ex-shaver? He rebuked all the tsk ers And kept all his whiskers Does his final decision still waver? GRETTA S1-IOTEN 23

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There was a young girl from Manhattan, Strutting Seniors full of pride, Who elected a sequence in Latin, Short or tall or thin or fat. She learned hic, haec, hoc, Each of whom has surely tried But found it no joke, Many ways to wear his hat. Now she knows she's no Latin from Manhattan. EDITH Lfxcozra Soma BuRs'ruN There once was a student so dumb There was an old teacher in high, Who all day chewed peanuts and gum, Who used the expression, Oh my! The teacher went daft, One day she walked in, And forever aft, Her class gave a grin, The student was made to stay hum. For her glasses were perched on her chin. SAt'L REICHBACH There once was a pretty young lass, Who always was tops in her class, My math is always right, And with all her learning In Latin I don't slip. The toast she keeps burning, My teachers call me bright, The fate of the learned-Alas! The students call me drip. Free from homework, free from books. Conscience clear of teachers' looks, Life is gay and full of fun' The atomic age has just begun. BERTHA GREENBAUB1 f Y Jn' sl ' 1 . 44 X Y A as ' A 1 V 25 1:1