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

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THAT URGE, AGAIN ! Affer weafhering many monfhs of careful deliberafion, endless fempfafions on fhe program commiffee, and assorfed bi+s of bribery, flaffery, and fhreafs from various English feachers, I found myself programmed for English 65C. Faced wifh fhis realiza- fion I fried fo cheer myself wifh fhoughfs of Mr. Marshall, who was reporfed fo have said, People who fhink fhey're Edna Sf. Vincenf Millay or Carl Sandburg oughf fo know fhe difference. This afforded me Iiffle comforf, as I'd enioyed fhinking I was Carl Sandburg-I was even IeHing my bangs grow down over my eyes fo carry ouf fhis brillianf self-decepfion. Finally, C-Day arrived. I dragged my relucfanf Iiffle size nine's fo I77 and plopped my books on fhe desk nearesf fhe door. Doing so, I overheard a blond girl asking Joel Eyre if he was relafed fo Jane Iof fhe same name.I I sfumbled fhrough fhe screeching mob foward fhe desk, fhinking, If fhese be infellecfuals, Ief us make fhe mosf of fhemI II have always been foleranf foward minorify groups.I I was diverfed from my course, however, by Laura and Alice. who dragged me in fhe direcfion of fhe Iasf row wifh elafed cries of how simply grand fhaf I had de- cided fo fake if and how simply wonderful fhaf I was going fo sif wifh fhem. Affer having been broughf my books by special messenger and anchored fo my seaf by Laura, who was engaging me in conversafion on whaf fun if was going fo be, I resigned myself fo my fafe. I was mercifully rescued from Laura's well meaning harangue by fhe enfrance of Mr. Marshall. He enfered scrafching fhe fop of his sparsely fhafched head wifh his horn rimmed glasses, and holding his Delaney book fo his side wifh his righf elbow, while he clufched fhe bridge of his nose wifh his righf fhumb and forefinger. Doesn'f he look infeIIigenf? Laura whispered Ioudiy as she iabbed me in fhe ribs wifh her pencil. I Ie's so cuI'e! I, personally, felf fhaf he could have done wifh some sleep, or a shof of adrenalin. Oh, yes! I answered complacenfly. Thus pacified, Laura refurned her affenfion and her glance fo Mr. Marshall, sighing noisily as she did so.

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ANCHOR STAFF Rochelle Beigel Joan De Vergiles Janice AIH:esI' Lisbe+h Birdseye Joel Ehre Paul Kaufman MiIIicen+ Sanchez Jack Schwarfz Myrna Gorfain Rhoda Hafner Leonard Koenig LIesIy Ci+ron EDITORIAL BOARD Eve Serenson LITERARY STAFF ART STAFF Melvin Wacks BUSINESS STAFF Marion Fox Ernie Herman Laura Seidner Edward Soricen Suzanne Surkes EiIeen SvigaIs Melvin Wacks Es'II'1er Weissenberg Caroi MirsIcy Louise SaIva+ore Irene SeaIe E+heI MoIiver FACULTY ADVISERS LiI'erary , Ari' .. , PhoI'o Business I .. Senior Coordina'Ior uMr. Sidney MandeII Mrs. Fanny K. Casher . ,.Mrs. Mar'rha Gangel . ,.Mr. Irving Lieberman Mr. Rubin Cohen Cover Design by Irene Seale

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Mr. Marshall sal' down af fhe desk, resfed his face on his hand and mumbled Bring up your regisfrafion cards one row adduh fime, please! Such indifference-you can see he's an idealisf, Laura murmured ecsfafically. Mr. Marshall, affer having survived fhe ordeal of sfamping our regisfrafion cards and asking fo no avail whefher we'd wriffen anyfhing during fhe summer, gave ouf sheefs of lined yellow paper wifh red margins. These were fo inspire us. We were fo wrife down our sponfaneous sensory responses fo all aspecfs of fhe piece of paper. Mr. Marshall proceeded fo ask sfudenfs for fheir responses. He firsf called on Joel's Bronfe fan. She walked fo fhe fronf of fhe room and reeled off her immedia+e responses. The lines are blue, blue-wafer, wafer-swim, swim-English Channel: English Channel-Queen Elizabefh. Wifhin fen seconds Miss Bronfe had faken us clear fhrough fhe Roman Empire up fo fhe conquering of Gaul, as Mr. Marshall furned various shades of green, The never had been a very good fravellerl. Somewhere abouf fhe middle of fhe period, John gof up and fold abouf his reacfion fo fhe poor yellow sheef. In his defailed analysis he quofed Goefhe. A+ fhis, Joel leaped fo his feef and screamed, Ou+rageous! He's plagiarizing Hemingway. Mr. Marshall, lwho was now sfanding af fhe window, fhe shade cord wrapped around his leff wrisfl shook his head vigorously, and correcfed Joel. ln fhis class we never say 'he'. You're speaking fo John. Joel collapsed fo his seaf once more, a beafen, buf much wiser man. As fhe period progressed fhere were a few more oufbursfs from Miss Bronfe who looked up from her Trig homework long enough fo arouse her infellecfual curiosify. She offered such nofeworfhy inferrogafions as, Why is 'rhaf man hanging onfo fhe window shade? Do you believe in Napoleon? and Whaf ever did hap- pen fo Judge Crafer? Laura gave squeals of glee whenever Mr. Marshall came ouf of his france long enough fo call on Jack for recifafiong Jack always profesfing, l wasn'f raising my hand-iusf scrafching my head! This also amused Sandi who could fhen fry ouf her mosf recenf lesson in Thirfy Days To A More Powerful Horse-laugh. The girls in fhe cenfer row were geffing sfiff necks frying fo look over Marilyn's shoulder as she read True Confessions. She had gained permission fo do so because she held firmly fo her convicfion fhaf if helps feen-agers wifh fheir problems. Richard was keeping himself busy looking up fhe word pofenfial in fhe dic- fionary. Jusf as Joel was abouf fo iusfify his sfafemenf fhaf James Jones' Privafe Bloom had been sfolen from The Sun Also Rises, fhe bell rang. Mr. Marshall was faken by surprise, and in fhis confusion losf his baffle wifh fhe window shade. As l bode him Good Affernoon, he looked like fhe perfecf mafe for Liber+y Enlighfening The World , wifh his leff arm held high in fhe air, lfhe shade had snapped up quife a bifl, and his righf hand desperafely clufching his Delaney book fo his chesf. I eagerly anficipafed our nexf lesson in Creafive Wrifing. . Rochelle Beigel AIN'T IT THE TRUTH Those who work Gel' done, Buf fhose who shirk Have fun. Ernie Herman