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

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E W? HELEN I-sfmc.soN 0 V QUEEN - TEMPORARILY Have you ever lell lhal no one cared aboul you? Thal you were lower lhan lhe belly ol a worm? Thal you were abused, neglecled, and complelely alone? I have a simple solulion lo relieve your hearlache. Gel sick. There are many roads lo leigned illness. I employ lhis one. I come home com- plaining ol leeling cold and lired. My molher, very concerned, sends me lo bed lo lake a nap. On awaking, I groan loudly. Molher rushes in, alarmed. I explain lhal my head, limbs, and slomach are aching. Molher louches my head and hurriedly jumps lor lhe lhermomeler. She hands il lo me and aller wailing lhe usual 'lhree minules, examines il and lhen dashes lo lhe phone. She is loo exciled lo read il properly, anyway. From my bed, I hear my molher lell his nurse lo have lhe doclor call al lhe house as soon as possible. Molher lhen relurns lo lry lo make me com- lorlable unlil lhe arrival ol lhe lailhlul 'family physician. When lhe doclor arrives, he surveys me gravely. I am given a complele exam- inalion from head lo loe. I-le explains in highly lechnical lerms lhal I have mel and been delealed by some germ or olher. Aller all, he has lo make a living, loo. Now in order lo gel lhe longed-lor allenlion, pily musl enler lhe piclure. The doclor helps lhe silualion by adminislering an inieclion big enough lo cure a horse. He lhen deparls leaving my molher gazing al me as if I were dying. I deliberalely reluse lood. This convinces molher lhoroughly. Wilh her pily salely secured, l am sure lo gel lhal of my lalher and sisler. I now slarl making my demands. I send my sisler lo lhe library wilh a requesl lor so many books lhal il will lake her al Ieasl lwo lrips lo bring lhem all home. I look al my lalher and ask lor lhe parly dress lhal is beyond my budgel. Mom is kepl busy lempling my appelile wilh my lavorile desserls and buying records lo diverl me. As lhe days wear on and il appears I am recuperaling, my lamily realizes lhal l'm nol on lhe crilical lisl and lhal I'lI be around lor a while. Things are relurning lo lheir normal pallern. Then lhe lalelul day arrives,-I am back on my leel again and on my way lo school. The pampering doesn'l slop all ol once. My lamily keeps inquiring sympalhelic- ally aboul my heallh for a lew days. How do you feel, dear? Does anylhing hurl you darling? Soon lhis loo disappears. Somelime laler, l begin lo feel uneasy. Then o lhoughl slrikes me. Could I have lell abused and neglecled because I was really ill? Nina Berlnd

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I 'lqx v 5, mfg ' N., as X I I ? 4 . V L iv T li ' T .ia ' x. . I NI 'T-N. I ' - . 1:41 02511155 - 5- 2-va-spy, 154. o 'wx ii . vm 1? Q by 6 P 'Q' ' E P fi o H f x DON'T CRY FOR ME POSCHERT Why musT every English Teacher geT acquainTed wiTh all oT his new sTudenTs by invariably asking his class To wriTe WhaT I WanT OuT of LiTe 7 AIThough This Topic has been used Time aTTer Time, The English Teacher seems To consider iT The producT of his own genius. He is sure ThaT he has discovered an original way To probe inTo The innermosT recesses oT The adolesce-nT mind. OT course The sTudenTs all begin Their Themes wiTh an originaI!' opening sen- Tence,- WhaT I wanT ouT oT life is . . . and proceed wiTh This masTepriece along redicTable and compIeTeIy sTereoTyped lines. The IiTTIe quieT sTuoIenT whose name begins wiTh Z and who always siTs TarThesT Tram The blackboard aIThough he can'T see Two TeeT ahead oT him, wanTs happiness. The world is hard and unTeeIing, he'll wriTe, and There'II be sTains on The paper Trom his Tears. The big husky boy in The TronT, The popular one who always wears a sweaTshirT, and dungarees, and sTruTs in TronT of The girls like a young roosTer, will reveal ThaT he is really shy and all he wanTs ouT oT IiTe is undersTanding. The well-dressed girl wiTh The cold gleam in her eyes will hesiTanTly wriTe MONEY, buT will Then cross iT ouT and explain ThaT all she wanTs is peace in The world. This oT course is designed To make everybody happier and The Teacher loves her. I suppose each English Teacher secreTIy wanTs To be a psychoanaIysT or perhaps gaTher enough maTerial To wriTe an arTicIe enTiTIed The AdoIescenT oT Today. I, oT course, am noT To be Taken in by all This nonsense. I always hand in The TirsT chap- Ter of Lillian RoTh's I'II Cry Tomorrow. As a resuIT, my English Teacher invariably wriTes poor Thing on my masTerpiece, and Tor The resT oT The Term I have a wonder- Tul Time being guided back To normal living! Eleanor Timm

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FORBIDDEN Joe awoke fhaf morning wifh a fense feeling. His head ached from fhe excife- menf of fhe day before. Remembering whaf lay before him, he gof up immediafely, dressed, and hurried down fhe sfairs. Taking one breakfasf pill, he quickly furned down fhe hall fo fhe door marked SCHOOL, Once inside, he furned fhe knob marked Teacher on fhe Televac. The machine hummed for a few seconds and fhen sfarfed fo feach reading, displaying several billboards on ifs screen. Joe eyed fhem wifh disgusf. Af one fime, Joe could nof undersfand why he had fo learn fhe dying arf of reading buf now somefhing had happened. He had made a discovery. He was glad his parenfs had insisfecl on his learning fo read. Since adverfisemenfs were fhe only wriffen maferial exfanf, fhey were used for feaching. AII ofher Iiferafure had been desfroyed affer fhe passage of fhe Liferafure Prohibifion Amendmenf. AII fhis had happened when Joe was a very young child. The new laws making harboring a book punishable by low were sfricfly enforced. Ever since fhe psychol- ogisfs had launched fheir new educafional program fo relieve fhe enormous problems of fhe early fwenfiefh cenfury, fhe mass producfion of robof feachers had confinued sfeadily. Joe waifed pafienfly in fronf of fhe Televac during fhe brief pause fhaf 'followed fhe subsiding of clicks, buzzes and muffled grinding sounds fhaf were emiffed from fhe mechanical feacher. He placed his recorded homework info fhe slof af fhe Ieff of fhe speaker. Hurriedly, he glanced around and fhen ran 'ro fhe window. Wifh fhe press of a buffon, if opened and he hopped ouf info fhe meadow fhaf surrounded fhe sfudenfs' revolving home. Affer fwenfy minufes of running, he excifedly came upon fhe place, a group of small birches, and fhe large oak fo fhe righf. He knelf down befween ifs roofs and began fo dig furiously wifh his hands. Finally, affer a few minufes which blisfered each palm, he saw if. He gof up sfiffly and fip-foed around frying hard fo look be- yond fhe surrounding frees. He fhen paused, froze in his fracks, and Iisfened, buf heard only his sfrained breafhing and fhe heavy fhumping of his hearf. He wiped his forehead on his shirf sleeve, shook fhe dirf from his hands and knelf down reaching info fhe hole wifh greaf precision fo remove fhe prized confenfs. He brushed fhe dirf carefully from if and saf down againsf fhe large free. As he held if in his frem- bling hands, fhe fhoughf of fhe consequences fhaf mighf follow if he were discovered ran fhrough his mind buf he quickly brushed fhem aside and proceeded fo open fhe newly acquired freasure. Sfraining his eyes fo fhe unaccusfomed prinf, he brushed aside fhe dirf from fhe firsf page and began fo read, If was fhe besf of fimes, if was fhe worsf of fimes, if was fhe age of wisdom, if was Ihe age of foolishness .... O SENIOR! DEAR SENIOR! O Senior! Dear Senior! our high school days are done, We've passed fhe regenfsg our diplomas now are won, College is near, fhere's work I fear, buf graduafes are exulfing Eyes follow fhe grand march, fhe parenfs proud and sfaringg Sal Milo f 1 f'9 A 'I Buf O Senior! Senior! Senior! AII fhose failing marks in red, And in fhe school a Senior lies Flunked English and Healfh Ed! O Senior! Dear Senior! rise up and hear fhe bellsg Rise up--for if's blue Ieffer day-wifh cosfumes and all frills, For your pinned up hair fhe senior hafs-for you fhe alcoves Before you, fall fhe freshmen class, fheir eager faces burning, Buf O Senior! Senior! Senior! Do nof a fear drop shed! If's only a dream you failed, oh heck, There's ferm nine fo look ahead. I Buf Dear Senior is mosf sad righf nowg he did nof fill fhe bill, ' I All his fooling did him harm, requiremenfs he did nof fulfill, He fhoughf he was bofh safe and sound, high school closed and done By creafing unrealify, Img fhoulggif hislobiecf won: BufO Senior! enior. enior. The frufh we face wifh dreaq For in fhe school clear senior ies, 3 Q One more ferm fhese halls fo fread. Sum Wendy Freedman I 'II' ' EXC jx I' '