Corlears Junior High School - Banner Yearbook (New York, NY)

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APPEARANCE When meeting a person, for the first time, one notices immediately, perhaps more instinctively than purposely, her appearance. One knows that a neat ap- pearance makes an excellent impression, It is the girl who is careful to dress daintily, who keeps her clothes neat and clean, who never over-dresses and who looks natural that will attract people. Arrange your hair becomingly. Do not go in for every fad and fancy of the beauty parlor. Then you will have an advantage over girls who are swayed by every breath of fashion. I offer a sincere word of advice to the graduates who are going forth to a new life and to new friends. A neat, and natural appearance is a deciding factor towards success in any walk of life. NIARTHA NVEINBERG. MUSIC Like a bud on the wing flighty, lofty and tlect, The voice of the lark as it sings, Mysterious, mellow and sweet, Soft, as water rippling 011 and on, Clear as the tinkle of a bell, Graceful, the carriage of the swan, Enthralling, the sound I love so well, NVhat is this charm that casts its hopeful spell? The song of the seraphs on the breath of a breeze, Alas! poor mortal can never tell, The Charm of ethereal songs such as these. MARION STARKE, B11 A NEW TEXT BOOK IN THE BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Akll classes in the Business Department are rejoicing over a new text book entitled General Business Sciencef' It is being used in the Civics classes and is creating a greater interest in that subject. The book is published in two parts by The Gregg Publishing Company. Part One is being used in the A classes, and Part Two in the B classes. Its authors are Lloyd L. Jones and Lloyd Bertschi. This book is most readable. lt gives much valuable business knowledge in an attractive way. As its title indicates, it gives a general knowledge of business which will serve as a background for further study in the held of other business subjects. There are many illustrations and graphs which give information in an inter- esting and impressive way. It has started us thinking in a serious manner about the world of business and our future in it. Vile A girls are certainly enjoying Part One of General Business Sciencen and are looking forward to Part Two for next term. General Business Science seems to mean much more to us than Civics ever did. A HANNAH ROSENFELD, A4 8

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CORLEARS Corlearsl A name known throughout the East Side. A power that has turned thousands of young students into successful business women. Corlearsl Its wonderful teaching and supervision has encouraged each graduate to go for- ward well equipped into the business world. Girls from far and near attend this school to be taught the ways of office and mart. Courtesy, neatness, refinement and punctuality are incorporated in subjects taught at Corlears. FRANCES REBOLD, B1 1-511 SMELLS Oh, there is nothing that I love so well As the fragrant odor of a smell, The smell of coffee just turned brown, The perfume of a scented gown, The smell of roses, fresh and sweet, The smell of peanuts on the street. I love the smell of bakery loaves, The fragrant sce11t of orange groves, The smell of water on the shore, The woodsy odor of sycamore, Oh, there is nothing that I love so well As the fragrant odor of a smell. LILLIAN BERMAN, A3 LINDBERGH I O, young flying Lindbergh came out of the XVest: Through all the wide world his plane was the best, But, save for his cat, friends he had none, He rode unafraid, and he rode all alone- He stayed not for rain and he stopped not for storm, He crossed the Atlantic, and arrived there at dawn. II So boldly he entered the Parisian Hallg Among comrades, ambassadors, gay friends and all. He won his great fame-this brave young lad: By doing the thing that men thought mad. III All Paris went wild over the deed that he did. He came back to America for a bride he did bid: An ambassadc-r's daughter, she turned out to be, Now they are married, his air-mate is she. HELEN RUBIN, A9 TYPING Type, type, typing away, Some think it toil. but I think it play, Keeping in time. Always in rhyme, Speedy and accurate, that's a good sign. I-I1LnA SCHULMAN, B11 7

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A WINTER MORNING IN NEW YORK The darkness vanished. The marks of day showed themselves in the sky. The sky became lighter and lighter. The red sun in the east was shining like a glowing globe of fire. But it did not shine long. Little by little, the sun went behind the clouds and hid itself in them. Only light blue clouds covered the sky now. The great New York city woke to life-the people and with them their work -their existence. Thousands of people warmly dressed were running to the cars, elevators and subways. They hurried to get to work in time. All stores, fac- tories, offices, schools and market places were opened, and began to be active. Children were eagerly running to school. For old and young another day was begun. ANNA MENTLIK, Al OUR LIVES The saga of life is a mystery, When one must face the drudgery, There comes a time to each of our souls, When we all try to reach our destined goals. So let us try to forget our sadness, And always think of that word Gladness, Let us go cn our woy, Being at all times happy and gay. ESTHER KIEYER, B2 A DAY IN THE WOODS One day, my friends and I woke up at a very early hour in order to take a walk and later have lunch in the woods. It was a beautiful morning, with a sky of a majestic blue above us. Even the birds seemed to appreciate this lovely day, Never had their notes sounded sweeter nor their songs more beautiful. Our path was strewn with beautiful wild flowers in an assorted array of colors. Before long, the beautiful sky grew dark and great black clouds loomed above. NVe at once decided to seek shelter from the oncoming storm. VVe walked a little farther and soon came upon an old hut. The hut was built of wood that had long since started to rot and it looked as though the slightest gust of wind could blow it away. The windows were all broken, and the plot, in which many beautiful flowers must have once grown, was full of weeds. Great trees in the background cast large, dark, menacing shadows over the hut. As this was our only means of shelter from the storm, we entered the hut, Whose door the wind had blown ajar. The Floor was thick with dust and strewn with papers, with which the wind, coming through the broken windows was playing havoc. The house boasted of but three old chairs which were sadly in need of repairs. lVe remained here for a while but, not without a little fear as the wind made furious noises as it blew through the trees, sending the leaves flying hither and yon. VVhen the storm had abided we went home, but not without casting many backward looks at the cheerless old hut that had proven to be such a great friend in the storm. ' ESTELLE EINHORN, B2 9