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

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JULIUS CAESAR Through the courtesy of the Radio Guild Company, dramatizations of great literary works are presented over the radio. One of the most outstanding of those already given was 'flulius Caesarf' by VVilliam Shakespeare, who needs no introduction to any of us. The plot is concerned with the supposedly treacherous murder of the great Roman general, Julius Caesar, by his friend and companion-in-arms, Marcus Brutus. Brutus' motive was to save his beloved Rome from what he knew would be a tyrranical reign if Caesar gained the throne. Though the play is entitled Julius Caesarf' the real hero proves to be Marcus Brutus. The actors are capable and competent, thus giving a vivid idea of the story. and creating an interest in such literary masterpieces. R. D.-9 CROWDS I See it massive on the street, Wave on wave, as grows the wheat. Hurrying, scurrying on and on, Coming, going, going. gone. II Out of nowhere they appear, Making haste from far and near, Big and small and fat and lean, The oddest sights are always seen. Rich man, poor man, beggar and thief, Joyous, angry, sad with grief, Mixed expressions on each face, Each one of a different race. III Walking, talking, skipping, tripping, Each at some thought gripping, Seems just like a mighty ocean: Endless, endless is its motion, Will it, shall it, can it end? Nav, its force will never bend, Daily it will grow in strength, And mile on mile will stretch its length. Pmiu. ROSENBI-IRG, A7 BEING SIXTEEN Sixteen brings with it all the evils of a superiority complex. I walk around with a patronizing air and a sarcastic ring in my voice. I condescend to speak to children and I lift my eyebrows in polite surprise. VVith terrific gravity and sever dignity I walk down the block looking neither to left nor right. I wouldn't think of associating with children younger than I am. Ah! but inwardly my mental strife when I see a girl of fifteen skating' on roller skates! I yearn to roll along once more while chewing a long licorice stick. But I dare not give vent to suchi belittling thoughts. I watch the children jump rope and play potsy with a feeling akin to regret. Yet I walk past with a dis- dainful sniff and a toss of my head. Maybe I should be listed under the heading of Complex, yet what can a girl of sixteen do? It really is a case for a psychiatrist. ESTHI-:R IXIARKOWITZ, A5-505 10

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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

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