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

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- TRAFFIC IN CORLEARS Traffic in Corlears is being run very smoothly, I'll admit there is loud talking sometimes, but as a whole it is very well regulated. The traffic officers do their share, by keeping the girls in double file. They see that the students do their part by picking up papers. The street monitors who are appointed to see that all crossing is done at the corners, certainly deserve much credit. Much is done for the safety of the pupils. Under the directions of Miss Smith, traffic is quite a success. I can only say in conclusion, that if each and every girl will cooperate, Corlears will continue to be the foremost school in the city, as far as the regulation of traffic is concerned. MIXRY STRATIS, QBC3 A WINTRY NIGHT I was all alone one wintry night Surrounded by curious things, Old Mr. Moon looked down on me. And all his twinkling children. the stars, Looked like white ghosts in the skv to me. O! how I felt to be out in the night! Such a wintry night! Br-r-r! You too would be frightened like me. Sv1.vIA G0LoMB, RAl ON TO SCHOOL IN THE SNOW I put my coat on, closing it tightly around the neck. I open the door a little to see just how cold it is. I am unpleasantly surprised to see it is snowing. I go back wishing it was the middle of summer. I resolutely say, Don't be foolish. Open the door and rush out. I do that and come running back again, receiving a few unnecessary remarks such as: There she is again, and Don't be silly, go. - I answer: You'd do the same if you had to go out. In a vain attempt I try to button my collar just a wee bit higher, but it won't budge. I resolve not to be silly, I take a deep breath and rush out, slamming the door behind me. I hurry to the sidewalk with my head buried in my collar. I bump into something, and after hearing, Can't you look where you're going, I discover it must have been a person. I exclaim the usual I'm sorry, or Pardon me in a Hustered tone. Never before has school seemed so far away. VVill it never come? And then the welcome corner. I turn it, dash in, again resolving that another time I won't be so silly. SOPHIE SHOLOFSKY, B2 .-..i.,. GRADUATION DAY Everything is jolly and gay. For today is graduation day Rejoicing faces of our classmates, Show that they are graduates. Teachers, books and studies now seem dear, Because the parting with them is so near, It seems like the end but it isnlt so The biggest lesson to learn is into the world to go HaDDY, yet wondering and afraid What for us in store has fate, So let us be happy and joy creating, For today is the day: we are graduating. MIRIAM GETRON, B5 16

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l'L.-XSS OF ,IANIQXRY CORLEARS ,I UNIOR HIGH 15

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A TRAVELOGUE THROUGH PARIS The program prepared by the French Department, December 10, 1931, was a pleasant surprise to all. It consisted of slides showing Paris and its environs- Luxembourg and Versailles. The scenes were beautifully illustrated. The girls, explaining these pictures, made them seem more realistic to us. 1 still recall the picturesque Avenue of Champs Elysies, bordering Concord Square and the Garden of the Tuileries. I had heard of this Avenue, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc of Triumph, Notre Dame, the Louvre, and other places of interest in Paris from our teacher, Miss Diamondvbut now I have been to these places and understand their true beauty and splendor. Have you ever stopped to think of the gorgeous rooms in the palaces of the Kings of France? I have never dreamed of such majestic splendor as shown in the painting, sculpture and tapestries. How skillfully artists have labored to produce such effects! Even fairy palaces can not boast such grandeur. The magnificent pictures of Paris proved indeed, what every Frenchman claims: Paris is the most beautiful city of France, in fact, of the whole world. KTTLDRED KEISHLIAN, 9ACl A SKY HUNTER VVinter comes in sparkling-clear nights, With its breath of space-chilled daws. It sets the sky awandering toward the west And fades a multitude of stars out of sight. II VVhen winter comes with its white robe gleaming Through the gray of sullen, autumn twilight And rides a horse in the sky-held park And hunts the earth with hail and snow and sleet. ANNA PIN KOSOVVITZ, Bl The 7B classes this term are very much interested in a drawing project. VVe are illustrating Longfellow's poem, Hiawatha, in chart form, on which we pasted the figures of Nokimis, Hiawatha, and other Indians, besides birch-bark, streams, clouds, trees, etc. Each student was assigned a particular figure. The chart is panelled, each panel illustrating a particular phase of the narrative poem, in sequence of events. Among the pictures is one of Hiawatha's grandmother, Nokomis, making a head-dress of feathers for Hiawatha. Another scene shows a dense forest in which Indians hunted game. To the delight of the class, one shows Hiawatha sitting in his canoe. Each scene has a background of Heecy clouds sailing across a clear blue sky. Then there is the tent, his home. We are very proud of this project. LENA LEVINE CATHERINE NEUER NTARGRET GOLDENBERG ESTHER XY1TowsKY 7Bl Give to the world the best you have, And the best will come to you. V ' HELEN HESS, B11 T7