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

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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

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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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CHRISTMAS WITHOUT SNOW Curious, how habit holds you in its silken chains, And time emplants pictures in your brains And makes you vaguely realize That things are not quite right, When you see the ground bare of snow, On that joyous Christmas night. So, you look about you and wonder, And don't know just what is wrong, But something is missing from the picture Something that seems to belong. So once more you look about you- At the gaily mysterious bundles at your right, To the brightly shining tree That gleams like a star in the night, To the richly covered table Stuffed with goodies and sweets galore. to the merry laughing people, And the holly on the door. Then, driven by an impulse To the window you quickly go, And gazing upon the starry night. Say, in astonishment Whatl No snow? JEANNETTE BIEDDER, B6 FAREWELL Farewell to Corlears The school I loved so well Where I spent the happy hours, Of which I love to tell. And now I have to leave you To go on to my career. I'll always have in memory The school that was so dear. I have to say farewell once more To Teachers, guides, and Friends. I really did enjoy the terms, But now such pleasure ends. CELIA LEMBERG, SBI JUST SMILE When things go wrong And you feel quite blueg There's just one thing For you to dog Just Smile! Just Smile! When the morrow seems Full of worry and careg And you've a burden, Alone, to bear, Just Smile! Just Smile! When disappointment Has come your way: Keep up your spirit And try to sayg Just Smile! Just Smile! SYLVIA STEIN, AI3 BROODING! ! The stars are shining high above And the sea below is calm The hour is just the time for love And lovers walk arm in arm. The silent whispers of the breeze The sweet essence of the pine Emerging from the stately trees Goes to my head like wine. And yet I feel within my heart A vague unreasoning fear For time passes on with never a rest And each year follows year. And some time in the future day When I am old and weary I know that I'll be called away From all I love so dearly. FANNIE GARBER, B2 A BIT OF GREEN Brown. brown buildings, Cold, bleak and bare, Ugly in the morning light Hiding in the shadows their ugly sight. Oh! For a bit of green. Gray' gray forms, . Shivering, huddling together for a bit of warmth, Scurrying, hurrying to their daily work. Fearing for their bread, knowing they must not shirk, Oh! For a bit of green. White, white snow, Dazzling and blinding in its glitter, Freezing the soul and making it bitter. Piled in high stacks, Forbidding to human tracks, Oh! For a bit of green. Gold, golden sun Brightening the world, Driving darkness to cover, Lightening the hearts of weary souls Giving added incentives to their goals. Ferreting out that little box, On that tiny window-sill, Glossing daily, with a bit of sheen, That glad welcome bit of green. JEANNETTE BIEDDER, B6 FATE VVhat does fate hold in store for me Oh! if I could only knowg What does she say my lot will be Is it a career, Happiness, or a life of Woe. Here I am, studying to ease my Traverse Along life's rocky path Will it help for better or worse Will life leave on me its dreaded scourge. Who Knows? FRIEDA KAN NATT, B2