DeWitt Clinton High School - Clintonian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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PUBLICATIONS Sing Qut The News Vxfnen ttie IDeII ended tI1e period Ile went downstairs to the HNevvsH Qiitice. It was Iate in the morning and tI'1e proofs of tI1e Iast stories Iiad just Come up from tI1e printer. I-Ie sIumped down into one of the seats and started to read and Correct ttie stieets .... . . . ltys boring to read proof . . . fput a capital f in Iunior, a comma after clog Because clog is the tniral in a series, clraw wavy lines that go to nowliere, jumtnlecl lines to tlie ink-smeared margins to snow tlie printer tlmat liis macliine spiitecl leacl into ine wrong liole, that the teaclieris name is spelt ue and not euj . . . and it,s cleaclening to near the low rasping of Uoices arouncl you, like water clrooling clown a clogged pipe . . , Hfincleni three spaces, new line, Capital U, close quotes, liyplien, capital T, open quotes, comma, clasli, comma, Capital F He IooIced up from the sheet in Iiis Iiandsg in one corner of tI1e room tI'1e Five graduating members of time Managing Board were I1uddIed around a pIan of Page Qneg Dick Cohen, tI'1e smaII, impetuous Editor-in-Chief, Irv Fartnman, ttie IaugI1ing, eIaony-Iiaired Sports Editor, I'Iovvard IaudIoW, tIr1e quiet, con- servative Annex Page Editorg Jerry EIswit, tIae gangIing, eye-gIassed I-IeadIines Editor: and Don IaeigI1t, tI1e diIigent, moderate Tryout instructor . . .

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But here I am, now. XV hy dig into the pastp This is it: the tast term, the eighth, my spear at that success which 1 want. Churning, hard, honest, work .... Back in stride .... The Senior Presidency: ditigentty campaigning. . . . Speaking hefore the funn-packed auditorium. . . Hushing, stirring them with the clean power of my voice .... Then the night hefore etection: tying awake in hed, tuming hetween the sheets, hoping, dreaming, praying for the icirst triumph .... T hat morning, the hattots marked, wondering, as they slapped CURRENT me on the hack and wished me tuck .... Luck: it is no tuck, no tate, it means HISTORY more to me than a Wise-crack, it is honest, clear, heart and sout .... CLUB But no: you tose, you take it on the chin, you feet hitter, even hating those Y around you, the very people who have worked and laughed with you for tour fun years. But as you hrood and medi- tate in a selfish silence, you took up, over the head of I, I, I: you know then how minute, how hhnd you have heen. From the hooming recesses of the radio. the tawdry type of the evening news- paper, and the mechanical htactvand- white Hash of the newsreet, you see and feet and hear your world heing sptit open, you Icnow the terror and fright that has struck mittions of hu- mans, the inerasahte gash that has heen tired into their hopeless souls. It thunders into the hidden grey cens in your head: the rape of Czechoslova- kia: the htue-harrened cannon that Haunt their stuhhed, death-tongued snouts, and hury mithons of Chinese under tons of Hood and steet, horror magnetizing them to opium, and shen- shoclced imhecitity: Spain ripped and gutted: you can hear this incessant. automatic heart-heat of countries and humanity as they spin around the sun. ELOCUTION Yet I can feet my own, individual progress, stowty creeping . . . Senior SQUAD Committees . . . Class Night . . . Prom . . . Etected a Senior Personality . . . wanting intensely to have them printed. to make them five and hum, to chisel this story Hack and clear into the walls of Clinton: ci living record that rnriy assimilate into the Past hut will nerfer die.

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They were trying to squeeze, to juice a story and make a headline. fr-Phe words have to he like putty, so that you can pun them and push them and maize them fit the cotumnsg the General Qrganization stands for nineteen spaces and Doon Guernsey for fourteend But they coutdn,t pick the dignified words that were to head the dignified story. Then somehody started to speak ahout the days when the HNewsU hadnt heen connected with the G.Q., when the headlines were stangy and partiatg and the others rememhered the times even further hack . . . NV hen he was through reading he went into the ottice of the faculty adviser, Mr. Raphael Phitipson, to get cartare to go down to the printer . . . When you go to the printer you don,t leave there untit nightg and your hands are htactc with ink and your eyes' red from the continuous reading. When you,re through at night, when the First proof has rotted out of the press, you put on your clothes and go home with the other fellows. You,re a httie thankful that everything has turned out an right, that there are no mistakes: hut you,re too tired and hungry to laugh or he happy. The next day the statt- men pore over the paper for mistatcesg the students skim over it hurriedly and then throw it away. You sit down with the editor-in-chief and start woric on the next issue . . . ARISTA