East New York Junior High School - Red and White Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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BASEBALL NIGHTMARE Here's a riddle and solve iT you can. IT you're a real baseball Tan. SchmiTz warming up wiTh Campanella? WhaT can be wrong wiTh ThaT Chicago Tella? Musial Throwing To gallopping Gil Hodges? ST. Louis cooperaTing wiTh our own Dodgers? Dom Di Maggio Throwing To broTher Joe? Aren'T They alwa s each oTher's Toe? Heinrich and Williams boTh on one Team? Am I going mad, or is This a dream? Are The Two big leagues going crazy? Can you guess The answer or are you sTilI hazy? QWQQ J9+S'IIV CharIoTTe RoTh, 9Th Yr TO A TEACHER To one who has wiThin me inspired The ThirsT Tor knowledge, WhaT has TaughT me ThaT work well done is iTs own reward: The richness of learning she has To me revealed. And The vasTness of iTs uncounTed Treasures: Who has a measure oT seIT-conTroI TaughT To me. Of doing one's duTy Tor duTy's sake and Then having ThaT duTy Turn inTo pleasure. To one who has oT herself Given unsTinTingIy. To kindle The Tire oT Iearning's Desire in some young hearT. Who has IeTT The boundaries Of an exceIlenT Teacher, To becomes an inspired guide: In IaTer years wherever FaTe may send me. The wisdom and characTer you TaughT will be wiTh me always. ' Elaine Panzer, 9Th Yr THE FRENCH TESTS I had a dream The oTher nighT, Thai' all my French TesTs I goT righT, And noT one failure did I geT, Anyway noT iusi' yeT7 Un, deux, Trois. The numbers I knew: Oui, non. ou, yes, Those I goT Too: I speak French-- Je parle Trancais, Boniour. monsieur. meanT Good day. Sir. Now IeT me see, anyThing more? My brain was numb. my hand was sore: , AccenTs. accenTs! cried The maiTresse, BUT all Too laTe To my disTress: IT was Then ThaT I sTopped, and wondered awhile ---- Don'T you Think Spanish is more my sTyIe? Phyllis Silverman. 9Th Yr

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oliaaf anal jaafamenf I see by The calendar GraduaTion Day is drawing near, And The day we dreamed of aT lasT is almosT here: Our lasT will and TesTamenT we now have To wriTe. PuT down our parTing wishes beTore They Take TlighT: We leave paTience To Mrs. Tomlinson so ThaT she can sTill pound lnTo her pupils senTences simple, complex, and compound: Thanks To Miss Scarinzi and Miss Bromberg, Tor help in French and Spanish: ' ' GraTiTude To Miss Wood who made our Tears Tor The unknown in algebra vanish: To Mr. Lensman who in science so well has TaughT us: To Mr. Cooper who in Social STudies prodded and ToughT us: To Mr. Herselle who has undersTood us much beTTer Than we ThoughT, Very humbly we leave our Thanks Tor The miracles They have wroughT: We leave relief Tor each harassed Teacher wiTh ThoughTs oT suicide. Peace and quieT To Those whom we have exasperaTed To The poinT oT homicide: To The new ninTh grade our school's hallowed TradiTion. We leave Them To Treasure and enrich wiTh Their ambiTion: To dear old I49 we leave a pra er and a song l-ler memories we'll Treasure Tor llong, Tor long. y Elaine Panzer. 9Th Yr. THE SEASONS WinTer See The ice, so pure and clear, The ice ThaT came buT once This year, A beauTiTul sighT, iT is To behold Snowy WinTer, shining and cold. Spring AnoTher season The year does bring, ThaT is The merry season of Spring PasTel colors everywhere, And sweeT Spring scenTs To TTll The air. Summer ln Summer, days are brighT and clear, Truly The TinesT Time of The year, '1' VacaTions aT counTryside or sea. For boys and girls iT'sIiren weeks Tree. Fa The leaves. a blend oT colors briqhT. ThaT Tall ThroughouT The day and nighT, To wrap Themselves in The earTh so warm, Before WinTer arrives wiTh cold and sTorm. Sheila RosenblaTT, 9Th Yr.

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SLAUGHTER ON TENTH AVENUE The Bull pulled his collar lighlly around his neck. The slrains of hol iazz coming from an open window walled lhrough lhe Aulumn air. Overhead, bleak gray skies were ominous. Bull drilled along concen- lraling on lhe viclory lo come. l-le lell lor his revolver in his breasl pockel. Tenlh Ave. was alive and lense. His mission had lo be compleled and he slrode wilh a dealhless zeal. Suddenly, a black sedan side-swiped lhe ,,.iss,.,iV Bull as he crossed lhe crowded guller. l-le O O E slopped lor a gasp ol air and grimly con- ' S Q ,r 'dxf-in lmued on his way. ZZ There was lhe lainl rumble ol lhunder above C531 ' ' T3 and a shol rang oul. The macabre and gro- C Q Q lesque scene had begun. 'X -M75 'E The Bull ripped lhe rod oul ol his - . D breasl pockel and lired lour quick blasls across if Dc: -. lhe slreel. The blue sleel ol 44-calibers glinled ' , as Y' as lhey sparked. Lelhal lead llashed back and lorlh. The Bull's gun spil once more and lhe Ape was all lhroughl l-le had won! Then. breaking lhe momenlary silence. a cry was heard, Tommy. come home for supper and slop playing cops and robbers. ' Michael Fine. 9lh Yr. THE WHODUNIT ln my opinion all deleclive slories are alike. The never-changing plol porlrays lhe criminal who commils whal he lhinks is lhe perlecl crime. only lo make an error and gel caughl al lhe end. This seems boring and does nol in any way sound as if il could do any parlicular harm. I'm nol so sure aboul lhal. Who reads lhese Whodunils? There are lwo lypes ol readers. Firsl. lhe respeclable person wilh lhe sane. heallhy mind, who can read lhese slories and lel lhem pass lighlly oll his back wilhoul lhe slighlesl allerlhoughl. Then, lhere is lhe person in whom lhese books can produce a number ol radical ideas which lo him seem perleclly llawless. Aller reading lhis slory ol lhe nol-so-perlecl crime lhis reader decides lo commil lhe sensalional crime iusl lo salisly his own sensilive ego. Ol course, lhe police calch him, bul whal good can lhal possibly do lhe viclim or anyone else once lhe crime has been commilled? l admil lhal lhere are many people belonging lo lhe lirsl group lhan lo lhe second. bul l slill believe lhal crime slories, movies. radio and lelevision programs may do harm. Marilyn Bloom, 9lh Yr.