Eastern District High School - Eastern Senior Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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DeaTh of The Nursery Rhyme By JOSEPH MITCHELL From all my chIIdhood days The Thnng I llce mosT To remember IS The vasT COIIGCTIOH oT nursery rhymes ThaT I pos sessed In boolc Torm Alas' These are now buT Tond memorles oT The pasT Tor The nursery rhyme IS dead I-lowever IT IS noT The acTuaI deaTh oT The IvIoTher Goose saga ThaT IS The mosT paInTul Tor one who loved The nursery rhyme To bear No IT IS noT The TacT ThaT no longer do chIIdren clamor To hear oT PeTer Prper Tom Tom LITTIe IvIIss IvIuTTeT and TheIr cohorTs ThaT brIng Tears oT remorse To my eyes IT IS noT The reaIIzaTIon ThaT no eager grandchIIdren WIII cIusTer excITedIy around me as I had once dreamed cIamorIng To hear of Jack SpraTT PeTer and Mrs Pumplcm EaTer oT LITTIe Jaclc I-Iorner and all The resT IT IS noT The passIng away oT my beloved nursery rhyme IT IS raTher The horrIbIe ghosT ThaT has reTurned To haunT The Tond mem orIes I held Tor The deceased For no ceIesTIaI WlSp IIIC9 sIIenT beIng IS ThIs ghosT BUT a roarlng shrIeIcIng squealung sTampIng specTre raucous loud voIced and ImpeTuous So unIIIce ITS earThIy model sweeT sooThIng comTorTIng and bIIThesome For The ghosT oT my precIous nursery rhyme by some cruel pranlc oT TaTe has reTurned as The Theme oT The swIng band The pass word oT The Goodmans The Shaws The BGSISS The Calloways ad InTInITum I dread To sTep To The radIo and snap on The dIaI I an' aTraId aTraId oT The ghosT oT The nursery rhyme aTraId oT The ThIng I once loved The blare oT The TrumpeT The whme oT The saxaphone The poundIng oT The Trap drums beaTs IncessanTIy conTInuousIy and repeaTedIy upon my poor harassed mInd haunTIng me whenever I hear IT Such IS The burden I musT bear I musT SIT baclc helplessly whule SWIHQSTGFS arrange rearrange mIsarrange and unarrange unTII IT SUITS TheIr own deranged menTaIITIes my nursery rhyme And ever IS my prayer ThaT The TIme WIII come when some honesT Congressman wIII InTroduce and pass a bIII sTaTIng ThaT musIcIans musT Ioolc elsewhere Tor Themes Tor TheIr IcIIIer dIIIers and IeT my nursery rhymes resT In peace I2 , . I I I I I I I I I ' I I ' I - . I - I I ' I I I I I I ' I I I I ' I I . . . . . I I ' . I 1 - I I . . . I I I . . . . u I I I . I - . . . . . - II- . II ' , .

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Five more minuTes elapsed. Would They never hurry, ThoughT Maisie, as she raised her hand- kerchieT To her nose, Tor The odor Trorn The girl in TronT oT her was geTTing sTronger and sTronger. Oops ' The rnan in back oT Maisie had pushed her and Maisie's beloved pineapple cheese Tell on The chlTTon blouse oT The girl in TronT oT her The chubby girl Turned around To give Maisie an argumenT when suddenly The church bells Tolled one oclock Malzie realizing her lunch hour had passed quickly picked up her coaT and ran Mr Higgins her boss would have her IlTe IT she were a minuTe IaTe FasTer and TasTer she walked her breaTh coming n gasps her coaT in one hand The ubiguiTous ham sandwich in The oTher BreaThlessIy Maisie hurried To The oTTice hung up her coaT and inside oT Two minuTes had Tinished The sandwich In TacT she had IusT Tinished her lasT biTe when Tonn The oTIlce boy walked in The swiTchboard began To Tick and Maisie wenT back To her daily rouTine none The less happy Tor her advenTures aT Twelve o clock Yes'7 WhaT is IT7 queried Maisie as she raised her head from The swiTchboard Tom had handed her a noTe I donT know Maisie and walked ouT Maisie opened The noTe and This is whaT she saw My dear Miss O Mallory Due To condiTions over which I have no conTrol I am 'Forced To give you Twe aTTernoon oTT yslgnedy H HIGGINS '1::.r'u..if..iLan lil:-E4-I JE EEE? E K., llgvi? L T sw- F JIIIIWXI 'Ia' ..irs.Ng gf S 5 E ,iq QI WTI T1-gsbmsnj ll I I I I ' I I I I . . , , ' I I I ' I I I I I ' I n I I , . , , . . , , . . . . . . , I I I I ' ' I I ' I I I ' I I . - , ,A . g , ' F rn A , , ,.- I 7 V- 9 -F., I7 V 'V D ' D VOL. A m 'J Ik? VW 'f m,N ' ... , . . f- I Af: , . x ' -.-T-- G 'if1..a,. '11 f- 'u.LLL2.s 1 ,.. I 'I liar: 5 J I-I ' 'lunar' 'Q II 'f Q , , E ' -I '.' I - . ' l kd., .. J' ,.,. M1 h I ii- I:-ulnltfr-gk -' - 5. 'P T 1,-Q-gee-L --::::-'I-: We sm--fs. I' -I' ' I 0- f Ilun- Xlvixv I tg--:ILE spa? N' ,P 5, g-:::'1, Igidg. II -1 Ili g y .V ,1 ,I-VIN. fi g 3 Hllli V244 -3 ffl ,155 'fr .4 T .I L-- . 'E I :fi -EH 31- .n 1.17132 'ft ' 'Qi .- ' ,,,..ni-iii. Q' Iiigfii Ill. i - , el . I I - .II nl - .., g,. , ,.,,.. rw.: L - A ,i- if Ig 3. 'llllri ' , 7 551571 If ' - IE I-iW4fAm f igunp. 1 ' s ,fs , Eff ' 4 lei!! W: 1 H A I A F Tuisk 6' ' -,, ---W if - Y V, A I Tiff-H I. I Q. fi' 'Wg ' i II ZIIII1' ilf fi'i f I MQ, 4 f - 'I I 'I xiii f 4 4 'Q Im I A .Nl 1 I um? I -YQ! . 1 X ,117 ., l v., !,l I., ' 'V 5:35, y 'ix q ,, r I. :E A X 91, I I. 'wx -.- ' II, WITH? .571- - 5 'I ' - f v -- '. 'I . s ' ' 5 I.. I --v f,: :-,wx igfed 'y' I 41' , -- A 1 J .-'slim-:v:'.'Rs , I -'il H i .- ,' , .3 ':'- if:--11' ,' 1 'O' I i,f.f. ' x ', 'g'f?ZfHj 'jZ11T.' 'LV - I '71-fri--vi '1Q:f,g? TEQQEL . ' - ' A ' Q 1-1t::. ' -' 3 -, 21152. 'N- 3 wif' A y E .z::a1::11::. -'

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The Greai' CITy By IRVING TITEL T WAS comIng Everybody could Tee' IT IT came as an earThqualce rumblIng upward Trom The bowels oT The earTh All eyes were Turned Toward The greaT CITY There was The TesTerIng spoT The Tecund soIl Tor new Ideas and old Ideals There The spIrIT oT Marx dead more Than 30 O00 years lIved The sTrongesT The world was waTchIng an experImenT ln The greaT CITY IT was Treely carelessly dIscussed lT was noT a new Idea capITalIsm rnachIne CenTurIes ago a new god had rIsen over mans horizon The ln dusTrIal RevoluTIon CreaT men exTolled IT Labor IS noT naTural IT IS n WI Ing burden PrImITIve man orl4ed In TlTh sl me To Tll sTonnach Now ThIs omnIpoTenT genie has lITTed us Trom The bruTe Work eveI was The Taslc oT slaves greaT will be The day which wIll see The ob lITeraTIon oT ThIs yoke' The Age oT The InTeIlecT noT oT Brawn wIll begIn' Men wIll beauTITy The world' GreaT men damned IT DesTroy The machIne' IT IS The Tool oT The SSVVIllTy' Already The machine IS rPIghTIer Than you already your sTom achs paIn IT some wheel sTops revolving your bodIes are cold IT a swITch reTuses To TuncTIon you are losT IT a currenT IS shorT cIrcuITed' K The machIne' T will desTroy ou The predesTIned course oT capITalIsm evolved lVlOI'1OpOlIGS grew were resTrIcTed a cry oT dIcTaTorshIp' and monopolIes grew agaIn RuThless compeTITIon rapined relaTIvely small concerns Now buT a Tew powers remaIned each conTrolled a vITal need oT The masses ThIs was all To be changed Benson The new InspIred VOICG oT The people arose and cried OuT oT The greedy hands oT The capITal IsTs we shall SGIZ6 The rule oT lITe and gIve IT To you The people' ThIs greaT cITy wIll be The nucleus oT a New EarTh The moTher oT a New Era' We shall Teach The gospel oT The Common Man To all The World' The only panacea IS compleTe conTrol by The people The monopolIes are saTed They are Tew and wealc sTrIl4e now' and we conquer' The capITalIsT knows buT hImselT he cannoT feel The paIn ThaT gnaws aT ennpTy sTomachs buT we can' Only The suTTerers can relieve The suTTerers The people musT TulTIll The wanTs oT The people' Follow us now and The world wIll Tollow soon' And The people Tollowed l-lIs aposTles grew In number and sTrengTh They were called The I3 Q . . - . I ., . I. . 6 un 'll' . ' w ' i , in i , i his capiTalisT and your masTer. You are building Tor desTrucTion, Tor ill ' . or-i - ' - -y .