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

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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 .

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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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l.uberaTors The luberaTors oT The people lvlan raused hus head Trom hus mechanucal exusTence and eagerly followed Thug new hope I-lere was a purpose un luTe a reason Tor Iuvung someThung To sTruve Tor ThaT us whaT They wanTed and needed someThung To sTruve Tor Yes worls had been greaTly reduced buT alas unTellugence had noT uncreased ThaT was Too dangerous Tor The capuTalusT l.uTe had become a vaun and hollow nughTmare uT was vuvudly expressed un Taces A laxedness a chuldush umpoTency doculury l-le had come To haTe The machune hus creaTuon The hughways were wudened Why7 To make more room Tor The machune Brudges were buulT over Them Why7 so should noT unTerTere wuTh The machunes course You walk cross There donT walk here you go so Tar you wallc Thus eaT Thus Tume you eaT Thus long you sleep Thus Tume you ong l-hs mauesTy The lvlachune' l-Tow he haTed uT yeT e They sTrucl4 swuTTly AT a cerTaun hour precusely The people were prepared The greaT cuTy was blanlceTed Trom ThaT nnan here you way you sleep Thus uT was hus machunes The ouT sude and The world held uTs breaTh WuTh meTuculous care Fallcson Quran Wushenheumer BaTes and ofher TauThTul Tollowers oT Benson rouTed ouT The powers The governmenTal bodues were guueTly puT asude and un less Than TwenTy Tour hours uT was all over a compleTe success ThaT nughT all cluclced on Theur Televusuons and Benson spoke People oT The Worldl Jove has loosed T-lus lughTnungs un The greaT cuTy l-le has sTruclc aT corrupTuon aT decadence and sTruclc True' The capuTalusT us husTory he us no more The machune us agaun our servanT We enTer now upon a hereToTore unrealuzed udeal Lub erTy EgualuTy l:raTernuTy l-Tow sweeT have These words rung un The ears oT pasT l.uberaTorsl and now uT us herel aT lasT People oT The greaT cuTy The sTruggle has buT begun We musT scaTTer our seeds ThroughouT The world We musT esTablush a model Tor all To Tollowl T wull relaTe my plans nay' our plansl RegularuTy and order musT be resTored The machunes musT be run agaun Fallcson a True repre senTaTuve oT The people wull be un conTrol oT Toods Curan oT cloThung Wushenheumeu oT poluTucal relaTuons BaTes oT I4 I . . I . ' . : . . ITT . sTopped: all power ceased, yeT There was no conTusion, no rioTg The