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

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or a bon bon. She simply had to tear herself away from the icebox at home It was torture to abstain from bread and potatoes. Seven weeks after that awful decision, Minnie was a shadow of her former self. Peace reigned at Klein's when Minnie went shopping now. Imagine, she could wriggle into a 22 with almost perfect ease-no longer was she a 'ifat horse , no longer did she have to hurl her bitter invectives in self-defense. And she had only two chins! Then it came! It was at Tillie Go1dfarb's sweet sixteen party. just like those B.O. or toothpaste ads it was. Minnie had gone into the bedroom to powder her nose. She passed along the corridor leading to the living room when she heard the boys talking. She recognized Tilliels brother Sam's voice. Gee, doesn't Minnie look funny going on a diet and getting thin. Yeah, George Fink said, QMinnie liked him lotsj, she looked cuter when she was fat. And her clowning went over better, too,', Fred Tesser added. Wasn't she a scream the way she shook when she laughed! It's not the same Minnie any more, believe me. Minnie was taking all of this in, meanwhile. Little wonder her popular- ity was slipping. And she'd gone to this trouble because she thought the boys preferred thin girls! Well, maybe they did, but Minnie was different. She had a glib tongue and a ready answer. Next day the boys were walking home from school. As they turned the corner they saw Minnie heading into Gerber's Drug Store. Hey, Minnie, George Fink called, getting some more of those reducing tablets ?U Minnie swung around and grinned, The devil I am, boys. Come on in. The ice cream's on me! Epfgram You never asked for anything You knew you couldnlt get. You were always satisfied. You weren't prone to fret. So smilingly dismissed your hopes You'd think you never cared. Still life pursued, and broke you, too. No littlest thing is spared. Clio Chia! Tweizfy-Je1'e1z

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Fat Chance By HOVVARD BLOOMFIELIJ All the boys liked Minnie Horowitz. She was jovial, had a quick wit, was always wisecracking. May- be it was Minnie's appearance that lent her to jesting. She was a bit on the plump side, 150, with a round red face with two black pin points for eyes that crossed when she was in ill humor. She had three chins to make up for lack of neck, and where other girlswere streamlined, she was rumbleseated. Oh, she protruded in the awkwardest places! Klein's would go mad when Minnie went shop- ping there. How could you rind something chic and girlish looking in the 36,s? Minniels classmates could look like Venuses in their 14's while she looked like a sack of potatoes in her 36. Minnie could bear the brunt of any insult except one. It touched a tender spot in that heart beneath those fleshy layers. Anyone who referred to her as a corpulent equine was in for the most fiendish round of maledictions ever launched on a human head. UFat horse, go on a diet already, her brother or sister would say. 'KA fat horse like you should be in the circusln The pupils of her eyes raced to the bridge of her nose. She cursed between her teeth, Drop dead and don't live to get up again! Wlio's asking you ? she furiously interrogated. Then with a triumphant flour- ish she consigned her victim to the infernal regions. But deep in her heart of hearts Minnie knew that indulgence and she must come to a showdown. Oh, she loved food above boys and such love was bound- less. Her gastronomical satiation was unparalled. Finally, Minnie made up her mind to reduce. It cost her a lot to diet. She went to parties and thought she would swoon if she didn't take an eclair Tzrezzfy-fix

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Waste - 1 By LEONARD BISHOP aj biilin I loitered near the soldier's burial ground Where quiet might help me to think. My body hurt from marching. My brain was dull from little thought. My Constant companions, Right and Wfrong, Each sought my ear, and their words Struck my mind like a cannon. Wrong pointed toward the tombstones. What once were soldiers Arose . . . addressed me: My name was Jack Gilbert. I had a great future before me 'ft e? - f - 7-F My hands were clever with a scalpel. V' QM They Called me a young marvel, , 7 'T But I died with a bayonet in my hands- 9 'Jkt - . Hands that were made to heal -1? - , 4' 1 Were turned to hands that destroyed. - , , ' ire. No you didnt know me. You might have, though. Now you'll never hear of me. Tufezzly-eight