Evander Childs High School - Oriole Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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page seve A LONG SORROWFUL TALE As freshmen so hopelessly green and so new, We bore our own crosses as marTyrs would do. As seniors mosT l hopefully blank and blase, We blandly reach ouT for a new game To play. There is much ThaT was pleas- anT and sTays wiTh us sTill, lLike The Timely delighT of a long fire-drilll. We have danced in a dream loy The lighT of The moon. lThis means in The gym on a brighT afTernoon.l To consecrafe leapyea a-leaping and snorfing, The genTs became col and The maids wenT a-courTing. WiTh gypsief a-gyping To ioin in The play, And infanTs whose lollipops goT in The way, And ogres cavorTing wiTh ladies of yore, Survivors of Freak Day all pleaded for more! And Then came The prom - - melobe no, mebbe yes, We've Tried hard enough, now iT's YOUR Turn To guess. Evanderland's Class Day was lorillianT, b'gadl T'would make a Mad l-laTTer go madder Than mad. l-lere comes The end of our dreary decline, No maiden is pale, each gallanf does shine. Wifh scrolls, and greaf preachmenfs aring in our ears. We gaily, yeT sadly. sail forfh on The years. This sorrowful Tail, we . woMd mp in d is - d ai n, BUT-- we go agdn To over b e a ll freshmen

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omewhere among The senTimenTaI monsTrosiTies of a bygone day, I unearThed a age informing me ThaT I would appreciaTe This school more aTTer I had leTT iT. I d pull iTs IiTTle picTure ouT oT The IockeT I wear nexT To my hearT, and weep biTTer s Tor ThaT which had been. This sTruck me as being a very unTorTunaTe sTaTe OT rs. OT course, I have always loved my school - in The liTTIe picTure in my IockeT. considerably simpler To weep over a lockeT Than To arise in The gray dawn and To The crumbling old ruin on Gun Hill Road buT I ThoughT iT would be nice To 1 jusT whiaT There was To weep abouT. Hence I am seTTing down some oT my a soul-searing memories, so ThaT I will noT have To boTher wiTh onions or glycerin. -iTe seems To have been gluTTed wiTh conTesTs, Spanish, Economics, BicenTenniaI, Times OraToricaI. llvlaybe There were more buT I don'T Think we oughT To be ky on so solemn an occasion as This.l The laTTer wiTh iTs mosT gruelling sysTem liminaTions, reached iTs climax in The hall oT losT souls, The audiTorium, when Gladys baum's poeTic sTreak aImosT caused us To discourse in Thee's and Thou's. when 1 Keller blew her muTed TrumpeT Tor more brains or someThing equally ludicrous, when ArThur Gang Told us, Compromise has been a Tine Thing in The pasT. LeT oT compromise! I was very much annoyed aT being shanghied To The prinTery by The prinTer's ls, Mary Baral, DoroThy GraTT and HarrieT Seliger, unTil I saw The nice looking ng prinTer, and The IinoTyper whose grim sense of humor was responsible Tor: seT To Sunrise wiTh Leon Israel lsuch an innocenT-looking child, Tool. ln such a a, I advise The pupil To change his curse, by The honorable Mr. Norr. UnTor- aTely, his choicesT Typographical errors are noT considered suiTabIe Tor school licaTion buT, when noT being Thrown ouT oT TourTh sTory windows, CharloTTe STurTz ild enioy enlighTening you. always ThoughT The ArisTa To be The seaT of The inTeIIigenTsia buT, when The chair- 1 of The knocks commiTTee became presidenT, The biggesT Teminine grin became 'eTary and The curIiesT headed male became Treasurer, I packed up my brains me of Those censored ediToriaIs which have so worried Mary Baral, and IeTT. LosT in a labyrinTh of assemblies, I discovered The ulTra-American Eleanor Woid- ak exhibiTing some Goiman abouT GoiThe, and The Hungarian princess, Hilda :Terman Trying her Tongue aT English. LaTer, I saw some suspiciously cocky haTs The pIaTTorm nodding approvingly To The violin of ze maesTro Siegmann, who was ying an original composiTion To The mosT charming oT charmers liT is suspecTed T he knew before hand ThaT Renee Karr would be elecTedl. I believe Al LoTTman's as George WashingTon was easier Than The one as The VaIianT, even Though The er died buT once . Having been inveigled by someone lif iT wasn'T Bob NasTre, iT should have beenl J purchasing a TickeT Tor a baskeTball game, I became inTeresTed in The IengTh Lenny Maidman and The widTh of Arnold STanIey buT decided ThaT iT would be ier To wriTe a laTin play like Helen GeTlien's Than aTTempT To play Their game. ToTTering Tipsily around The halls, subsequenT To an eco midTerm, humming soTTly h, Lawd, Please Take Away The Darkness I collided wiTh Joan Keller Trying hard ' To beam over congraTuIaTions Tor a cerTain scholarship, and Edgar Hyde Trying d To live down his repuTaTion Tor dual exisTence and bloody murders. ATTer ning The gaunTIeT oT Mr. Quimby and half a dozen of his proTeges ready To elcome IiTTIe Tishes in wiTh genTIy smiling jaws , I goT somehow inTo The gym are a dance was in progress. Sez I, Give me The prom any day. Gulp, gulp, 'gle, gurgle, gooooool LiTTle IockeT, lsniffll here's lsnilil, sniTTIl To you! lsnifl, sniff, sniffll THROUGH THE KEYHOLE geeighf