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

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HEIGH-HO! HEIOH-HO! lT'S OFF TO XVORK XVE GO? Four lmriet years in Evancler weyve spent. Aricl now tliey tell us itls time we went. Perlaaps tlwe powers-tliat-tae are riglatz Nestlings must sometime talce to lliglit. But oli, welve liacl suclu a lot ol fun, Xve liate to see tliese liappy Clays clone- So let us glance ,ere tlie curtain falls Qrer our luappy years in Evariclerls laalls. ln lnriglit fairy tale aricl nursery rliyme Xxle inclite tliis recorcl of tliat liappy time. And tliis Oriole of elurie 558 To our liigli sclaool clays we corisecrate. l-listorian-Tl-LERESA Bl. RlNK, Literary Editor-EVELYN B. CHAPKRU Literary Assistants-SHIRLEY BENCZER, NARYIN COHN, LLRRRIET SHKLEAR. REBECCA SIEGEL Q, Clerical Cliiel-HELEN S. BLOCH Clerical Assistants-lVlAR.lORlE S. BLU'l'5lA.N, EYELYN MASON, SARAH OXB LAN, LUCILLE RElCl'lEL, PATRlClA ESTHER XVlNNER lLLlAN VAUNSKY I S ' ffsffm 4 P I 1 r K L Knoclcs and Boosts Editor-LQlS C. LYON Q I , fy ill C 'R' 1 all V L, Assistants-EVELYN GOLDBERG, HAROLD GRIFIES, 'ADOLPH KATZ, FlNA LOCURTO, MELVIN ROSEN, FREDA TABACHNlCK Art Editors-LEONARD BALISH, LLOYD DOBKIN, MARTHA EINK, EDlTl-l JESSEN, CLARA RABINOXVFIZ, lVlURlEL TRINER Faculty Cllairman-l-lYlVlAN BURS'l'ElN Art Adviser-MELANIE THOMPSON Business Adviser-JACK EDELMAN

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CYHOHICS HHCI Drones To he or not to he-foptimists. That, feiiow seniors, is the question. Whether ,tis nohler in the mind to say P-Xve, the youth of America, go forth to conquer the world, or to say-We, the youth of America, pessimis- ticauy hesitate on the threshold of the world. Vxfhereas when our parents set forth opportunities were waiting for them, we have to create our own opportunities. But we have at least one consolation to harhor. Vxfe, today, are more aware of what is going on around us than the youth hefore us. Vx! e are more discriminating, more skeptical. Never hefore has youth heen so welt informed on the happenings of the nation and the world. For years our elders have heen saying, :Look at this younger generation, what wiii hecome of us when they take over the nation?U May we he so hoid as to reply, :This is a Fine world you are passing on to us. Dic- tatorships, civii war in Spain, war in the Far-East, another world war on the horizon, a nine year old depres- sion stiH going! You certainty have given us pienty Hto take overt, M Down through the ages man has continuauy striven to conquer his most relentless and incessant enemy'- Time. He has invented the most ingenious devices to aid him in his hattie, yet ad intinitum he Fights a tos- ing war. XV e can hut profit from the tesson experience teaches us and take advantage of every hour that time affords us. Nvhiie attending a school as large as ours we saw the need for cooperating with others. There has existed a feeling of security and consolation in knowing that your friends share your trouhies. But from now on there win he no one to share your prohiems and worries. The hurden must he home alone, untiringiy. Time and tide wait for no manf, Let,s not disappoint Time.

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Pipsissewa and the Qriole Down Bainhridge Avenue early in the morningfheautifui morning. Un the right are the living, au-haiied hy the sparrows and the starhngsg on the left are the dead, saluted hy a dawn as glorious as the great resur- rection. :SHOW can they he asleep, even in marhie tomhs, on a day like this? 1 ask mysehc. And I am answered hy the voice of a little girl, HQh we do not he asieepf, I took ahout and see no one. its the madness of Spring, I think, and ruh my forehead. The voice laughs at meg :You are startled at the voice of the dead, you who are forever feeding the words of the dead to tive young minds. If the dead have anything it must he a voice, or else there is no Qriote in your hhrariesf, KNOW took heref, I say in my sternest manner, Htetys make sense, even if I have picked up a spoolc. Vxfho are you?H HI am Pipsessewa. A starting woke me saying my Qriole was Hyingg and there he is, with glorious wings stretched across the slcyfthe golden one, the comprehensive wisdom? Now I feel a warmness as of an arm in mine, and I feet a hrightness as of two deep hrown eyes. Hpipsis- sewa,H I say, Hthose are clouds, and the grandeur is the sunys. And thatf, 1 continue as we approach Gun- hill Road, His the Montehore Hosp. . Mlwempte of Heahngf, says Pipsissewa, Hfor the leaves of healing are reiqected hy the sage-green roof over the red hriclc wausfi Xve turn to walk down Gunhin Road under the modest mapies, where the pigeons are feeding on the overiqow from the hrealdiast nose-hags of the miHcmen,s horses. And thenwl see her. She steps over to smooth the mane of a horse. She has two long hiaclc hraids of hair and a hucksicin skirt, stone-hammered smooth as velvet. An indian girif, I exctaim, Hyou are an indian girUH Hindian, you may sayihut I am at least three hundred years oidf, Hxveu, I must say, Pipsissewa, you carry your age remaricahiy weiif, VV e wauc along awhile, and then suddenly she stops. Look, says she, Hred slcinsf, I took toward Xvehster Avenue. HQniy a red tight, Pipsissewaf,