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

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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,

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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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-'LoolQ,H she repeats: and on loolcing again, l see arrows 'llying down the avenue and arrows llying up the avenue. Tomahawlcs descend, scalping lcnives tlash. There is awful yelling and war-whooping. uldow otten have l told that Serius he might he hetter employed than in malcing deadlier tomahawlcs and arrowsf' whispers Pipsissewa. Then the scene fades, and talqing her hand l remarlc, Hxvell anyway the lightls green now and we can go across. Xve cross-and l can tell you l hold Pipsissewa close, tor a terrilole rattle ot gun-carriages and roar ot artil- lery assail our ears. Nxvhat now, Pipsissewa, what now?U Hxvellfl she says. Hthis is Gunhill Road, isn,t it? Youlve heard ot George Washington and the Revolution, l hope. How strange that you who deal in the words ot the dead, should he so startled when you actually hear the voice ot the cleadfl Uhlayhe. hut nevertheless all l want is to get to my school. l3ipSiSSeWe. td lilce to tleer H hell fiflg- Please, Pipsissewafr So the thunder rumhles into silence, rolling us across Xwhite Plains Avenue, where we hear the glad sound ot the Monastery hells and clown the glowing road we see a fort-lilce mass of hriclfs with Hag tlying under a hrilliant slay. with, Dear old Evander, Pipsi. The Qriole is playing :Dear old Evancler, on the celestial color organf, Htgut mayhem she says, ache is playing let There Be luightl, Rememher the spring, the deep spring in the swamp down unclerf' Hllll never torget it, Pipsi. After the stones were laid, the Steel pleeed, and the lvriclis piled up, that everlast- ing spring pushed against the foundations. So they made fi diabolical reclietz tearing, pounding, dumping tons ot stone and cement on the spring and sealed it with ter. l thinli now . . She piclcs up my words. ul thinlc now l have as little trouhle getting out as l had hetore. You see, it was this way. Our chief called the war dance, and the warriors danced themselves into loloody wrath. Then l undicl the dance hy malcing sott eyes with some ot his hardiest. The chiet was angry and said, lUgh, Pipsissewe, go sit hy the spring. l send tor your parents., ltls an old, old custom, you seef, A At the spring l saw Serius. l'le had a strange game with the tish in the water. l-le would clap his hands and say, lDingo Ding, and all the Fish would swim around in a great circle. Then he would clap his hands again, and the tish would separate into little quiet groups, nilo, nily, nihhling ot the water until they heard Seriusis :Dingo Ding, again, when they would all swim around in a circle once more. Hgerius said to me, You see they learn., H just then my Qriole hegan singing in a trough nearloy, and all the hsh jumped out ot the water to hear his song. That angered Serius and he gave me a murderous shove. l splashed and sanlc, all the huhhles going out ot me until l lay on the hottom. But loolcing up l saw my Oriole llying higher and higher and spreading and spreading until he covered the slay with a heautitul light. Uxvell, that spring has heen my sleeping place ever since. But every morning a sparrow or a Starling awalc- ens me saying, llnipsissewa, your Oriole is tlyingelthe golden onef-the comprehensive wisdom., Then l come forth. But ot recent years otten the tingling ot hells and the sound ot thousands ot teet, stamping round and round, awalce me and l come torth. To remain invisihle fl clonlt want my parents sent tor-it would he a long waitl l enter and hide in tirst one young hody and then another. It is lun to see how l loolc in as many ditterent shades ot slcin as possilale, and to see how the world loolcs through many, many thousand ditterent pairs ot eyesfy Hpipsifl l say, Hthis is very heautitul, hut you have made me latef, HDon,t worryf, says she, NGO along nowf, So l go along, lout no one notices me when l enter, my card has loeen punched at the cloclc, and when l get to my room l lind Serius teaching my class. l somehow lqnow it is Serius, although he loolcs exactly lilce me. lgwhatever shall l do now,H l wonderg hut l see a tlash of gold light over the head ot a little girl who imme- diately goes to the deslc, Serius disappears. l sit in the seat vacated hy the little girl, and listen to her words. 'Wllhe Qriole is tlying, the golden one, the comprehensive wisdomf, This is a true story-fl hope. ALBERT BLOHM