Far Rockaway High School - Dolphin Yearbook (Far Rockaway, NY)

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, W f LIFE'S DARKEST MOMENT l ' 17 ii a Agia ' J il BY MARTIN POLAN Once in every term comes the dreaded day when teachers have their troubles get- ting senior classes to order, although bells may ring and salmons wave. Everybody is hanging on somebody else's neck, yelling, Let's see yours or Mine are awful! How are yours?', All students despise Regents and detention, but something more terrify- ing than either of these awaits every senior-the taking of senior pictures, and getting back the proofs. The photographers are confronted with many types of seniors. First, there's the one who poses a la Napoleon, and try as he may, the photographer is unable to change the pose. Then there are the glamour girls who experiment with new hair styles re- sembling the Empire State or the Chrysler Building, coiffures which usually topple over at the strategic moment. There's, always the bright boy who decides to grow a mustache or get a crew haircut for the occasion. Whatever your particular mode of preparation has been, when you enter the room fthe boys' emergency room generously donated by Mr. Luft and magically trans' formed into a studioj you are met by a barrage of cards to be filled out. You want to cooperate, but you are so excited that you can't hold the pen. Having completed the job by hook or by crook, you are told to relax and be yourself - as if that were possible. You are then seated on a piano stool behind powerful white lights and in front of a white screen, which makes you feel as though you are about to receive the third degree. The great moment has come. The photographer puts the black hood over his head, tells you Hold it! and snap! It's all over, for better or worse. Now you can go back to history, physics or English, and worry about fbem. Some Hne morning in section, after about three weeks of suspense, you are handed a small booklet which reads Blank Studios. At the first glance inside, you are sure a mistake has been made-but no. You discover a family resemblance to yourself. You have no time for careful contemplation of your portrait, you are soon mobbed by your classmates screaming Let's see!', The class bursts into hilarious mirth. You aren't too much disturbed, though-you'll have your chance at them later. No, you're not alone in your glory. Some of the remarks you hear aren't overenthusiastic: The camera wasnlt in focus , Look at that awful shadowing , Which,ll I choose for The Dolphin? A little comic relief is always afforded by the joker who manages to borrow some of the pictures and decorate them with mustaches and vandykes. However, if this ordeal is part of your future instead of your past, be not dis- mayed, it is one of life's great experiences! 64

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SONG OF TWO LOVES BY KENNETH COHEN He sfopped bmi once in fbe ligbi of fbe moon Tbai played on ibe sea by fbe way, Wbere zfbe eresfs, like glass, would sbaiier and sfnasb, Wbere eyes would dance in fbe spray. Tben be followed ibe sand fo tbe knoll by ibe strand Unnzinding tbe breeze from ibe sea, And bis stride was long, bis sfep was sfrong To wbere bis darling would be. Wbile ibe sky looked down on ibe billoel2's crown He siood wifb bis love and ibe sea. Wbere ibe moon laid ber beams across .ibe sound He was happy-I know- I was be. Susie's Dilemma CCont. from P. S45 She grabbed a tissue and took the make-up off her face. Her mind went back to Windy and her age. Life was terrible. To be or not to be. She undressed and slipped into an old flannel robe. She'd go down to the kitchen and have a snack. She went into the kitchen, and there was her mother with a sailor. Oh, he was cute, he had uit. It was much better than oomph. Susie, her mother said, This is Wally. Wally, did you say Wally? Are you sure it's not Windy? No, ma'am, my name is Wally. Wallace Rebenton Jones, to be exact. I'm Rickey's brother. Rickey was Jimmie's friend. This was his brother, the one who wanted to meet her. They were baking a cake, her mother and he. Would you like to join us, Miss Susie? Wally asked. Yes, I'd like to, very much, said Susie, with a glint in her eyes. Who was Windy? Who was Alan Ladd? Who was Frank Sinatra? This is Wally, Susie thought. Life was wonderful. 65