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

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-111'-' :L-' 1 f ...Q To the Monarchs of the Earth -Ellen Klein Hear us, monarchs of the earth, Little voices, every one. Above your arguments of state, 1 Hear the battle, not yet won. Hear us, stiff-necked, white-starched statesmeng Hear our desperate cry, our plea, As we watch you struggle for power While losing our liberty. The roaring tides swell mightily As they leap for the fiery cloud. But the horror of twisted steel below ' Turns the white'fQJ a shroud: Soar slowly in the airg But seeing the firefspitting birds, Sink slowly in despair. n ff j L Great white birds circle, I We are tired, the little people.W- li We have died, but weive risen anew. I And as smoke leaves the scarlet heavens, We strain to see heavens of blue. k The masses are surging forward , And through the warm spring earth X The flowers are bursting above the graves, Y The world sings its song of rebirth. il Oh age of atomic destruction, ,cf Oh, age of a sweet-bEath of life, In your right h6l you hold golden freedom, In H 165, you hold greediness, strife. L ,il di. In we temple of liberty, monarchs, ls I F 'V I v .. 2 .-r , ' i - il.. If T-f I f Y i -I---is T -- - 'Nf e- 11' . n., s - Gif - nie-ii f -A ' . El1l A N , i f 152 K lylfi Egg W X X ' ff X fzgj, .....- ,Youfmfiie people's priests. 5-can and you must and you will win it now, 0ur treasure, the Kingdom of Peace. i -ii - X ,,' -... Q-Z -Q C

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Van. . 1 5 Why Big Brothers Leave Home S 1:1 ' '1, 'ij 53 fi '1 1 dl. il T783 Q ' -David Rosen Far be it from me to question the doings of the Lord, but up to this sixteenth year of my life I have been unable to discover any practical reason for the existence of sisters. Ever since I was four years old, my life has been one of continual suffering. I've often wondered whether the coming of a new babe is called a blessed event because the parents are so happy to receive it, or because the stork. is so glad to get rid of the squalling thing. I was beginning to adjust myself to the demands brought upon me by my first sister when, lo and behold, I was told that soon we were to have another visitor. I was about nine at this time, and being much wiser in the ways of the world, I conceived a plan. My mind was working like that of an evil fiend. N ? f I uncrossed my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh! I stared at myself ' sternly and resolved that if it was another girl, I'd leave home. On the night of the invader's expected arrival, loading my BB gun to capacity, I went up to x f-, the roof' to await the stork. If he brought a girl, it was to be his last trip. The I 6 next thing I knew, my vigil was interrupted by my folks calling me downstairs ,Cx f to see my new sister.. This was too much. I broke down, and tears flowed like Q the water they were. Visiting friends and relatives interpreted this as a sign E of joy, and gave me little sympathy. Not wanting my parents to bear alone ff -33 the suffering that two daughters would bring, I decided not to leave home. -X C' 2 Many moons have passed, but still the presence of my sisters affects every iQ f minute of my day. I'm gently awakened in the morning when one of the gruesome Q Q twosome throws the dog in my face. I get up to find my best shirt drooping wearily from the shoulders of number one sister, and my heavy ice-skating socks stuffed into her tiny loafers. I walk into the kitchen and force a smile as I explain to sister number two that she can't blow bubbles with my pipe. I find the remains of half a dozen of my best records where dear sisters have been debating over which record to put on next. I finally make a break for the door, where'I'm rapidly brought to the bottom of the stairs with the assistance of a well-placed roller skate. I'm about to regain a standing position when the - two barbarians come tearing out of the door, deliberately trampling over me. , I N Thus begins my day. 5 I do not wish you, dear Reader, to squirm in my agony, so I shall end my A j, lament at this point. But to you, companions in suffering, I oder this ray of - 5+ Zwhope. There will come a time when sisters are a thing of the past. Meanwhile, we must treat our sisters as normal people, and pray that soon each will find Y , Q X a husband before we're taken away in straightjackets. ' Il ' p , Wild, IU' ' ' I an R f :-,111 v.'C1.'Q XY.'ff4! 6 1 .IIT i '-'p rx Z Q .43 tr! I 14155 - V Wil wt if-+---' 'T i f I M xi .. - ,. J K P f

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,... ,J nf I , -W 1' ff y i. s pl X3 J mf 3 9 C-17 W ag , 'A if , Y f I lflslali 1 A Iii: ,1 I QW- f-4 af f ' 'mower , I , ki . ! 'I I 0 O1 I ,N SATURDAY . . . Another dance. Ugh! Why can't they realize f, I 'I that I'm different? I tried to bury myself under the pillows of QI Ni, v the powder room, but they dragged me out on the floor to meet , X N -un some loathsome boys. One of the revolting creatures asked me AWK to dance. What could I do? Finally I came down to the canal I 1 to meditate. Oh, diary, when will it ever end? Dances, lipstick, H - cigarette smoke, boys-ugh. 3 fi 4 SUNDAY . . . I have come to the conclusion that I am not much Xx x longexl for this world. Nobody understands me. I shall pine away ' I M I to a romantic end. ' f p MONDAY . . . Tonight as I looked out over the garage roofs ' - X f fl . llf we lived in the city I could look out over the tenements, oh ig? , Y' KX i heavenslj I felt as if I was growing. Maybe it's because they're , . Nl remodeling the house across the street. , TUESDAY . . . Oh diary, at last. Fate has sent me a friend. His X24 ' H I U name is Wilfred, and Oh diary, he understands me. We met in the ' library when we both reached for the same book on philosophy. Wilfred, too, loves to he alone, but he goes down under the bridge, which is why I have never seen him at the canal. WEDNESDAY . . . Wonderful forty minutes again today. Wilfred is just perfect. His father is a funeral director, and Wilfred says he'll take me to a funeral. Today Wilfred and I talked about the war. I felt like writing a story in which the heroine jumps off a bridge, but I have written six of them already. THURSDAY . . . Oh diary-at last, no more of those disgusting dances. As I looked out across the garages tonight I felt that I had grown again, but perhaps it's only that they are adding a new wing to the school. I've decided not to pine away after all. Wilfred and I are going to start learning the undertaking business. -Harriette Siegel a l H