Franklin K Lane High School - Senior Echoes Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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I 1 I I il 3 ,O which suddenly didn? need fixing at all, excepl where lhe fear had made a IiHIe palh- way down her cheek. She wenl Io The door, pu? her hand on Ihe knob. and suddenly lurned, as if she had forgollen somefhing. Going fo lhe doll on Ihe floor, she picked if up, hugged I+, smoolhed ils rumpled dress, and pul il on her bed. She wenl fo lhe door, 'rurned once more +o look al if wisflully, and wenl down fo me-el her guesls. Barbara Silenzi A PRICELESS POSSESSION Whal is lhaf fhing upon your chesf Ihaf shines like Ihe sun's rays? You keep if polished and gliifering Through all your nighls and days. You wear if on your dresses: you wear if in your hair: Nolhing you have ever owned has had such Iasfing care. Why do you seem 'fo cherish lhis quile subordinafe Ihing? Hs mere possession makes your hearl gay and ready fo sing. No mailer how you look al' il, iI's only a hunk of lin. Why is if so imporlanl? II's iusl a SENIOR PIN! Joan Newell SENIOR ECHOES

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Tl-lE DOLL She looked lovely. Her rose lulle gown wilh lhe sleeves barely hanging onlo her shoulders gave her lhe leeling ol . . . well, ol being sixleen. She knew she looked prelly, wilh lhe color ol her gown rellecling lhe radiance ol her own color scheme ol pink and brown. The lilled waisl and llared skirl accenlualed lhe liny waislline lhal Johnny always said she slole lrom a china doll. You slole lhal waisl lrom a china doll, was lhe way he said il. Sweel Johnny. The doorbell rang. She was near lhe lronl door, so lo prevenl an unpleasanl discussion wilh her brally lwelve year old brolher, Richard, who really should answer doorbells, she answered il. A messenger boy wilh a package emilled a long, low whislle, lhe kind Lana Turner gels, and said, Are you Miss Jenniler Larsen? She smiled, allhough she shouldn'l have, aller lhal whislle, and said she was. Sign here, he said, and she obliged, lhanked him, and walked inlo lhe house. Pulling lhe package in her room, she wenl lo gel a knile lo cul lhe slring il was lied wilh. She walked very slowly, because she was sure she would lrip on her high heels il she weren'l carelul. They were very high heels . . . all ol lhree inches high. Her molher had lel her gel lhem aller she had sulked and argued lhal she would look posilively repulsive dancing in her low-heeled shoes wilh lhe six-lool boys she had inviled lo her parly. She was only live leel and one-hall inch in her slocking leel. Ol course, Johnny, who was live leel eleven and one-hall, liked her small lhe way she was, bul she wasn'l going lo dance wilh Johnny all evening. And lhe olher lall lellows mighl be more comlorlable il she were less diminulive. So she gol lhe high heels. And she was leeling prelly grown up. When she gol back lo her room and opened lhe box, she gasped al whal she saw. ll was a doll! l-low could anyone do lhis lo her? She, wilh her lhree inch heels and her sleeves lairly dripping from her shoulders! True, il was a beaulilul doll, wilh a lovely rose lulle dress and bonnel. Bul she hadn'l played wilh dolls since . . . since . . . well, she hadn'l REALLY played wilh dolls since she was len. She had merely kepl Amanlha's dress clean and neal looking. A doll always looks nice in a girl's room, and she couldn'l lel Amanlha gel soiled, could she? Bul lo receive a doll as a gill, al sixleenl Creepers! How could anyone do lhis lo her? She remembered when she was a lillle girl, how overioyed she had been every lime she gol a doll. She would hug il, lhen smoolh ils rumpled dress: she would hum lo il, rock il lo sleep, lhen pul il lo bed, and kiss il goodnighl. Bul she was only a child lhen. Now . . . why, she was sixleenl She was praclically an adull! She suddenly realized she didn'l know who had senl il. She look lhe doll oul ol lhe box, pul il on lhe lloor, and began lo look lor lhe card. Hidden in excelsior, she lound il. On lhe card was wrillen, Molher. For some unexplained reason, Jenniler lound a lear sliding lenderly down her cheek: lhis she quickly brushed away. Hey, Jen, il's seven-lhirly. Mom says people will be arriving soon, yelled Richard. All righl, answered Jenniler, barely audible. She wenl lo lhe mirror. Aller combing her hair slighlly, she lixed her makeeup, JANUARY I948 9

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