George Washington High School - Hatchet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Q 11 5 Bw 45214 He sard he would and I staggered out of the telephone booth wonderrng what rt was lrke to be a pauper 'ks ' r fa 4 w e sep XM -10 ral!! Kid NTO each lrfe a lrttle rarn must fall and a storm fell rnto mrne the day my krd brother Mrckre was born As an rnfant Mrck wasnt too annoyrng but I can strll remember Mrckres squeals and I can hear the squeaks of fathers shoes as he valrantly walked the floor wrth the krd rn hrs arms Years passed and as all good thrngs must come to an end Mrckre grew up He progressed as any normal krd brother would He bogged the bathroom when I had a heavy date read my drary and annoyed me when my frrends came to the house Mrckre and I called a permanent peace the day I played the part of a good samarrtan He had been playrng baseball and hrt a wonderful fly that landed smack rn the mrddle of Mr Murphys store wmdow Mrckre was caught and was forced Two days later I got home I walked rn and was met by my wrfe pacrng the floor wrth my letter rn her hand I sensed that somethrng was wrong so I put on my best smrle and very rnno cently sard Hello Honey But all she drd was grve me a scornful look and I longed for the peace and quret of the battleleld because I knew what was comrng She told me I was a weaklmg that I should have nerve enough to krll a man after all my war experrence and I should be glad that fate had helped me by sendrng Duncan to my house It dawned on me suddenly that she meant I was to do away wrth Duncan Wrth Duncan my krng' Me a murderer of my lrege lord and whrle he was a guest under my own roof' I felt my knees buckle and my body sag and a cold sweat came to my brow And then a bell rang and Duncan was announced Aw shut off the alarm clock and get p yelled my brother I pulled myself drzzrly to the edge of the bed and sat up Then I beamed on my surroundrngs Cood old USA' Dear old G W' Grrrarvr Roos Brother to pay for the reparr He was frrghtened for father would certarnly be angry I gave Mrck the money I had been savrng for a new formal I drdnt realrze how much he apprecrated thrs untrl I found out he had taken a job after school rn order to pay me back before the dance Lrfe wrth Mrckre had rts brrghter moments There was the trme when he won the oratorrcal contest at hrs publrc school It certarnly was a proud moment when I boasted that he was my krd brother I also remember hrs hrgh school graduatron when he was commended for hrs ex cellent record But I guess the trme I was proudest of hrm was when mom dad and I went down to recerve the Drstrngurshed Servrce Cross whrch he got post humously GILDA ZWECKER ll ll . . ' . ' , . v Y U 1 . ' , . ii' 'Br 'iff 'fir r ' 7 l . . . , 1 1 I , 7 . . h . 7 Qu . it 17 9 1 ' It I 71 XX 'xilgi W7 . l l ' , , I ' ' ' K - , lb I 3 - F Y Q. - ,J r 9 M Q ' f . g , ,r , fr i? la. f neg A Y' fyfcs, V. :ff Ah! Duncan, quoth I. 5 7 T' f 1 1- 'rf Q ff!!! I -Q, ' ' wsx-Y ,Y N V . E in-Q 'gi'-,I-. . V - 1- - Tw, ---I X ' 1 Jr I I rr Irv in Viixrgr, 4 X I ,,,,4.u ,,..Vll 4 ,QB . . . '1 pvjyx' H ' H . . . , . g V . , 7 Y i . ' . , 1 V u 7 s 1 . . 7 I . , V - ' 1 7 1

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SIHIURT STCPRY Journey in Betb's Buggy GUESS rt was bound to happen After three days of studymg Macbeth rntensrvely nn prep aratron for an exam I dreamt that I was Shakes pere s hero Well here I was rrdmg home from battle on my trusty mount and borlrng mad be cause my best sunt of armour w as dented beyond reparr But the mount drdnt look llke a horse at all 1t looked more l1ke well what do you know lt WAS a I'hP and on its left flank app ared rn bold red letters the legend Beths Buggy Srttmg next to me was Gen Banquo hanglng on for dear lrfe Krng Duncan s roads apparently werent very modern and we were averagrng about eighty mrles an hour' Sud denly there were strange norses rn the motor and I knew I was rn for a repanr job A jeeps a jeep any land any age and anything can happen I w is just puttmg the carburetor together agam when Bmquo uttered a sound whrch startled me rrght h and and looked up What I saw made me also drop the tool I was clutchrng rn my left hand X ou ve guessed lt The witches' Well they ran through therr prophecres and drsappeared Frve mrnutes later Banquo and I were strll standlng there gapmg at each other pop eyed and open mouthed when we heard the drone of a plane We both dose rnto a drtch our surts of armour emrttlng a successron of clanks and squeaks as we hlt the ground The plane was soon rn srght and we recognized rt as frrendly by the arms of Scotland appearrng on nts wmg txps lt w as a small slow llalson plane flying low so we got up and waxed at the prlot who to our surprnse landed hrs craft on a straight part of the road about two hundred yards from us Two men emerged from the plane and started towards us After a few moments I recogmzed them as worthy cousm Ross and worthy cousm Angus After having uttered approprrate greetrngs Ross handed me an envelop Insrde I found a pap r srgned by Duncan stating that Macbeth Thane of Glamrs by Smel s death IS forever to be known as Thane of Cawdor Ross then embarked upon a long story full of apologres tellmg me that he would have radxoed the commrssron to me but smce enemy forces had set up a powerful jammmg statlon rt had been rmposslble But I was only half lrstenmg and I mumbled lost m my thoughts Maybe those old hags were rlght Then I fell to wonderrng and I saxd The Thane of Cawdor lrves why do you dress me IH borrow d robes? Angus explamed to me that Caw dor had been tried as a war crlmlnal and sentenced to death and that thc King had gnen me hrs title is a reward After Ross and Angus had left Banqnn ,md I hxed the jeep and headed for the next town As soon as we got there I rushed to the first drug store I saw and put rn a long drstance call to Duncan The op rator rn her cute Scottxsh voxce rnformed me that Therr wull be a alf ourrs dullay I spent the half hour writing an arr mall letter to my wrfe When my call fmally came through I thanked the Kmg for the honors he had done me to whrch he replxed that wlshmg to honor me further he would do me the great honor of staymg at my house for the week end I-Iearrng that I mumbled Oh Lord rf he brmgs all hrs retrnue wrth lum well be bankrupt nn no tlme Luckrly there was some stztrc m the phone at the moment Beg pardon ' sand Duncar I yelled into the recerver My Lord rf you wlll be good enough to brmg your retmue wlth you well set up a banquet for you IH no trme l , ' 1 , . . I 1 ll ' a s ' 1 ! 9 D , . . . 9 9 , a . . , . 1 3 3 ' , . . , . . 7 7 T ' Y 7 Y ' 7' 7 ,2 , I 2 . . , N , M.: , - ' ' ' u ' ' ' is ' U I so, that I dropped the tool I was holdmg rn my . . t I K Q . . , , ,, . Q . . . . 5 y 7 ' - , V- , I . .. . y . . . , . Y I , , V, a a ' , . V I 1 I' I V. - 9 ' 9 a , Y 7 4 ' V 1 ' v 7 . , , , ' ' V' - ' 7 I - sv f ' f 1, I ' , 2 'V ' rf r f I ' . , ' .,' , ., 7 4 1 I. ' - , , f ' y , V ' . ' V ' Y 9 7 Y . U 7 D . ' 1 r , ' , ' ' . , ,

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U imc commodating Santa RECENTLY read an editorial in which an eight year old reader asks if there rs really a Santa Claus and the editor assures hrm there rs I dont want to appear pessimistic but let me re late my experience on the subject Once upon a time Santa Claus used to be the exclusive property of the small fry Now every body wants to get into the act It takes years to cultivate your future president to the proper understanding of the Santa Clausran myth but after a while you have hrm convinced there rs only one St Nick the one Clement Clarke Moore created rn hrs poem There came a day when I decided to take my kid brother downtown and let hrm see for hrm self At once we were confronted by a confusing yarrety of Srnta Claus roles There was an adver trsement rn a vyrndow showing Santa f laus drrnk ing a bottle of beer and then a block further was a sign shovsrng Santa leerrng thrrstrly at a bottle of soda pop This modern shift from beer to soda pop puzzled the krd But more was yet to come On the subvyay he saw posters showing Santa Claus at the wheel of a car his pack of toys stick ing out of the rumble seat Other posters showed Mr Claus hanging packs of cigarettes on a Christ mas tree fondling ladies silk stockings recom mending Annie Zrlchs leg make up eating dog biscuits and so on By this time my brother had swamped me vyrth questions Irrnally vue drsembarked and started up the street Came the denouement Seated on a stool rn a coffee shop was Santa Claus rn the flesh Brother insisted that vue go rn and he sat down next to the wondrous character Alas' This Santa s appearance drd not coincide vyrth the description rn Moores poem Hrs cheeks werent rosy but a pasty yellow his eyes drdnt twrnkle but looked trred and sleepy Hrs tummy drdnt shake like a bowl full of yelly because he was on a diet Gimme a cup of cavy fee srster snarled Santa Sister set down the cup of coffee And what drd Santa do? He took off hrs beard so he could drrnk hrs coffee There ought to be a layy' DAPHNE MARSHALL Locked Doors I'IH hrs late uncle s attorney Paul sat ex pectantly rn the large living room of hrs the will To my nephew Paul I leave my entrre fortune provrded he shall comply vyrth the drrectrons here rnafter gryen In the cellar of my resrdcnce there rs a secret staircase knoyyn only to my attorney and me It lcrds to a corr dor decp undc ground Here there are tyyo rooms with locked doors In one of these rooms rs my fortune rn the o her death Unlock one of the doors If you are alive at the end of ten seconds then you have the right roem rf rot you h nc dcath If at the end of srx months from this day neither of these doors rs touched there xxrll be an explosion and both doors yyrll be ealcd forexer P ul looked it the attmrney So thats the way rt rs thought Paul The attorney handed hrm a small box In thrs you are ready I wrll show you how to get to them The next day Paul and the attorney vyent rnto th cellar and crme to 1 long narrow winding stir ca e 'lhcy descended slovyly holdrng lighted cridles Wlmerr they finally reached the bottom they yy ilkcd through a long corridor and saw a light lherd The a torncy stopp d and said You xyrll find the txyo deors rhead I will not go further Paul sud Lets get out of here I want to think rt eyer The next dry t e attorney departed leaving Prul by hrnself rn the lirge house Paul slept restlessly from that day on He had terrrble dreams 3 . . . ' , . , . . y - i 'ia ' ' a I - , I 1 V. . . ' ' I ' 3 7 I - I' - V I - - 1 11 - H - - I 7 . 7 I ' ' ' ' , - ' , ' -K ' ., h -I 1 r i an ' ' 5 Q1 ' 11 h . y , ' rl ' 1 , r . - V ' 1 1 , - ' ' ,H 1 . uncle's house as the attorney continued reading box, he said, are the keys to the rooms. When vi - Y 7 A ' , ,' ' - ' - 1 y 1 , y ' ' 1 I y l ' 1 I ' C ' 1 '2 2 , 1 , A , - 1 ' - - , v r 2'1- -1 S . I - r 7 i U 7 ' . fz ' ' i ' 'r Y . 'z ' . ' ' ' , ' f , ' ' . 'z ' ' ' ' . ' - . ' L ' , , ' , L A , 4 ' . , c , 4 c . c e - , - - y . 1 ' ,' V - . . ' 1 - ,Y . ' Y , g ' 1 , ' z 'A . f . Q' , ' . ' . . V ' ' ' , ' . 2 ' rl ' , s f - f 1 ' 5 ' 1 v . ' :H J 1 Q ' r ' ' . ' i