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

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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

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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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of awaiting death. He became incessantly restless. In the early hours of the morning, he would walk down to the doors and stare for hours trying to make up his mindg but each time his terror over- came him, and he ran back upstairs. Days and weeks went by. Paul hardly slept or ateg he walked around the house in a daze. His hair turned gray, and his cheeks showed promi- nently in his pale face. At last the day came, the last day of the six months. Paul picked up the box containing the keys of the locked doors, and proceeded to the cellar, running and stumbling down the long narrow steps He stared at the doors and then ran blindly to one of them Taking a key from the box he placed it slowly near the key hole clutching it tightly in his hand He inserted the key mumbled some crazy words to himself and then turned it. He heard the lock clickg he stepped back. There was the silence of death. The only sound was the ticking of the watch on his wrist. Every second seemed a year. One-two-three-the perspiration ran down his faceg his heart pounded like a sledge hammer. Four five six seven eight , From weak- ness he had to kneel on one knee with his hands clutched tightly together. Eight-nine-ten. There was silence, and then an explosion came from the room The walls caved in and the ceiling tumbled down upon him And Paul never knew that his uncle had died penniless LLSTER MEYLRS Futzle Tears WINKED gayly back at the little star that winked at me and I laughed to myself that the little star would never know the happiness I felt My heart swelled and filled my whole body with an exhilaration that night What more could a girl want' I asked myself Herel am skating on this gorgeous pond on a perfect night com plete with moon and holding my hand is Bud Bud is everything a girl could wish for I guess He looks like Alan Ladd a little but his hair is curlier I suppose I liked him more than I was willing to admit We started to talk about school as one usually does How is your french' he said Oh I passed the Regents last term Thank goodness for that' Then you can help Peggy Shes having a hard time of it Peggy who is she? A friend of mine She lives in the country where I went this summer Then there vyasn t much more to say for awhile but I hate silence so just for com ersation I said Tell me about Peggy Bud answered slowly and carefully I didnt realize this till later But vx ith a feminine curiosity and a half smile I urged him on Ginny he said I ve always felt close to you and there is something I want to tell you Do you I dont think I'11 go out with him After a 1, he is a half inch shorter than I ,f af' 6 ' ff I' X . , ' 1 , . ' 1 . 3 . , . . o . . .. - U - i. . 7 W 7 9 ' . U L . . , , - . . . , ff X 2 A . . Y. V, 1. ' ' ' - - . . . . . . , ' s ff I , , N ' W , J I , ' lf - - - fl 3 -1 4 h H I ,li ,, 1 I I .. I, X ,X X s ' f I , ., E , , 8 . If, . f 1 X , , .. . - f gf, 3 - ' X . ' 1 1 - I . . ,, .fr 5: . , .. V . . , . fa 5 s ' 69:7 , f 1 6 G' W , - w f . vt , , L eo, on-, . .. - 1. ,.1,.5gQ9, xx' . P-1-':+ f ' , 'iffffiififff' , . . . I 1 , ,lj-1 -' 'S 2:1 5. v QQQQ I ' i .mitkkzisfi I ,114-5:2- . , ,, 35.3.4-3: lg 305 1 . ':.'s'I'rf '..'4-'owyv X ' 5 ?2'P.'1'r, ' 'PJQQ' ,I , -,e',SW'p .' . ' 4 043' 1 , I . , ,. .f , ch, is .,5,0x,. 0 f c Y - ':--:f .'f.',y u -:yeas I . Q- . ... .I sky. ,f 9.59, K X X. --,.-,rv-,.v.-,1, ., 1, gy,-Q --XX . . , . . . . . . .,,h'.,7,,. , V X f f - - -3:1-'W' ' , ' . . ESG. V V .s , ' 0 'L . . . 1 I. l