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

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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

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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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really want to know about Peggy? She is some- thing you dream about, perfect in every detail. I met her at a dance this summer, and it was just like a movie. I really know I'm in love, desperately in love with her. She lived ten miles away from me, and I bicycled to her house as often as I pos- sibly could, even though it sometimes rained. You should see her. Peggy's so blond and tall. She's beautiful l At this I thought of my dark hair, and my five feet, two inches, and I looked at Bud. He was gazing dreamily and wistfully up at the moon Funny isn t it? I thought The same moon that shone on me so protectively a moment ago Fickle moon' Ginny, he said, there is only one Peggy. It was much more than a summer romance. We have been writing to each other, and I know she likes me. Her birthday is next week. I want to get her something very precious to let her know I care. Can you suggest something? You're so wonderful, Ginny, just like my little sister. And he put his arm around me. It's not that I really liked him, or really cared. It's even a little ironic to think of Bud in love. After all, isn't love something that can be felt only by adults? I'm young and I'll soon forget entirely of course I will And this raging torrent of tears will soon stop They re so childish and so futile MARILYN GRUENBERG L1 e as az Switchboard Operator AVE you ever been annoyed to the point of exa p ration by a switchboard operator who simply refused to connect you with your party or who insisted upon clicking continuously in your ear? No doubt you have and this fact brings me face to face with my objective which is to make you a little less averse to telephone operators For the past two y ars I ve been an after school Who Him' Oh his just been elected the senior class actor 'fi s Ll A ff 'i J Ex Aj I f' fy , fy? W f 0 ,f f f iff 'lil '92 'T f f giZ2ZQ?4Qyr ffm ff' ll f W7 xgief K if f f 1 lrpf f ,ffm ff 6, 1, l r f 5 i Z 77 ,f ,V W QW Qi Viz :Qi 'lil I ll:4 ll it Ilull tl ll' 'I ll l C I 908 900015 operator for one of Americas largest clothing chains in their showplace on Broadway Switch boards always held a fascination for me At this point in the game however I am neither awed nor fascinated by the intricacies of the telephone On the contrary I could cheerfully choke the man who holds up my busy board for an interminable length of time with the story of how when he came home to Flatbush and opened the carton he discovered that the trousers had been creased in the wrong place My promise that upon return of the garment we will gladly press out the crease is totally insulhcient Apparently nothing will satisfy him except to have the company president run out to Fla bush and iron the trousers personally Then there is the worried wife who calls to say Oh Miss I was supposed to meet Cornelius that s my husband at your store at a quarter after five but junior had a toothache so will you please find Cornelius and explain everything to him Whereupon I try to make her understand that it is a physical impossibility for me to go in search have flashed on and my head begins to whirl Then of course there are the executives who labor under the delusion that the switchboard is there for their sole use and that no other calls . . , 7 t , L . Q . . S 2 . . . . . ' . D . . . . . . . . , , . . , . ' 9 s 4 S , - . . , 5 Y I Y , I 'ff ' ll ' A . g, e -f H L : A' I 'lb 2 1 5, 1' - l . . . E ,QQ I f f ' 1 ' A t X 9 H 7 I 3 l 1 gang' fx f x , .' 1, , fe arf 4 M ' af r fe ,f Z t if r i 4 , t W K gf? wZQf rw ,I ' - - ' . -N N 'fig-QXIIQL. V ' ' 1' , ' ,f,, ff '22, f ly ,ff ff, - .- ' 1 Cf! fl . I-X 1011 f t ', I fflifj 7 1 ' -' 'Y f , ' . . . . . . . 57 X , , I j, ln? 45 . . . pm! ef f , 42,116 9 of Cornelius. In the meantime a dozen other lights , -4, ' A ' ff ' ff fi, , . fig ' 'ifw diff: Yjlglz ,iff WW I - ye! wil! W IQ, f . . . y ,V A , , n I mv. if T . 'I . Lbixy L llfpffnl If X we X, 'f A, , Q., lf f 1,wQ,f K' ff f' M ilkflxf A If jill! 1 I I llzlli i 'ima I 735 ' 'I 7 17. fffr I . L ' 'K 133442 , W - 5,261 1 e : , W -he 4 M., Q N ilh lli 4