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

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A L41 Fw- it O2 VUL THL PHANTOM IORCI: m me wmd and the sun and the ocean m e stars on the cloud cos ered seas m e fragrance that tmgles emotron m re meadows that search for a breeze tetrs are the dews rn the mornrng That glrsten with unearthly glelms And my laughter rs claybreak s first warnrng To the silence of darkness and dreams My soul rs a part of each season That blooms wrth the breath of a chrld And prouts without questron or reason As a weed or a rose that rs wrld My heart has the heat of a droplet of lhlll As rt falls on a llDKI,Cl'll1KL' leaf And my fury and rage form the shryerrng wall Of a storm that lays prey on a reef I am part of the yoy and the sorrow 'Ihat trayels the roads of thrs earth Im the force that lWI'lI1gS forth exch tomorrow Wltlm all of whateyer rt s worth I m the music that floats without mcanmg Wlmeru the wmd echoes wrld ln the trees I m the frost that draws leay es when they re leanmg And burles therr remnants to freeze I am master of all that 18 breathrng And yudge of whatcycr seeks llfe In my hands I ye the power of wrctthrng The frlgments of prrdc and of strrte And though man h is tried wrth emotion To escape from my presence on earth Lrke the waxes that rexolye IH the ocean The result of my death rs my brrth Sosy KR1KoR1AN ANTICIPATION The lrght sprung breeze slrps through the trees And whrspers Come outsrde And dance wrth me and you wrll be As happy as a brrde On such a day Id lose to play I hastrly reply But alas your songs to gay lrlacs belong And not to such as I Ior they may dance as rn a trance I'rom mormng until nrght Wlmrle l must srt lrke a hypocrite And dull assignments wrrte Oh I would be some stalwart tree That grows beside a brook That I mrght tell of the sprung s deep spell Not of dates from a hrstory book C ome back my clear when summer s here Brrngrng farr weather too Ior school will end and then my friend Ill be free to waltz wrth you MARILHN Macro,-x Ml MORILS A drmpled smrle A tearful look A broken doll a splrntcred lookrng glass A rrbboned fro k A well worn book Tw as just the day before I took Her chrldlsh hand rn mme Ah' hold rt as ' A drmpled smrle A tearful look The years haye fled since she forsook The artlcss pleasures of a lrttle lass A rrbboned frock A well worn book She wades no more m splashrng brook Nor tumbles laughrng gayly rn the grass A drmpled smrle a tearful look She strll can gne The nursery nook ls bare My memorres lrc wrthrn alas A rrbboned frock a well worn book Ah Trme you are a thorough crook But there are thrngs whrch you must pass A drmpled smrle a tearful look A rxbboned frock a well worn book TovA Sm DER .1 V -V H - V ' A r, - - V K. 'ag 3 7 3, KK,f.7 5 1 I - VV ' -f' I .v xl yi . ' VV V VV ., -,Lf - - V V V 3 if -:Q x. . ' E fa , V. . rfb' C5 ' r . , V- 1 . .A A tt ,V 1 gs .V I V V . F' -T 5-211 , I ' ' A -f1. ,V-e,1,,V , ' ' ' ' xii 13142 its ' V ' ft V ' , -' ' . , ' Sf ' - ' I f A .-Ver . ,, 'N 1' rl V I , V .- I V .' I' th ' ' ' ' ' ' ', I' th K ' K ' ' v 5 ' ' , u V V 511, 1 tl V .1 . .1 V V. 'S My 2 K- , VK , H A , .., V ., , . K. K- , ., ' 1 '. ' Y '2 S ' '- ' l , . , , . , . . r ' ' - I . V 1 - v - - - - u v 1 A .V l , , V - Y V. ' 3 V . '. . Q . . K K he f ' 'c ' ' l h ' ,' - '. 'c '. K- ' V K- A y . ' y V , -A ' . , -' ,- , . r y . K- ' V ' ' ' , - V , . -K . ,. , , . . - V ,K- .y - V ' . V . ' 'K- K A ,K K. , , . , K. . , . . V ' I I I D 1 ' K ' If v . -- V I V - . I I , K , l I - . I I ' l ff. . 3 V ' y . V V . - . K- I VK- ' . ' . ' V A . l , . V 1 ' V . . V , V ,V ' , , A ' , ' l ,' ' , .I , K y . K1 . , 1 ' .l ' , . , , , , . , . v IK- ' s V' . ' y . , . as - V 1- ' V ' V 1 -nh- I ' 1 Y Y 1 r v I ' - I r Y 9 I 7 I K . V Y ' , . ' V

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wonm N THE afternoon of Monday, March 25, an enterprising young man named jules Bergman, who was currently Staff Photographer for The Hatchet, approached Faculty Adviser Mr. Martyn with a novel proposition. How about trying to take in the U.N.O. meetings at Hunter College and get some photos and a write-up for the '46 G. W. yearbook? The Faculty Adviser paused a moment and looked skeptical. Then he nodded, No harm trying. The next morning, Tuesday, March 26, found Jules on the Hunter College campus bright and early, armed with credentials from his school. He met the usual rebuffs from the guards at the college grounds, but finally got into the office of one of the top officials in charge of admissionsg and to put things briefly, he wound up with a pass to the regular press gallery, with permission to take photographs and make interviews wherever practicable. It happened that March 26 was a somewhat memorable day in U.N.O. affairs, for it was on this day that the Russian delegate walked out of the meet- ing in protest over the matter of discussing the Iranian question. Young Mr. Bergman sat in the press gallery among the world's famous in the field of journalism taking it all in and snapping pictures right and left. We take pleasure in presenting some of jules Bergman's pictures of the famous U.N.O. meeting, and we take pride also in the thought that probably we scooped the world of high school journalism on this particular occasion, at least as far as yearbooks are concerned. jules wrote a rather detailed account of the day's events and the significance of the Council's work as it appeared to him, but the limits of our available space permit us to print only a small part of the interesting information and comment that he gathered: A hush fell over the Council chamber as Dr. Quo, the President, entered. Seated around the Council table were the men upon whom the world had laid the responsibility of keeping the peace. In the balcony and all about the chamber were the reporters, photographers and radio men who would tell the world of the actions of the Security Council. For every delegate to the council there were 181 reporters, altogether almost 2,000. Only forty-five members of the general public had been admitted, the rest of the chamber was occupied by marines, guests of the Secretary-General, special guards, and U.N. employees. In the very front of the maple-walled and beige-draped room sat the eleven members of the Security Council. Directly in front of them, the interpreters and members of the Secretariat were seated. The television floodlights, cameras, and rushing messengers gave the whole chamber an air of expectancy . . . And now slight, bespectacled Dr. Quo was about to address the Council: 'I call the twenty-sixth meeting of the Security Council open. First on the agenda this morning is the report of the sub-committee appointed to establish the order of the voting procedure on the Iranian question . . . ' So much for jules Bergman, one of the best in a long line of line staff photographers who have served on Hatchet boards throughout the years. May good luck and success go with him always! it 'A' it

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FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT Aefomzel The Fnery sun sets oser shadowed land It smolders from behnnd the somber hnlls And dynng embers burst nn crnmson strand And then snnk baek beneath the purple rrlls slumber through a nnght of dark and pann wake from snlyery dreams and break thenr spell rnse above the mountann tops agann shnne another day on all who dwell And as those embers smolder nn the west A man of greatness Ines nn earthy mound The lnre of lnfe that burned wnthnn hns breast Was quenched by pann and strnfe whnch wore deaths gown But Inke the sun returnnng nn the morn I-Ins soul shall rnse to lead us ever on BARBARA Mnsssmt BALLADE OF GENTLEMEN S NAMES Barnaby son of exortatnon Aaron the lofty mountanneer Caesar defies abbreynatnon Rnchard the lnon knows no fear Epnmanandns sounds snncere Every name has a eertann shnne Yet nf I had to choose from here None would I eyer choose for mnne ohn fhns parents used modulatnon Olnx er somehow seems austere Thaddeus IS a trnfle queer Claudnus frowns wnth stnff seneer Bacchus yubnlant god of wnne Though each one must hare somethnng dear None would I es er choose for mnne Not that I laek apprecnatnon Not that I wnsh to be sex ere But none of them hold the fasennatnor That does the one name I rexere The name that s musne to my ear Ser-though these names are good md hne I lnft my sonce perhaps HE LL hear None would I exer ehoose for mnne Paul ns promnsed a brnght career Matthnas means a gnft dnsnne fharlne enlnxens the atmosphere Bu IDANNX s the one I wou d ehoose for mnne Tm A Smnxnre UNYIELDING WORDS A rondeau ns a merry lay Of rompnng thoughts nn nnmble play Or nocuous ones th It seethe and surge Land down to make an onerous dnrge Let s see shall I be dread or gay I snt before my task and wengh My thoughts Impressrons go and stay Set down and moulded they emerge A rondeau I put them down nn fine array In tbzr and then another way The yerse of extra feet I purge And nnto the French form I urge Unyneldnng words Thus I essay A rondeau CAROL MEYER WHAT S IT9 Heawens' What ns that? Drshrag7 flower? rrd Brother thats a hat What? A hat? Absurd ' Dnshrag3 Flower? Bnrd9 A ehapeau I sand What' A hat7 Absur ' Senses must have fled A Chapeau I sand Dnzzy frnolous thnng Blame thnng makes you grnn Dnzzy frnvolous thnng Heavens' What ns that! Blame thnng makes you grnn Brother thats a hat' I CAROL Mevnanz LOVE To wake up nn the mornnng glad of the world outsnde the wnndow 'Io feel the wrnd blownng through your hanr and snngnng through your yerns To pass your fellow man on the street and thnnk hnm your brother To feel the sun turnnng your blood to fnre 'Io expernenee the sheer eestasy and pure joy of merely benng alnye 'Ihns ns to ove NAWNEITL Posnsfnz Y . Y . D 7 . l . . My . 4 - Y -, To ' ' ' , To ' 'f V - e ' .A , ' To ' ' I ' , . 2 . To I . 1 Y ' O U Y . , , n . ' H I . r ' r I - ' ' ' . ' . B' ? v . ' 7 I V. . I l l . . , , , ' ' . . dl ' J 1 .- ' J. , ' , 'V k A I I, I A l . Samson glories in exultation. 590565 must have Hed- . . 4 I 7 U . . h- v A I , I . E . . a , I v-L -,y 3 ' I n .- V, s V , ' ' , , ' 7 4 ' 4 D s Y. vs , g V ng- . , 2 , ' ,I . V' V' ' ' ' C . V , . A I l 1 , D 7 ,Q ' 3 ' ' f 4 , . ' , . . L ' 7 V .A .Y Kg in . I .V Q fn. A L V1 A vt 'I 'A 1 .