Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1931 volume:

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Marie East ..... .... 2 3 ELEGY, Ruth Goldzweig ........... .... 2 5 SUNSET, Lillian Potkewitz .................... .... 2 6 SENIORS JUMPING ROPE, Virginia Fischer ............... .... 2 6 THIS UNEMPLOYMENT SITUATION, Florence Trubowltz .... .... 2 7 ILLUSION, Joyce Lifshutz ............................... ..... 2 7 SENIOR SECTION ............. .... 2 8-52 BACK TO NATURE, Marie East .... .,.. 5 3 BLUE AND GOLD EDITORIALS .... .... 5 4 POETS' CORNER ............... .... 5 '7 DRAMATICS .... ,,,, 5 8 ANNEX NOTES .. ,,,, 61 NEWS .......... ,,,, 6 4 GLUE AND BOLD... ....68 I I Nymph, Go Back YMPH, nymph, from the forest running, Slight, lovely, shaft, and white quiver, Stay a while longer in shadow, in purple Print from the leaves in the wind's shiver- It is too much for a fragile thing To slip into sun, untaught, unheeding, Leave this to birds and dark-skinned flowers Whose stripped hearts long before stopped bleeding. Return to Pan and the swift glimpses Of fauns in the dark's thrust, silver haired ..., You would be lost in the sun's turning, You would be pitifully ensnared- Leave it to us to walk in light, Mortals who have never known The deep, uncertainty of dark, The synthesis of forest-bone. We stagger out against the heave Of iire immortal, for we are Not things of music, as a nymph Who whittles pipings from a star, Who moves upon the inner air, The inmost breathing of the world- You would gasp like a young bee Within his first sweet Hower curled .... Go back to Pan, and to the sound Seven Eight His lips against the pipes thrust forth, There in the forest, where you see The moon unfold from south to north. Return and glow beneath it, only A slim gleam in the forest's swerve- The moon out here would pierce your body, The flame would burn your body's curve, For only in depth one dares to go With naked limbs and naked heart, There are a thousand spears in light To tear the brave, glad thing apart. . . And the gold shrilling of the earth Would stifle youg so you would stare, An unacquainted flower, bruised And battered on the mammoth air. You might not be unhurt enough To ever rise and bathe the wound In a dusky chrysalis .... You might sink where you had swooned, Down into the greedy soil, And feed yourself to ilower's roots Turned to April-you might be Engendered in the earth's shoots .... Nymph, go back, you were not meant To be, a flower, you are just A young sprite vaguely real, a dream Of wind and star and leaf's dust- An unreal thing can never come Into reality and stand The surety of life against The transient breast, the psycic hand. . . Nymph, return to the soft moving Of dim things unwaylaid by flame, If you are caught in the dawn's wonder, You will have only yourself to blame ...... Anna Elizabeth Bennett, June, 1931 The Tale of Eg-are and Amourette CContaining an account of the doings of Guinevere regarding Lancelot and a certain young ladyj NCE upon a time there was a knight. I shall not tell you his name, but since we must call him something for purposes of convenience, we may as well call him le Chevalier Egare. They called Gareth Beaumains -in fact, I think it was Egare himself who proposed this title-so if French he the fashion, French it shall be in deference to our knight. Egare was not of quite as great renown in Arthur's court as Lancelot, for instance, but he was quite as well liked as anybody, and I prefer Egare infinitely to Galahad. However., one day, while Egare was seeing how great a color-metamor- phosis teasing could make in Sir Kay's lemony face, a beautiful maiden entered the great wide hall. She had long, dark hair, and eyes which approached their darkness rather through grey than brown, a very white skin, and she was tall and well built. She advanced toward the King with such a queenly air and such consciousness of beauty in her gaze that Guinevere glanced apprehen- sivcly at Lancelot. As soon as Guinevere ascertained that Alnourette was prettier than she, immediately the nose of the better royal half was turned heavenwards, and kept at that precarious angle all the time Amourette was there, thus making the Queen lose a chance of flirting with Lancelot. As you have probably already prophesied, my clever reader, Egare was immediately enslaved by the charlns of this lovely demoiselle, so he decided that he would be the one that would ride through the forest to Nine kill the dragons or giant the lady probably wished to have killed, and his arm would somehow find its way around Amourette's waist, and the sheer romantic deliciousness of the situation would give speech to his tongue -well, he was somewhat astonished when Amourette, departing from the usual order of things by not stating that there was somewhere a monster ogre with one eye, and a face full of hideous blotches, and no nose or mouth, merely explained to Arthur that she wished to be escorted through a dangerous forest where a fierce enemy lay awaiting her. Egare very promptly offered himself, and of course Arthur consented to his going. Guinevere, burning to see whether Lancelot were safe, thought her nose might venture down from its exalted position, but no, that odious, beauti- ful creature was still there, and Arthur was inviting her to have dinner with the company, because she was the daughter of his dearest friend. Why did Amourette have to be placed next to Lancelot? And there she was, looking three times as fascinating as Guinevere herself, smiling at Lancelot, who was putting on a killing look already! Why-Why-if it came to that-if Guinevere couldn't even have her own lover-where then was the advantage in being Queen? However, to make a plain tale still plainer, we will only relate that Egare swiftly bedazzled Amourette before she could entangle Lancelot, and Guinevere could have gone down on her knees to Egare for it. On the way through the perilous forest, after a terrible combat with the fierce enemy, in which the ogre's head went waltzing down a hill, and Egare had flicked off a leaf from his spotless sleeve and resumed his ride with the lady, his arm somehow found its way around Amourette's waist, and the sheer romantic deliciousness gave speech to his tongueg Amourette of course, blushed and looked out from under her eyelashes, and laid her head lovingly against her knight's shoulder, after having let the ardent Egare snatch his first kiss from the coy maiden. However, perhaps we are being too interested in this sort of thing already, so we shall watch the pair turn about face to Arthur's court, where they were married. Then Guinevere had a colossal job on her hands: how to keep Lance- lot away from Mrs. Amourette fwe don't dare to say or vice-versaj. How- ever Madame was so engrossed with her handsome Egare that she didn't overwork Guinevere, and in about a year and a day, a knight was des- patched to Arthur's very dearest friend with a message from Egare which announced, in the language of those days, something to this effect: Mother and child are doing well. Aurelia Leflier, January, 1933. Ten A New York 'I' was rush hour in the Tailor Shop in the factory town of the yet-to-be babies, and when I was hurried into the fitting room, the angel who was to equip me with my imagination was so weary, that she cut it out by the wrong pattern, and found it much too large. She was too much fatigued to fashion another, and she knew that discarding this precious substance was prohibited, so she rolled it up, and slipped it in, and looked for a place to send me where this overblessing wouldn't shrivel from under- nourishment. She found the place in a big old fashioned rectory, set in a lovely garden in a sleepy Vermont town. The long happy hours spent there fostered this inherent imagination, and my dreams gradually became so entwined with my surroundings, that even now, as I look back, it is impossible to distinguish between the two. In the garden there were many nooks and crannies in which the fairies might well have lived, and I remember wondering one day, when I crushed a tiny insect on the gravel path, whether that creature might not have heard the swish of my skirts and thought it a tempest, the crunch of my steps and thought it a blast of thunder, felt my final step and thought it a furious cyclone. Realizing that this was possible, it seemed a logical conclusion that our storms were but the movement of a colossal race, and death by accident but the careless step of a giant. I had a friend of about my own age, and together we enacted our fairy tales. My room had a small balcony, and there we waited for the prince to come scrambling up the rose lattice to us. While this sport was most popular, my aunt went to New York on business, and returned laden with gifts and descriptions for us. After this it was no longer in a balcony, but far up a skyscraper, that we waited for our prince to climb over the roses. It never occurred to us to doubt the existence of the roses. Soon, with what wonder-lore we had gleaned from my aunt, and the greater supply taken from our own fertile imaginations, we made New York our Dream City. We visioned it populated with little girls, dressed in silks and satins, riding milk white ponies through glittering streets. These girls, although they were beautiful to me then, would seem strange in many ways if I could see them now, for they all had long black curls, red hair-ribbons, and--eye glasses! Their hair was always black because mine Eleven was light, curly because mine was relentlessly straight, and long because mine was kept short. I often dreamed of a miraculous growth of hair which shortened every time I played a prank-a result of reading Pinnoccio. My demoiselles wore red hair ribbons because my hair was too red itself to permit any indulgence in my favorite color. The glasses were probably added because my eyes were too keen to make it necessary for me to wear them. I had my answers all prepared, so that, if a terrible ogre should ask me whether or not I wanted to wear glasses, I could immediately say no, and pretend surprise and sorrow when he forced me to wear them. During this time my father went away for a week, and the night after his return my mother entered our room with such a mysterious air that we knew a surprise was in store for us instead of the usual Robert Louis Stevenson poems, and we curled, up in anticipation. First she asked us in a delightfully confident way whether we could keep a secret. We hastened to assure her that we could. Then, to prolong the delicious suspense, she gave us three guesses as to what the secret was. Because of my age and sex, I was yielded first guess. A puppy? I ventured, and immediately wished I hadn't, for I hated to hurt my mother by making her admit that it wasn't. Mother shook her head, but, much to my relief, not sadly. After Frederick had guessed even a tricycle, and she had said, Better, we could wait no longer, but demanded a prompt explanation. The only sound in the room after she told us that we were going to move to New York, the city of dreams, was a very weak '6Oh. My dreams that night were a wild farrago, the main current of which showed a girl with black curls, red ribbons, glasses, pony and all, who ma- jestically scattered gold coins left and right. As she rode nearer I recog- nized her as myself! The next morning we plied father with innumerable questions, and he told us about his trip, step by step. When we learned about trains which ran on bridges in the air, and others which ran under rivers, all of which could be ridden on for five cents, we were confounded. In our small town there was but one railroad, and trains meant long journeys. After the narration had continued for quite a time, father casually mentioned ........ opening the gate, and was stopped short. A gate? To what? '4Why, to the fence, of course! To what fence, Daddy? Twelve Then he explained-our new house had a fence! This impressed us tremendously. Richford houses didn't have fences! It also made things simpler, for it would be much easier to pick our house out quickly. I didn't keep the secret. When my friend refused to believe some of my fantastic tales about New York, I blurted it out to prove my point. I even added that we were going simply because she was so mean to me, and furthermore, that she would never receive any presents from me. She was completely suppressed, and even tearfully begged my mother to stay, promising to mend her ways. The long-awaited day finally arrived, and we boarded the train with no other mishap than my brother's fall into a puddle and the consequent temporary ruin of a previously immaculate white suit. We entered New York through a dirty, squalid, section of the city, which certainly did not measure up to my fantastic expectations. Perhaps the only reason that the shattering of all my visions did not leave me un- happy was that things were so diEerent that they kept me absorbed. The bedding, hanging out of windows to air, the children in the streets, the pushcarts, and the crowds, were so astounding to me that my eyes seemed too small. My father, because it was convenient, and to oblige me, took us to our new home by the elevated railway. I never go around a curve on one to this day, without remembering that first ride, when I measured the distance to every housetop. . Now, although I have learned that little girls here don't all ride ponies, and can't all have red ribbons, indeed, don't even want glassesg although I know that the buildings are not gold, and the people are not as wealthy in money as they might wish, although I've changed these dreams for others, I still believe that New York is, at heart, a fairyland. Barbara Tripp, January, 1933. SYMBOL Pm past the age to romp and run, I have to live with little fung But still I have as wish and hope: A rainbow for my skipping rope. Aldona Mikolainis, June, 1931. Thirteen - -- Fourteen Felled Tree HIS tree, this tree, whose eager hands Were curving up against the sky To catch the swoop of beauty bound In April flaming, swift and high, Has had the emerald notes cast out Of its deep throat and the song-begun., And lies, a broken thing., against The smoky moving of the air, Its lips too mute for bitter moan, Its heart too still to care, to care- How can you know who are not tree, Who are not sister to the wind, Who are not mother to a bird, The sorrow of a body pinned Within a cerement of frost, The passionate negation and The breaking of the burning wings- Almost its opal tongue had thrown Into the day, a joyous word, But it was cruelly refused, Like a dropped star, a stifled bird, A crystal heritage, its all. Nearly within the tremulous hour, It was deprived of the dream, again, It was refused its heart's flower .... But if you had said to the cruel night That this was nothing-a tree denied Its April right, and beauty's spears And gloryis wounds, you lied you lied' Anna Elizabeth Bennett, June, 1931 The Cruise of the Artemis HERE is no state so admirable as the unconscious one: poets, oblivious to all save the Muse, are, undoubtedly, thereg musicians, dancers, painters, all, the artists, the blessed of God, have become insensitive to reality as personified in frigidity, frivolity, and friction. This aesthetic torpor is produced, we are told, by the semi-conscious, by mystic communi- cation with a realm forbidden, and justly so, to any individual who might dare call a spade a spade. How much more effective it is to suggest the spade, in the inimitable manner of the Imagists, thus: Deeper Deeper Deeper Into the stony ground- Earth-stained, storm-battered, iron-hearted- Deeper Deeper Deeper Into the worm-souled earth- That is a spade. And it is quite evident that nothing half so eloquent could have been written by the stolid brotherhood who have seen spades. Thus, unawareness lifts one above earthly things and deposits one on a lofty eminence from which one may clutch at halos, wings, and other heavenly trappings. Naturally the unconscious are small in number and cherish this sign of individuality with all the fervor of the artistic tem- perament. Unfortunately a strange thing is happening. Persons who are neither artists nor blessed of God have become possessed of the power of unconsciousness, whereas the artists and the blessed of God have be- come increasingly aware of their position. The former are, quite surpris- ingly, simple beings, entirely brainless and utterly charming. Fifteen Perhaps the one quality makes possible the other, but without doubt Shar Davis possessed the two. He was a young, aimless vagabond with a gift for idleness and an itch for adventure. His education had been wholly neglected, and had left him delightfully ignorant. Nothing wrong or ugly had ever disturbed him, for his presence, in itself, banished evil and 'thought of evil. He was lying on the deck of a battered sloop, twiddling his thumbs, and gazing whimsically into the air. Near him stood a pail of dirty water, wedged in firmly by some coal bags. A rather pitiful mop leaned on the bags. The deck should have been swabbed an hour ago, but Shar had for- gotten all about it, and at any rate, Shar thought the ship looked unnatural when she was clean. This was very true. The Artemis, named by a late ship-master with a passion for mythology and salt-pork, looked very much like a small boy scraped clean for Sunday, when she was tidied. Shar had seen her first, looking dark and wobbly. She had just come in from sea and she had weathered her storms none too well. In fact, Artemis had such an adventurous air about her, that Shar was moved to get a place aboard her. Another individual had been moved as strongly as Shar, and had succumbed to the temptation of having a lark from which the regulation brass band and blue buttons would be absent. Life was a procession of brass bands for him. His name was Kennard Wood, and he was an author, who wrote psychoanalytical novels and gave speeches on modern culture. He had blown his own horn so effectively that he could aiord to stand by and listen to other people's horns. Nor was this as gratifying as Kennard had imagined. The literati were becoming ridiculous in his eyes, and the very thought cloyed. Kennard soon discovered Shar, and Shar's literary possibilities. The two spoke together, when the work was done, of what they thought, and hoped, and loved. Since Shar was untainted by the influence of other men's ideas, he was refreshingly new and delightful to Kennard. Unable to escape pen and ink, Kennard wrote a book about Shar. It was not as consciously analytical as the others had been. The reviewers pounced on it eagerly. A breath of fresh air, a wind which blows the cobwebs from one's consciousness, and lets something beautiful and young enter in. This was a variation on the theme of delighted response which greeted the novel. And Kennard wondered silently, What do they know about it? Ruth Goldzweig, June, 1931. Sixteen v--- On Writing An Essay EFORE me lie the unsuggestive paper, the mathematical-looking pen, the frowning ink bottle. In me is a perfect blank of a mind. Out of these four unpromising ingredients I must cook me an essay that will at once get a good mark, make a favorable impression on a new teacher, and still be done in ten minutes. O Goddess of Ideas, whoever you are, incline your inspiring eyes this way! I gaze across the table at my friend, wonderingly, uncomprehendingly. With her thumb nail doomed to fast destruction in her mouth, she is feverishly scratching away at Being Adolescent. Ah! I get a brilliant idea! My topic is not as good as hers! Very well, I proceed to discard my own feeble subject in favor of the more workable one of hers. I take a nice, clean sheet of paper, fill my bursting pen anew, put my thumb imitatively into my mouth, and try to scratch also. The last- named process goes on but slowly. I very artistically head my paper, and put on the third line, ostentatiously, On Being Adolescent? I leave a line eloquently blank, and begin: HADOLESCENTS ARE VERY FUNNY? No, but that's the wrong word. Miss --- said one mustn't use 4'funny when one means queen Very well, scratch! scratch! scratch! Presto! Behold the word queer miraculously evolved out of funny , and accompanied and surrounded by a beautiful feathery roughness, somewhat tinted with blue, which gives the paper an air of subtle nonchalance, carelessness. But still, I mean funny also. I mean they make one laugh. So I charge bravely into the fray: NADOLESCENTS ARE VERY QUEER AND THEY ARE VERY FUNNY. Having said that, I perceive that I have aired out all my stupendously wealthy stock of opinions. What on earth can that girl see in being adolescent? Seventeen Amy, what do you do after you say they are queer and funny? Amy emerges briefly out of her vortex, answers enigmatically, Say why , and plunges back again. What can she mean? That I should say why they are funny? Well, I don t think they are particularly funny, but Mother's Child Study book seemed to think so. THEY ARE FUNNY AT FIRST BE- CAUSE THEY HAVE SUCH LONG- , here I run aground. SPINDLE- SHANKSW, Pm sure I should say, but I don't know just how Miss -- will relish such a descriptive word. Well, P11 chance it. WITH THEIR LONG 'SPINDLESHANKS2 THEY ARE QUEER TOO. THAT'S BECAUSE THEIR LEGS LOOK MORE LIKE SPIDERS THAN LIKE LEGS. I don't really think they look a bit like spiders, but the book did say something about spiders. Amy, what after you say why? You say when. When??? When they're adolescent, of course. But I think I said that. Well, Amy's probably right. THEY ARE LIKE THAT WHEN THEY'RE ADOLESCENT3' Amy, what goes next? Why nothing. Then you have a graceful ending, and it's all finished. I don't think mine is, but she must know. A graceful ending??? Well, some of them can dance gracefully, but an ending--?? However, MOST ADOLESCENTS HAVE A GRACEFUL ENDING. Aurelia Lefller, January, 1933. THIS IS SHE From out her heart a light is spread As from the facets of a jewel. And in her brain the white thoughts turn, And with a subtle beauty burn. Her soul is made of scarlet thread Wound on a silver spool. And visioned in her quiet eyes A solitude of spirit lies. Marie East, June, 1931. Eighteen Gypsy Fever Gypsies love to roam In the path of the silvery stars- Singing their song to the moon With the twang of their throbbing guitars- 19, up Their caravans are waiting ,A, , A By the .side of the vagabonds' trail- . ' ' ' M With the flickering camp-fires calling As the glory of night grows pale. Florence Rodin, January, 1932. -,iii-.il--11-11 Life Having experienced to some extent the passion of modern youths for cynicism and futility, and having subsequently observed their manifestations of this attitude to be a flat failure, we feel the necessity for revealing them unto themselves. Compare me not unto a violet leaf g Such sweet unworldliness is lost to me. How can you doubt my wisdom's pedigree? Cr see my cynic's air with unbelief? But if in nature you would truly find A suitable comparison for me, Say I am like a gnarled and crabbed tree, Or at its dusty root, a mouldy rind. Or if a violet leaf you still prefer, Compare me to the wilted curling leaf Whose hour of loveliness has been too brief. Compare me to the wormy heart it bore, And seeing my true bitterness, aver Me like unto its wry and bitter core. Marie East, June, 1931. Nineteen 1 1-1-fr - Rhapsody in Tan-A Fantasy UNSET! The great king of the heavens sends forth fiery darts of color over a tired world! A peaceful scene meets the eye-a large green field and a tree, under which is .... ah!! little does humanity realize its beauty! .... under the tree is-ah! doesn't her countenance bespeak the truth of centuries! .... under the tree is .... see how lightly her form wanders over the clover-covered grass which resembles a phos- phorescent lake-under the tree is-see her eyes which sparkle like pools of melted silver!-under the tree is-oh humanity what have you come to? Can't you see the worth of this dainty creature who seems to be sprinkled with fairy star-dust? under the tree is-oh most beautiful of most beautiful things-as Keats said, A thing of beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness! ' under the tree is-oh most poetic of beings whose soul shines forth like a torch on a cynic world!- under the tree is-see the gentle movement of her sweet mouth as she consumes her simple repast!-under the tree is-how can I go on when I am overwhelmed with her charm, her poise, her loveliness! Ah ye who do not understand! ye who are blind to poetry! ye who are pedants! ye who-it is dark now-the perfumed dusk has settled! Requiescat in pace -under the tree is ...... a cow! ! ! Amy Lieberman, January, 1933. THE MOON The moon is a supple swing- Pushed by a breath of wind, Suspended by slender chains of stars She rides thru the sky, Tireless, incessant. Sadie Goodman, June, 1932. Twenty Tragedy HEY found her dead in the court yard of the tall building. She lay there, a broken thingg but peace was on her face. I knew her tragic story, since my family and hers were neighbors in the old country. Lisa was young and happy. Her parents were of the better country type, her home was pleasant, and a definite agreement had been made between her and Boris. However, Lisa was troubled with severe headaches that left her worn out and sick. Talk was made of an evil eye, but nothing was done for the poor girl. And she continued to suker. In the old country there is a belief that a dead person has great power before he is lowered into the ground. A touch from such a person's hand is reputed to have cured numerous illnesses. When one day a pious old lady fell ill and died, Lisa was taken to the death room, and much against her will, the cold, withered hand was drawn across her forehead. Lisa felt the touch, and in horror fell into a swoon. For days she was ill. When she finally went back to the work of the house she was often terrified by the feel of a clammy hand on her head. These sudden feelings became more frequent, and Lisa's face took on a haunted look. She was not the same. When she was alone she would scream and sob hysterically if she but heard a sudden noise. That dead hand seemed to be forcing down on her poor head, and tearing her frightened heart. Suddenly she was taken to America. In the life of New York she seemed to lose her dread. She would walk in the crowded streets, and lose all pain, as she felt the stream of humanity against her. One rainy day she found herself deserted, and, looking up into the sky, she saw descending on her the same hand, cruel and relentless. Now she knew she was lost. Useless was her mad journey, and that brief respite from fear was merely the preparation, the courage, to make that final plunge. Lisa was dead now-the hand had finally cured her pain. Sivia Friedman, January, 1932. Twenty-one Organs Are Emancipated YGIENISTS have constantly told us that the human race would be far healthier if every member of it walked on all fours, since, as bipeds, we cramp our organs. If biologists should make some remarkable discovery which proved conclusively the truth of this theory, a law would probably be passed commanding all to use four limbs for walking and always to be in a more or less horizontal position. And then? Let us watch a young lady go to a dance with her escort. A taxi- cab awaits them only a few steps away, andthe lady walks over this distance gracefully on all fours. She is wearing a long chiEon dress, a delicate wrap, and long white glovesg while her escort in full dress wears spats on his ex-feet and manages to carry a cane. They make such a handsome couple! The ball is evidently an exclusive one, and fashionably-dressed women and distinguished-looking men stroll about, using four legs for this act. When they dance they are in an oblique position, forming a triangle with the floor, each dancer being one side of this triangle. The musicians, too, are in extremely awkward positions. The pianist's feet rest on a table which is as high as the piano, while his hands extend over to the keys. The violinists and the players of the wind instruments have their feet on the floor and there are blocks of wood on which they rest their chests, bending over in order to be in an almost horizontal position. Leaving these merry-makers, we enter a place of justice-a court. All are seated in puppy fashion save a lawyer, eloquently pleading his case on all fours. But his eloquence avails him nothing-his client must go to jail. He has been seen walking upright on two feet, and is an attempted suicide. Celia Star, June, 1932. Twenty-two Wag, Tongues, Wag! EFORE the town of Littlefield had quite reached that commercial stage of development popularly known as flourishing, its most venerated institution was the Dobbs Memorial Library. The donor was characterized as a umagnanimous patron of educational facilities. Al- though the bare structure was one of rustic simplicity, it was felt that rather by the patron's good taste than otherwise did it harmonize so strictly with its surroundings, and, although the library was open for two full hours a day, rare were the lulls in which the librarian could peruse sur- reptitiously the neglected classics of her uncultivated youth. With the appointment of Mrs. Timley as librarian, the town had acquired a problem, for one of its standard remarks had become, We'll never find anyone to take her place. Mrs. Timley is really so eiiicient. What would we do without her? Mrs. Timley had gained this post rather through her vices than by her virtues, for being an avidly observant widow, well versed in current gossip, she could readily recommend suitable books to her fellow townsmen. Mrs. Timley's desire for gossip had never lain dormant, nor had it been in any degree suppressed, and she had long employed her favorite ruse for getting to the bottom of a situation as enticing as Cap'n Dave's. Her clairvoyant ability in telling fortunes by tea-leaf formations, had brought her fame in the vicinity. And so, as Jean and David approached to have a book charged, Mrs. Timley decided to get to the bottom of this situation too. Why, how are you, Jean ? she said. It does seem too bad I don't see more of you when you live right next door. Maybe you could come and have tea with me this evening? I could tell your fortune, too. You know we're all so interested in your career. Why, Mrs. Timley-- Oh, yes we are, now. You come too, Cap'n Dave, and do bring your wife along. I have so much to say to her-about the library, she added, leaving no opportunity for refusal. And so Jean and David went out. David Grover, who had acquired along with a dapper little catboat, the laconic title of Cap'n, kept a trim dairy. Ruth, his wife, was a genial companion. Such a nice woman, toog so active in promoting interest in the library. Twenty-three Jean Merkley, on the other hand had remained aloof ever since the town daily had published her free verse about railroad trains. David, who had no taste in poetry, had been most impressed. Jean cherished her trifling prestige, and all her life, having ached to scintillate, found in it ample excuse for posing. Perhaps because she was spare and nervous and over thirty, her most determined pose was that of youth in revolt against the injustices of a harsh world. David had been a most complacent towns- man until she suddenly informed him that, had parental opinion not forced him to settle down, he might have been a famous actor. Now the extent of David's acting had been a comic part in some charitable performances, and so he had at first been amazed, then complimented and slightly amused, and finally the idea had become so mountainous a molehill, that David was thinking of leaving Ruth, to try his luck on the New York stage. He lingered to chat when he brought Jean's milk, and caused the town to murmur, he drove her home from a fair in his fringe-roofed surrey, and caused the town to stir uneasilyg he took her for a ride in his catboat, and set the town by its ear! lk 'll Sl' HK Sk They were gathered around Mrs. Timley's marble-topped table, David Grover, his wife Ruth, and Jean. They sat and sipped Mrs. Timley's tea, which always seemed more bitter because of the anticipated fortune-tell- ing. Ruth Grover chatted whole heartedly. She had no gossipy tendencies, and therefore was quite unaware that David was being thought rather foolish. She was a little humdrum, perhaps Cas a result of farm workl, reflected the genteel Mrs. Timley, but she was so jolly. David's cup was clouded with tea leaves, providing a lucrative field for Mrs. Timley's fortune-telling. He drained the cup and handed it to her, saying, Do I make a wish 'P' Hold your cup upside down and wish. All right! Here you are. And then Mrs. Timley made her prophecy, perhaps inadvertantly in- fluenced by several remarks Jean had made during the course of the evening. Why, Cap'n Dave, I see you here dressed all in flowing robes, yes, on a stage, and there's a crowd down below you. And here, see, there's a rooster crowing-there-see its tail-that means success! Jean nudged David surreptitiously. His face held a rapt and noble expression. Ruth smiled at him and nodded, pleased. Twenty- four Then Mrs. Timley sighed and began with arch solemnity, And now, C.ap'n Dave, I want to tell you-uh-perhaps you'd better tell him, Ruth. David glanced apprehensively at Jean. His decision to become an actor had been painstakingly concealed! That fortune, though .... Well, David, Ruth said, you know we're trying to get more people interested in the library. We've decided to give a play to raise money for new books, and you are our hero! David stared, and coughed wheezily to submerge a gasp. What do you think of that ? Mrs. Timley tittered triumphantly. Habitually amiable, David began to smile, although wryly. All of a gsudden he grinned-charmingly-and said, Well, Mrs. Timl9Y, my fortune's coming true. Early the next morning, Mrs. Timley moved briskly towards her din- ing room window. Parting the curtains a splinter's width, she watched. In the next garden, Jean was obviously weeding a flower bed. A jolting milk cart stopped in front of her door. But no David lingered to plan a stage career that morning. One of the town boys, who frequently helped in the dairy, jumped down unconcernedly, and swung out a can of milk. Such a morsel for the Wag-tongues! And so the town of Littlefield has solved its problem. For as Time brews bitterness of frustrated revolt and sentimentality, it will find an excellent successor to Mrs. Timley. Marie G. East, June, 1931. ELEGY Only the winds can tell what he was For the winds alone were his confidantes. . He would be free: yet none else could find To qualify. And so he told his emotion to the winds And cried aloud the strength of him And the swift blinding beauty that was his- And he whispered the self-contempt, and the Ashen emptiness-his due of life. . He would be free-He was alone, And pitying self, knew not, nor cared to know Whether his existence was but illusion, spun from the Ceaseless clamoring of his will. He stood erect- Grant him so much praise, 0 world who will not see Till it is too late--Grant him this, and let the rest remain In the mating of the winds-They, too, are free- Ruth Goldzweiga June, 1931. Twenty-five Sunset PEECHLESS with admiration, I stood in the midst of the long over- hanging clothes-lines of my backyard, gazing at the wondrous beauties of nature. Low in the horizon, just above Mrs. Trotsky's son's stockings, the warm-colored tones of Mr. Goldenbergsky's red B.V.D.'s glared forth. Far ahead, between the white fleecy folds of a bed sheet, fwashed in Rinsoj my eager eyes met the magnif-gee! that drop hit me full in the eye. Mrs. Wise should wring her clothes more carefully! Once more, the pleasant rays of the fast setting sun, shining through the moth-eaten petti- coat beside me, fell upon the dismal puddle below. Above, a blue, a very rich blue blanket, floated gently to and fro in the calm breeze from Mrs. Teitlebaum's electric fan, in time with the heavenly waltz from Mrs. Goldberg's radio. Yet my thoughts centered not on these trivial wonders of nature, but on the beautiful majestic sun, as it made its stately exit behind the blue hues of a sign advertising Flilt. Ah! for a sunset in a crowded backyard! Lillian Potkewitz, June, 1933. SENIORS JUMPING ROPE! Pvc oft been told, as most girls have, Do as the Seniors do! Be dignified, and more grown up, And quiet on the avenue. Don't shriek and jump or run and play, You're getting much too old. The Seniors never do, do they? They're not so rough and bold. And yet t'was just the other day, I saw, to my delight, The Seniors in the yard, at play, Screaming with all their might. In and out like Indians, they tore, Dodged about in every way. Those dignified, grown-up Seniors, Were jumping rope that day! Virginia Fischer, 1934. Twenty-six This Unemployment Situation E was selling apples, and she, oranges. Both of them were on 116th Street. Every day a coal black little negro boy could be seen along with him, and the father, for so he proved to be, tried to amuse him by making mud pies. Furtively she would glance at these two. One day the little boy was hungry and refused to fill himself up with apples. He made known his hunger in some very audible ejaculations. Sweetly she stepped over and handed him an orange. Ever since then those three have been the closest of friends, and I wasn't at all surprised to discover, a week later, that the two stands had merged. Shortly after, he and she were married, and now I find one stand and two persons less on 116th Street. This, I suspect, is how the unemployment situation is being solved. Florence S. Trubowitz, June, 1932. AN ANCIENT LADY Your voice is the monotonous stir Of wind among the reeds. And softly are your words Hung down, As fall the sower's seeds. Your muted voice holds only tones Of unobstrusive gray, Like music from a virginal That long had ceased to play. Marie East, June, 1931. Illusion HE child's face was rapt .... and rather triumphant .... signs of deep happiness in every line. Something in it reminded one of builders, creators, makers of beauty .......... And then from the violin, that he held tenderly, lovingly-thinking he was making music-issued such horrid, discordant sounds, that one wished to laugh or shriek .... the tension was so great. And one would have laughed, only one looked at his face. Rapt, and rather triumphant ...... Signs of deep happiness in every line. Something in it reminded one of builders, creators, makers of beauty .......... Joyce Lifshutz, June, 1931. Twenty-seven f ,, Q. Q Llzzff A TILL!! RUSSACK - JHAPQO SYLVIA DWIN-SKY f ff. l LL .X wnnm Sl . X J KOSH b 3 l- ALUXWIPI MWSCLAQ Q MARIE CAST amy Q70 L WWC! nu mc s. usa DQDOTHY noemso Q ANNA sa FQ J NXLADND OREN CLTZ U 9 PERSUNALITIES AMONG OUR SENIOIQS L J '- Q' B MA 0 ' F 5 Lx f la. : f . X Z' I I W RVDRCY H N W N VPIDC -V A 'I A Qc . mama K- 'lv een-rv , FL! cc - M fw Lew mf' comm' . s SENIOR CELEBRITIES QChosen by popular vote? Adviser-Miss Teresa C. Cox Reading right from top: '!PS F0 ' Head Girl, Sadie Samuel Literary Light, Marie East Class Poet. Anna Bennett 'Class Actress, Betty Lrulince Efficiency Expert, Tillie Shapiro Class Athlete, Anna, Skelton 'Class Artist, Elizabeth Russack Most Charming, Florence Meltz Most Popular, Dorothy Robinson Best-all-around, Marjorie Fleiss ALWEISS, SYLVIA The heights are not far oil And still she grows- AMMIRATI, CARMELA Shine, little one, shine Despite the powder. ANTSIS, LILLIAN Could any combination be worse- Senlor, fiddler, and tlrst soprano voice? ANTSIS, PEARL Is that the Wind moaning in the trees? No, it's only Pearl ilounderlng around the high C's. AUGUSTOWICZ, AGNES Today is Frlday - She shouts with glee, Graduation's coming- How halllly she'll be! BAKERMAN, CLARA Constancy in talking leads to frustrated ambition on the part of others. BARRY, ROSE She plays bridge with hearts. BENJES, ALVA Eco- A sight to dream of, not to tell. BEREZOW, BELLA A sylph she would be, Ah, me! S0 free A lass and yet- So will-powered. BERKOWITZ, FLORENCE When sl1e's in the first car, You can hear her in the last. BERNHAUT, CLARA And art made tongue-tied by authority. BERKOWITZ, JEANETTE Everything she knows is written on her forehead. Thirty-one Thirty-two BERNSTEIN, SYLVIA For I am nothing, if not critical. BESKIN, ROSALIND Why take life so seriously? You'll never get out of it alive. BISHEN, FLORENCE They also serve who only stand and walt. BLACKMAN, IIENRIETTA Love in Spring Valley is S0 dllferent. BLIEDEN, DORA Bump, Bump! falls down the floor And up she goes, and asks for more- Oh, yes, lt's basketball, BLOMQUIST, ESTHER. Like Esther of old, There's lots about Esther That still is untold. BOARDMAN, VIRGINIA A sense of humor is the oil of life's engine. What oil you use, we can't imagine. BOGUL, MURIEL Although she hasn't. a double chin, It doesn't mean she's getting thin. BOLLINGER, MARGUERITE She may be a. lofty senior, But she still babbles ln baby talk. BORESHNIKOFF, TILLIE A slave to duty. BOTFELD, RUTH Her blush is beautiful, but sometimes inconvenient. BOTTER, MIRIAM Who would blame all on the piano, And nought on the pianist? BOYLE, ANNA 1 One of our S. O. C.'s fsociety of eminent coquettesj. BUESCHEL, DOROTHY Others grow- She alone is wind-blown. CARBONE, ANGELINA Though outwardly resembling her beatiflc name, We wonder if her inner thoughts are quite as tame. CATTERSON, CATHERINE She never says boo! CEDEIEBAUM, RUTH She rushes crushes. CHERMINSKI, JEANETTE All blushes are not fruit stains! CHILD, GERTRUDE Talent shapes itself in stillnessg character in the tumult of the world. CHRISTENSEN, VIOLET The proverbial shrinking one- CHUDNOVSKY, HELEN Our North Carolina R. R. She's never on time. COHEN, ALICE Nothing is had for nothing. COHEN, ANNA Of silence, seniors are very proud. Anna. forgets herself and thinks out loud. COIIEN, DOROTHY Procrastinations are so helpful in recitations. W w 1 1 w w , l Thirty-three I l Thirty- four COHEN, ELSIE Racquet or racket? COHEN, MIRIAM If ever you're weary and depressed, Call on Mimi, the psychoanalysis CUNNELL, ESTHER Don't you think that ear-rings make people look sophisticated? CUMBERBATCI-I, EDNA By its cover, you ca,n't judge a. book: Nor Edna, by her innocent look. DERSE, HELEN A very much would-be pianist With a. very much won't-be audience. DESSART, GENEVIEVE When I was in Europe. DEUTCHINIAN, YETTA And the meek shall inherit the earth. What did you get? DINGLEY, ELEANOR We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted. DIVINSKY, SYLVIA Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which centers only in the mind. DOLCE, FLORENCE Too had that you're misunderstood, but we understand. DONELLA, DOMICELLA And when you stick on eonversat1on's burrs, Don'tustrew your path with those dreadful urs. DOUGVLASS, FRANCES To those who think American art too uniform, I dedicate this page. EBERHART, CAROLINE Our eminent Rotarian. EDELMAN, MOLLIE Wh0 Wmlld he what She iSn't. EISENBERG, BEATRICE Oh, don't the days seem dark and long, when all goes right, and nothing wrong? ELLENBERG, ADELLA Another freak-half-baby, half-Rapper. ELLIS, RHODA There, there, little girl, don't you cry, You'll be tive feet by and by. EVENDORF, MIRIAM How many ladies belle their looks! EWALD, EUNICE So quiet, she ca.n't hear herself think. FASSLER, FLORENCE If all thought alike it would be very much as if none thought at all. FELDMAN, FANNIE Another North Carolina,- They must run on the same track. FINKELSTEIN, FRANCES At least we're losing one of the Finkel- stein family. FISCHER, AVIS There's a madness in her methods. FLEIG, LOUISE Her nose ls like fly-paper. It's always stuck up. Thirty-five Thirty-six FLEISS, MARJORIE Don't step on lt. It might be Lon Chaney. FLINT, RUTH We always like those who admire: us: we do not always like those whom we admire. Fox, RUTH We thought and thought, but found it use- BSS So llrfally, we decided to eau ner Ruth-less. FRIEDLAND, BEATRICE So gay is she and plump, That we, deliberately, into her bump. FRIEDMAN, ALICE Although her thoughts are very choice, Power is lacking in her voice. FRIEDMAN, MARY She worries about what she should, but she doesn't. FRIEDMAN, SADIE Be not simply goody be good for something. FURINO, LUCY And they say that monkeys chatter! GARABRANT, FLORENCE Like me, like my mirror. GATTO, JENNIE M2810 has a. charm which no one can res s , But when you begin to play, we wish you would desist. GENTILE, TERESA You'd be simply grand if you weren't all that you are. GERVASL, CARMELLA J. We say some things We think others. 2 GINSBURG, IRMA G. 5 M0nday's theme song- Is he stunning! GLASS, RUTH You are a little carefree, we hear tell, Bu5?you do know your Espanol-quite we GLASSGOLD, SARAH When. Sarah isn't studying, She's just studies. GOLDBERG, FRANCES Light-haired, light.-hearted, light- headed? GOLDBERG, HELEN Bows on hair do not compare With beaux on a string. GOLDZWEIG, RUTH Ho Giant-This is I I have built me a. bean stalk up into: your sky. La., but it's lovely up so high! GOTTLIEB, DIANA You're too interesting a. prospect. Beware of the big, bad men! GREENFIELD, FANNY And they call her I-l0ney !!! GRIFFEL, JOHANNA Slow to anger, but when wound up, We seek the exit. and the shortest cut. GROSSMAN, MILDRED Even the most clever devices can't hide Your scholastic vices. GRUBER, FLORENCE Knock, knock, we go, But no, oh, nog No sound will come, H0-hum-Ho-hum- GUGLIELMO, CLARE E. Clare is very petite And her voice is just as sweet CD Thirty'-seven Thirty-eight HACKER, BEATRICE Investigations sometimes set Higher valuations on one's work. HANDSMAN, MAMIE You think you're grown-up we've a hunch, When you wear ear-rings and go out to lunch. HARDT, EDNA M. Every cloud has a silver lining. HARWICK, EVELYN C. Let's el'lj0y life! HAYES, HELEN L. She'll have to hear the conversations Of patients matchfng operations. HENRY, DOROTHY C. So seldom does she speak, we wonder if she can. How that is belied by her vigorous soprano! HENRY, INGE L. Be yourself. HEWITT, MILDRED A. She has IT -at the end of her name. I-IIRSCHHORN, ESTI-IER If there's anything special CU about Esther to see, It's just one thing, tha.t's St. John's key. HIRSII, ROSE You always used to be late. Did you come to school by freight? HITCHCOCK, ALMA D. Murder will out- So will giggles. HOFFMAN, FRIEDA Uncomfortably makes other uncom- fortable. HOODOFF, GERTRUDE H. A rare collector of bobby pins, HOROWITZ, HELEN Oh, for the face that launched a thousand ships! But, of course this is another Helen-. HOYSRADT, ELIZABETH M. Even a. parrot has his ecfhlo. HOYSRADT, SALLY B. She has a lot of growth outside her head. HUBERTY, RUTH R. She who is everywhere is nowhere. JOCHNOWITZ, HELEN R. Helen Wills to be a Helen Wills. JOHANSON, IDA M. Absence used to make a. lover frown, But nowadays it makes your marks go down. JOHNSON, EMMA 0. Though Concord stands for many virtues It must have overlooked prevarlcations fThose excuses after the flfth period!!! JUCHTER, RUTH A. The cloying sweetness of ether. KAI-IN, HARRIET When she desires peace, she prepares for war. KAPLAN, ROSE Music class comes, Music class goes, Still we live on. KAILES, FLORENCE The perfect secretary for the absent- minded professor. E Thirty-nine Forty KAUFMAN, ESTHER. You seem to get all Your exercise running to school! KELLEY, CATHERINE J. Of live burial you're on the verge We swear, as from the hook-room you emerge. KENNA, ELIZABETH You're so much more than really shows! KIRSCHENBAUM, ROSE K. Vallltas, Vanltatls, F. KLEIN, MARGARET H, She collects money with such an art, We wonder where she got her start. KORMAN, EVA Some of us slip, but we don't all tumble. KOSH, MIRIAM Miria.m's two loves- The constitution and the sound of her voice. KRAMER, ROSALIND Another Homeric simile: Stop waving your hand in class: you look like a, windmill. KRANBERG, LILLIAN Do you still adore math? KREFFT. REGINA She is all right in her way: she doesn't weigh enough. KRISTOL, LILLIAN She is always in motion-slow motion. KUSHLAN, RACHEL Still waters run deep. LACK, MILDRED Mildred diets to distraction, But tell the truth-don't sweets give satisfaction? LAMINIEY. MAGDALENE Magdalene in the annex used to be a saint. But lf you ask me now it's exactly what she ain't. LANDAU, SELMA There's no one that I'd llke to be Half as much as I and me! LANDESMAN, KATE It is easier to be critical than correct. LEIBMAN, FRANCES One of Frances's greatest sins is the wearing of diiferent fraternity pins. LEIBOWITZ, PEARL Chairman of the Committee on Windows, Fresh Air and Allxled Problems. LERNER, GOLDIE A mathematical problem. LEVINE, HELEN Mirth, with thee I mean to live! LEVINSON. SHIRLEY History depends on its teacher. LEWIS, GOLDIE A young philosopher is an old fool. LICHTENSTEIN, HILDA Absence makes the heart grow fonder. There's no hope, she's never absent. LIEBERMAN, LILLIAN Crisp and neatg Quite complete. F arty-one F arty-two LIFSHUTZ, JOYCE When Joyce begins to teach the teachers how to teach. LIPSCHITZ, HILDA The mighty mite. LIPOWITZ, SYLVIA That innocent stare isn't going to lead you anywhere. LIPSKIN, ELEANOR Up to her neck in the problems of life. LOBDELL, JANET What's a boy to say, What's a boy to know, When daring eyes say Yes, And yet her lips say No, LOMBERG, LILLIAN Why havenft mothers more faith ln their daughters? LONDENSKY, VIRGINIA Bluding goes over only in some classes! LULINCE, BETTY What's a mind? N0 matter. What is matter? Never mind. MACHIOTE, HELEN Is being absent-an old Spanish custom? MAGGIN, LILLIAN Straight as a stick, untrained as a shrew- If you don't dx that hair, something will happen to you. MANDEL, ELEANOR All salty tears and torrential hows she dis- carded when she put on long clothes. MANDI-JL, ROSE Always bellttlinh NIEE, CATHERINE A perfect Woman nobly planned - Except the legs, you understand. Tl1ey're very long: they're very thln, And cause poor Catherine much chagrin. JOHNSTON, EILEEN When the Paramount has Rudy Vallee Eileen's away from school all day in mind or body. MIKOLAINIS, ALDONA May not that ilattering unction to your sou. MILLER, MINNIE Brightness is not necessarily lightness. MILLER, ZYRA Determined to be dCtCl'IIliIlCd. MILSTEIN, ROSE Versatile-from arithmetic to algebra. MINK, BEATRICE Apologies account only for that which they do not alter. MITIDIERI, CARMELLA A short miss- But in French and German A miss by a long shot. MOSKOWITZ, RUTH :fair voice is like that of a lark with laryn- s. NATKIN, MARY Oh, to be a famous violinist! You always did have peculiar ideafljs. NEWMAN, MARGUERITE So wide a lass was never seen From Timbuctuo to Aberdeen. NEWMEYER, EDNA She smiles And heaven does ope Astounded- F orty-three F orty- four NIRENBERG, SYLVIA Is it love or lack of grind That makes history slip your mind? NUNZIATA, MARIA If good things come in small packages, you are a big mistake. ODESSKY, MILDRED Do y0l1 think She likes me? OFFENBACH, YETTA Olfenbach Has no Knock! OSTROLENG, DORA She's a child of the Muses and a coloratura soprano. But her artistic high C was not yet found on the piano. PACKMAN, CELIA Laughter makes the world gfrjow round. PARTON, CLARA And this girl plays tennis because it makes her think! PERRY, ANNA Perry said, Don't give up the ship! We think the ship's still sinking: that's why there's water on the brain. PINKOFSKY, EMMA Leaning towers of Pisa Are not supported by bobby pins. POLOTOFSKY, SELMA Sh-Sh- She has a. secret passion. PRATT, GERTRUDE Talking, talking, on she goes- Telllng the world about her woes. PRESS, SYLVIA There's always come compensation for trouble. RABIN, IRENE We do give you credit: your hair ls long now. RANIERI, ANNA Come hither all ye that weep, Have your cares spread afar- By Anna's mighty Ha, Ha, I-Ia. RINDFLEISCH, MILDRED A wealth of width, A breath of brain. ROSEN, RUTH To club meetings Ruth does not incline, But when there is food, she won't decline. ROSENBERG, TESSIE Oh, may you find or may you win, A garden to hide your shyness ln. ROSENTHAL, MYRTLE A mathematician-always calculating how to reduce her dgure. ROTHSTEIN, LILLIAN Live and think. RUBENSTEIN, ANNA Ear-rings, hypnotic looks - soon detected- Can all this be real, or ls it affected? RUBINSTEIN, ZELDA Is it modesty or self-effacing efficiency? RUDOLPH, BLANCHE All mothers don't read knocks, do they? RUDOLPH, SYLVIA She's never better than she should bel RUSSACK, ELIZABETH Cinderella come to life. l 1 F orty-five 3 2 F arty-six RUTCHIK, GRACE Grace is going in for interior decorating- decorating parlors. SACKS, RUTH The weigh of all flesh, SALADINO, MARIE A patient one! Oh, pillar of restraint! SALVANO, CATHERINE It's too much trouble as a- rule- To come regularly to school. sAM1s, BEATRICE Lady, be good. 1 SAMUELS, PEARL A pearl is a gem, sometimes synthetic. SANTOCKI, JENNIE Dlsgusted millionaire! SCHAUMAN, SYLVIA Only fools dance and make giddy. SCHEIN, CHARLOTTE Big blue eyes and a baby face, Slowness is just about her pace. SCHIFFMAN, ESTELLE Stafcomlrs walking advertisement. SCHECHTER, ETHEL Persistingly silent like a door-knob. SCHNEITI-IORST, ELSIE When Elsie walks along wirth Bea They represent a bar-graph- One-the depths of depression, The other-the heights of prosperity. SCHRADER, FRANCES Whom not even critics criticize. SCHUB, HELEN As long as her name. SCI-IUBB, BEATRICE Do what she will to avoid looking tubby, They always pronounce her name as Cl1ubby. SCHWEITZER, LILLIAN N0thiHg to be dispalred Of-yet. SENDROWITZ, LILLIAN Who has too much to think about to think of homework. sn-IBERT, MARGOT Expanding-how? SHAPIRO, TILLIE Communist Humanitarian Humorist Is that all? SIBBEL, IRMA Does this Sibyl know the underworld? SIEGLER, ETHEL Dual personalities are no longer chic. SIGNORILE, BEATRICE Flashing eyes, jet black hair- Is that what makes the people stare? SIMAN, SYLVIA Every time she opens her mouth, she puts her foot in it. SIMINOW, ELEANOR, We can be more clever than one, but not more clever than all. Forty-seven F orty-eight SOLIDAR, YETTA A perfect rectangle. SKELTON, ANNA Cursed Willh an appetite keen I am And I'll subdue it- And I'll subdue it- And I'll subdue it-with cold roast lamb. SMITH, CAROLINE Contented to be content. SNYDER, FREDA Be good, gwefetg maid! STARKS, MARION Stark the pillar of the school-solid stone. STERN, CLAIRE Cauldrons of egoism always Scorch. STEINBERG, ESTHER The private secretary who wishes all the private news made public. STEINGEISER, LILLIAN Absolutely knockproof-until you know her. TAMBOR, MINNIE Once in her life a girl must raise a. riot, But this little maid is never quiet, TERRY, MIRIADI BI. T. THALER, CELIA Sophistlcation does not lie in such blooming youthll? THALER, GLADYS Her good point is physical-geography. THIELE, DOROTHEA Too quiet to be unsuspectecl. TODD, DOROTHEA One has to be an early bird to catch this Bookworm. TOLCHINSKY, SHIRLEY Dance, dance and whirl about- You'll get tired and then pop out. TOLK, HELEN Ear-rings no less, a wave in her hair, 3he's a woman at last, laugh if you are. TRAVERS, EVELYN 10011, talkie, pantomine included- Provided the giggle is excluded. WACHNER, ANNA Tripping hither, tripping thither, All a.-flutter, all a.-twitter. WALL DOROTHY A bee in one's ear-always buzzing. WALL, REGINA Hello, Minnie! WANSHEL, SYLVIA Try a. new line, our hook is too small. WARRINGTON, ALMA Slam! Bang! What's it all about? Last one in, tlrst one out. WEINBERG, SYLVIA It must have been Big Ben that woke her up. WEINSTEIN, RUTH You'd be in some Jam- If Y011 didn't cram. - F orty-nine J I' Fifty WEINTRAUB, CHARLOTTE Ho-Hum doesn't answer every question!!? WEISS, LILLIAN Your motto must be Silence 15 Golden. WEISS, MIRIAM Her heart is like India, rubber- It stretches to include each new crush. WEISSMAN, FLORENCE Indispensible to the tennis team-she chases the ball. WEISMAN, ROSE Save your breath for your porridge. WESLOCK, ELEANOR Willa. Cather, the famous novelist? Oh, well, she's good, too. WETHEREL, ETHEL Modesty becomes a young man. Does it become a young woman? WILLUSCIIAT, EDNA I never saw a taller lass, You are so very high- You surely must have bumped the stars Or wedged your head in the sky. ZARR, LILLIAN If height determined character, you'd be without a reputation. ZEIDMAN, EDITH Tllli:f was an old woman lived under a ll. If she's not gone, she lives there still. ZELINSKY, JENNIE Until life's end, the mirror will be her best friend. ZEMETRA, ELEANOR Never put off for tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. An Unmentioned Washington Y, g - N the name of the Muses of Travel and Truth, escent glimpses of Washington, not so apparent perhaps to the seeker of historical data, but im- pressions more persistantly remembered because they are momentary. 1. The Washington Monument. I entomb in my close walls The tourist of undaunted pep, Who scales my stony cupola By mounting STEP hy STEP. 2. Washington is truly a country city. You may pass countless crowded stores, and innumer- able tightly-packed houses in the residential sections, but still there persists a consciousness of ' the serene Potomac, and of the nearness of hills and trees, and of the spaciousness of the sky. On the main thoroughfares, which radiate from the Capitol like the spokes of a gigantic wheel, there are structures quite as high as some in New York, but they are so fre- quently of sheer white that they make no shadowy canyons of the streets below. 3. When we visited the Corcoran Art Gallery we were drawn to inspect some groups of sculpture, including statues of Apollo and Hermes, and their companions of mythology, to whom we are so often and so urgently referred. In a room a little withdrawn from their society, we came upon the immense statue of the Puritan, a copy of the one by St. Gaudens, which is in Massachusetts. We liked the Puritan for the unexpected kindness in his stern face. Despite the strictness of his life, and the maturity of his bearing, he had an air of freedom! 4. Walking up the wide flight of steps before the Lincoln monu- ment, we saw the face of Lincoln- bronze at first, and indistinct-but growing clearer and more gentle, hewn in white marble, the kind and gracious spirit that was his. F i fty-one are gathered together upon this page evan- The Funny Sheet of Staff Interviews by Celia Star, June, 1932 MARIE EAST Asked why she wrote more poetry than prose, replied that all prose should be poetry. If it happens to be prose, the instinct is perverted CFathom thatlj Wrote from a natural desire. Always rotten CSo she thinksj. Intends to enter N. Y. U. and probably write and get a lot of rejection slips. Likes to write about things she knows. Hobbies? '4Well, I can play checkerslv ANNA ELIZABETH BENNETT Began to make rhymes at age of three. Favorites are Edna St. Vin- cent Millay, Elinor Wylie, Glenn Ward Drestach, and Lola Ridge. Expects to study at Rollins College. Ambition is to be an editor. Would also like to study art. Boasts of ancestors1early Americans who sprang from English and Scotch. ALDONA MIKOLAINIS Galsworthy, Dorothy Parker, Shelley, are favorites. Expects to go to college, but has no definite ambitions. Asked for a secret for success in writing, said she had no success in writing. To a demand as to how she had developed her style of writing, replied that she had no style. Was in much too frivolous a mood to permit further torturing and so we aban- doned attempts. DIANA HIRSH Obviously has a sense of humor. When asked, 4'When did you begin to write? answered, '60h, in the low grades of grammar school. You see, I did my homework? Never liked Mother Goose. Favorite sports are tennis and watching football. Especially likes Shelley, Morley, Amy Lowell, Galsworthy, Edna St. Vincent Millay. Radcliffe is the college of her choice and journalism to be the Iield of her endeavors. ELIZABETH RUSSACK Gets inspiration from things about her. Studies people about her and thinks subway an excellent place for study. Loves museums, especially the Metropolitan. Plans to go to Pratt Institute. Would like to be teacher of art and do other art work besides. Has no boy friends. Loves to be called Lizzie.9, Doesn't like to have her good looks commented on. Plays hockey and basketball. Dirty smudge on nose is an indication of her artistic inclination. F i fly-two Back To Nature From the Diary of a Burr My life is spent in chestnut trees, I often Hear the squirrels sneeze. With every pushing wind I rise To prick the vagrant butterflies. Baby Jelly Fish to Spoiled Child Oh, I'm a pretty bit of goo ' To poke your pudgy linger through, Annoyed because I can't be made A substitute for marmalade. Sequence to Ye Moderne Shoure Ty raine has made ty floures sproute. Adultes are all icumen oute, Ty clothes-pin boats to steppe uponne That chyldrenne sette assail to Guam. A Wasted Hour I am a thief of Time, or worse, To spend an hour on stupid verse. COI1, little Hour, come back, my love. Why did I waste you on the above?J Marie East, June, 1931. Fi fty-three THE GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL, BROOKLYN Dr. William L. Felter, Principal EDITORIAL STAFF Marie East, Editor-in-Chief Diana Hirsh, Assistant Editor Aldona Mikolainis, Senior Editor Florence Kailes, Staff Librarian Anna Bennett Elsie Reich Ruth Goldzweig Sylvia Goldwater Joyce Lifshutz Sadie Goodman Eleanor Weslock Rose Morrison Sivia Friedman Norma Richman ART STAFF Elizabeth Russack, Chairman Sylvia Cohen Mollie Nierman Helen Derse Marian Romeo BUSINESS SECRETARY Estelle Schiiman FACULTY ADVISERS Miss Schmidt Miss Stevenson i1-l1 Celia Star Dorothy Taylor Aurelia Lefller Amy Lieberman Barbara Tripp Eleanor Siminow Marie Vertefeuille Mr. Jenkins Member of the Columbia Scholastic Press Association ,l.. 111- We wish to extend our thanks to Miss Gunther and her typing classes, for their generous co-operation in getting the BLUE AND GOLD ready for pressg and to Marion Harris for last-minute typing. Fi fty- four , 7. EDITORIALS The Principal of the Girls' High School last fall addressed a large audience at the Maxwell Training School. The gathering was under the auspices of a patriotic society interested in preparing SPONGE OR women to vote. Of the four oflicers seated upon the RADIUM platform three were graduates of the Girls' High School. Mrs. Samuel P. Ward, the first president of the Parents' Association connected with this school, in a conversation with the principal recently, commented upon the fact that so many women active in Parents' Associations as members or oflicers are Girls' High School graduates. Mrs. Ward mentioned one residing in the Bronx as well as several others, especially Mrs. Cleveland Edwards, Vice-President of the United Parents' Association. Now this is as it should be. An education should not only prepare its recipient to be good, but to be good for something. A purely selfish individual acquiring an education is like a sponge always absorbing, but never giving out, save under pressure. An education may make the learner learned, but it fails of its purpose if it fails to make the learner a helpful member of society. There are so many opportunities in women's work, social, philanthropic, political, religious, all calling for educated leader- ship. Society needs to have its standards upheld and its ideals promul- gated, its customs defended, and intelligent women are necessary to achieve these ends. The body politic needs forceful educated women to realize political ideals, and society, which taxes itself for public education, has a right to demand educated leadership as an investment upon the vast, sums paid for education. Will you be a sponge or a bit of radium? Dr. William L. Felter. Firty-five It is our pleasure to re-establish a custom fallen into disuse, and to reset a precedent neglected for many terms. Our belief is that the practise of having an editorial page was abandoned because ARIA of the unfounded notion that students lacked any interest in DA CAPO itg but, since your pride and our conceit prevent either of us from admitting any such thing, it is our secret theory that the editorials lacked an interest in the students. To revert to that ancient idyll of our youth, the nursery rhyme, we do not propose to emulate the old woman tossed high in a basket to sweep the cobwebs away from the moon. We wield no heavy brush of reform, but merely suggest that there may be a faint necessity for editorials. For instance, this necessity may be made apparent through the following sample. Creak-Thrump-Thur-rump-et cetera. An infrequent visitor might possibly connect the measured beat with Schumann's two grenadiers, but any well-informed person would realize immediately THE CAP that it is but the vigorous accompaniment afforded by some THAT FITS idle spectators at an assembly, to the speaker of the day. Unfortunately, all topics have not universal appeal. But it is a fine thing indeed for a speaker to attempt to transmit his enthusiasm in a subject to others who have not yet explored that particular iield. His is a sincere effort to interest. His knowledge may open new vistas of culture to some fellow-student, laboring to hear. Surely you recall, how at the very moment you most wished to hear, there was a neavy tapping under someone's chair, and seats creaked audibly. Our only comment is-would we were all born gifted actors, that we might simulate courtesy, although we had it not! The BLUE AND GOLD wishes to thank its contributors, who although they may not see their manuscripts in this number either through lack of suitability or of space, are to be sincerely congrat- WE GRASP ulated upon their interest and co-operation in the SOME NETTLES publication of this magazine. Our Stai Librarian reports that we have received 14-9 contributions during the term, besides those which appear in this issue. The divisions submitted manuscripts as follows: Grade 6-36, Grade 8-28, Grade 5-19, Grade 2-17, Grade 3-15, Grade 4--14, Grade 1-12, Grade 7-8. All material contributed from September, 1930 -May, 1931, is filed alphabetically. If you would like to have your manuscript back again, please call for it during the week of June 8 -12. Fi fty-six PIIET ' C0llNlill It was many years ago, when I was teaching in the Annex of the Girls' High School, that the idea occurred to me, of founding among the girls a club for the reading of good literature. They were first year pupils, those charter members, selected from various sections because of their possessing the rare quality of intellectual curiosity. It was my description of Westminster Abbey and the pictures I displayed that de- termined them to be known as The Poets' Corner. It is pleasant to know that the club contained a vital spark which has enabled it to continue to the present day. It is interesting, too, to learn that the members are turning to creative work in connection with their reading. To fill a page of The Blue and Gold is surely a worthy ambition, and is doubly gratifying to me because I was the adviser of the group of girls who founded The Blue and Gold. So it is with a lively interest and with warmest good wishes that, from Julia Richman High School, I send my greetings to those members of my Alma Mater who are concerned in the Poets' Corner of The Blue and Gold. Rowena Keith Keyes, Chairman, Department of English, Julia Richman High School. INUTTERANCE Dark-skinned maiden with the dancing eyes, Why do you speak so thinly, painfully? Your voice should stand out full with rich warmth As golden-hued asters cloaked with dew. New-born morning, you are not in my blood, My soul is too tired to dance with you, You remind me of a strong-winged fledgling Leaving his warm nest and trying to sing. Eleanor Lipskin, June, 1931. F i fty-seven ml, DRAMATICS Officers of the Dramatic Society: pn.:- President ......... Betty Lulince Treasurer ........ Sylvia Divinsky Vice-President ....... Helen Tolk Settings .......... Audrey Wrede Secretary ........,.. Marie East Make-up ......... Dorothy Taylor Play reader ........ Miriam Stein MEMBERS Division 8-Marie East, Dora Ostroleng, Betty Lulince, Helen Tolk, Florence Meltz, Marjorie Fleiss, Audrey Wrede, Sylvia Divinsky. Division 7-Olga Muzyka, Marian Rosengarten. Division 6-Miriam Stein, Doro- thy Taylor, Jane McDonald, Betty Ann Haight. Division 5-Kathleen Irvin, Florence Stariield. The Dramatic Society is looking particularly angelic and grateful these past few months, and for a good reason, too. The financial returns from the Mikado production were so successful that The Dramatics Society was able to start on a much cherished project, that is, the founding of a dramatics section in the library, composed of the best books on the theater. It is hoped that this library will be of much help to the various divisions around stunt time. The Society has likewise done much to encourage research among its own members by visiting diiferent theaters in New York. Recently it paid a visit to the Davenport Free Theater to see Sir Henry Irving's The Bells, and it is planning to visit Station WJZ in the near future. The following are the casts for the Settlement Club plays: for All on a Summer's Dayn by Colin Campbell Clement, One, Marjorie Fleissg '4Two, ' Olga Muzyka, '6Three, ' Audrey Wredeg 4'Mammy, Laura Cole- man, for Triiles by Susan Glaspellg County Attorney, Sylvia Divinskyg Sheriff, Kathleen Irving Mr. Hale, Betty Lulince, 6'Mrs. Halef' Ma1'ie Fi fty-eight Eastg Mrs. Peters, Florence Meltzg for the faculty play A Terribly Exciting Aiair in One Act by A. A. Milneg Mary, Miss Raphg John, Mr. Schumerg Hero, Mr. Amatullig Heroine, Miss Patterson, Chief Villain, Mr. Grazerg Bad Man, Dora Ostroleng. And now for a fond farewell from one of our dear, departing seniors: I AM AN ACTRESS! by Dora Ostroleng The world at my feet! The plaudits and bravos of my adoring public! I am another Lind, another Bernhardt, another Duse, another Garbo Cin embryol. I am a member of the Dramatics Society-I am an actress! How well I remember those exciting first times, when I was about to be tried out for the Dramatic Society, with none to comfort me but Lancelot Montissa, friend and confidant, now CA1as!j dead, Lancelot-the goldfishg Ah! The memory of that ordeal in the auditorium, stammering my little piece, then running the gamut of emotions in the privacy of the Rest Room! Then the thrill of hearing backstage colloquialisms,-curtain, lights, action, -the smell of greasepaint, the joy of your first appearance! The spot- light makes your eyes tear, perspiration and greasepaint ooze down your neck, your throat is parched, your heart beats furiously, and why? oh Why? is your memory failing at this crucial moment? Soon, however, you regain your bearings, and act Cyou hopej with the finesse of a veteran. On with the show! NOTICE TO PROSPECTIVE CANDIDATES The dramatic tryouts will be held toward the end of the term. You are advised to choose a two minute selection from a Shakespearian or other play and to prepare it in a manner best calculated to show your acting ability. Diana Hirsh. NPETER IBBETSONW Peter Ibbetson as a play taken from the Du Maurier novel of the some name, almost manages to surpass the book in dreaminess. Its theme is too well known to bear much repetition. Suiiice it to say that it is the story of a young man and woman, who, separated in life, manage to find each other when they dream true. Dennis King as Peter is a romantic and charming young man. Jessie Royce Landis plays the part of the Duchess of Towers as though in a daze, whereupon the play becomes for us an elusive, gliding phantasy, very lovely and very soothing, which makes Peter Ibbetson an ideal play for a warm evening in June. Reviewed by Vera Liebert, June, 1932. F i fty-nine Channing Pollock's House Beautiful 'Beauty is truthg truth beauty'-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. Truth and beauty,-scorned by youth, but lost by age! What place has a person with ideals in this world? Yet, one must live on. And so the very young are gradually stripped of their high standards, and left bared to the cynicism of the old youth. To these light-seekers, the House Beautiful is the sturdy raft that bears their burden till their ship comes in. Its simplicity and sweetness of thought refresh one. To think that there are others on this earth with lofty sentiments !-Can it be that the rest of the audience are harboring similar thoughts? Perhaps they too must wear masks before the world. Now they shed them,-applaud furiously for the lovely Jennifer who sees in Archie her knight, Lancelot, Galahad, Arthur--all. What would her life have been without her ideals? A round of drudgery,-still, she glowed with the spirit of joy, and glowing caught the eye and heart of all about her. Archie too was noble. To- gether, they gave the world another soldier for the caus1+Richard Davis, .Shieldbearerg together they gave youth, hope, a foundation for the struggle that we will endure if we are to live, not merely to exist, but to live, and to live beautifully. For we want our house to be as beautiful as Jennifer's. Reviewed by Marjorie R. Fleiss, June, 1931. Alison's House Alison's House, which, after a season at the Civic Repertory, has been awarded the Pulitzer prize, is, in brief, the life story of Emily Dickin- son, or, as we learn of her in this, the most recent of Susan Glaspell's plays, Alison Stanhope. Unless the discovery, in the third act, of a great number of Alison's poems may be considered a theme, Alison's House is unique in that it possesses nothing of the sort. Though we meet not Alison, but her descendants, the play is permeated so deeply with her spirit that her presence before us becomes an actuality. Josephine Hutchinson as the straight-laced Louise presents in a comparatively in- significant role one of the finest performances of the entire play. Reviewed by Vera Liebert, June, 1932. Sixty ANNEXL NOTEQ The Annex girls are very proud of the fact that they won a prize at the recent Stunt Contest. All the costumes and scenery were made by themselves and the total cost was only eleven dollars. The first third terminated quite successfully for some of the Annex- ites. The following girls received four honors: Anita Berenbach, Marjory Abrahams, Jacqueline Greenfield and Jean Yatrofsky. The Annex has an especially clean atmosphere as a result of the strenuous eiforts put forth during Clean-Up Week. The Maroon Ties have planned a Masquerade Party for Regents Week and so are eagerly looking forward to the week which most nf us dread. Note: The goldfish in the oflice expressed a desire to be remembered to their friends at the Main. ARCHAEOLOGY T looks as though some of the Annexites may become archaeologistsg in fact they have already made a beginning. A group of girls from Room 6 took a trip up to the Annex Attic and found a lot of historic evidence. The building, as everyone knows, is very old, having been built in Revolu- tionary times. History tells us that it was originally a real little red school- house. Every day children of the ,74's and '75's went there to school. But during the war the British troops took possession of the building and used it as a place in which to house their more noted prisoners, who were confined to the upper part or attic of the building. They were chained there for days and days. They had nothing to do but keep the rats company and think of how the war was progressing, ...... . Marjorie D. Abrahams, January, 1935. Sixty-one O-n-V-e-1-o-p-e ALLY was bewildered. It was unusual for George, whom she had known as a jolly classmate since childhood, to be so quiet, and she decided to discover the cause, if she could. Knowing George's nature, she merely sat still on the porch of the hotel where they were all staying, and looked at him, expecting him to explain any minute. She didn't have long to wait. Sally, said he, you were always a good pal, and now, Pve a con- fession to make, hoping you can help me out of my latest fix. You see, he began, last night it was so hot in my bedroom, that I got up, and dressed only in my pajamas, went outside, intending to stroll about on the lawn until it became cooler. I walked around for a few minutes, and then started towards the house. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, I felt a gun against my ribs. Straining my eyes, I made out the dim outline of a man. 'Well,' I said, trying to seem at ease, 'what's up?' 6 'Plenty,' was the answer in a voice I immediately recognized as be- longing to a flashy gentleman, rooming in this hotel, 'and if you know the meaning of M-U-M, and will just stay right here, and keep a lookout for sleep-walkers and anyone else who should happen along, you'll get a thousand smackers. I was still half asleep, and I said yes. I don't know how they found the combination to the safe, but in ten minutes I struck a match and looked at what had been given me-sure enough, it was a one-thousand dollar bill. '61 went upstairs, took a shower, and tried to fall asleep, but the shower merely cleared my brain, and, for the first time, I realized what I had done. Now, you see Sally, it has been on my conscience all night and Pd try hard to make those two crooks return their shares and help me return my share, except that they threatened to 'snitch that I was an accomplice? Please, Sally, forget that I have told you anything. So saying he jumped up and was about to leave, when Sally quickly asked, Who was that man, George, Mr. Porter? Yes, he replied, and was gone. Sally arose and went up to her room. With her small portable S ixty-two typewriter, she typed a few lines on two blank sheets of paper. One, she put in an envelope which she firmly sealed. The other she attached to the envelope with a clip. It read- Bell-boy, Give this to Mr. Porter. No one else. Never mind who sent it. Here is a dollar tip. This she left where the bell-boy was sure to find it. Then she went into her room and watched through the keyhole. Before long she noted, with satisfaction, that the bell-boy had picked it up. Mr. Porter could hardly believe his eyes and had to read the note in his hand twice, before he could fully comprehend its meaning. Mr. Porter, You are discovered. Unless you and your Ctwoj accomplices put all of the money you took into an onvelope and put it under the first cushion to the left side in the sofa near the door, by five-thirty o'clock this evening, you shall be turned over to the police. Signed- The Shadow. Mr. Porter glanced at the clock. It was four-thirty. He had one hour to decide. He called his room-mate. Well, what do you say? he asked. Pm not yellow, replied the room-mate. But, said Porter, if all of the money is not there we'll be locked up, and Pm going to return mine. Well, let's see what that young guy has to say about it. Majority rules. When George was told, naturally he asked to see the note. He handed his share of the money to Porter. After supper George invited Sally for a ride. After riding in silence for a while, he stopped the car. How did you have the nerve to do it? he exclaimed. George! how do you know? I knew it was you, Sal, he replied. Do you think Pd give that money to any blackmailer? But how? she persisted. '6You always did spell envelope 0-N-V-E-L-O-P-E. Don't you remem- ber how you lost a spelling bee one time on account of that? Jean Yatrofsky, January, 1935. Sixty-three LOYAL LEAGUE To quote Miss Marjorie R. Fleiss, President of the Loyal League, Considering the economic depression and the increased dues required for Loyal League membership because of the combination of the 'Blue and Gold' with the Loyal League, we feel that the percentage of member- ship 1911705 is satisfactory. That the system inaugurated will meet with still greater success we have no doubt. Art Department-Two senior girls received medals from the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, for the beautiful posters they submitted in the Humane Contest. Eleanor Siminow received a silver medal. Elizabeth RTISBHCIQ received a bronze medal. French Department-We congratulate Mr. Cushman on his recovery from his accident. The annual inter-high school contest in French, held under the aus- pices of the '6Comite Central des Societes Francaises et de langue Francaise de New York, was held at Townsend Harris High School on March 27. The contest consisted of an essay written in French, on a topic assigned on the day of the contest. Girls' High School sent three candidates of whom two have been selected for the oral contest to be held on May 22. They are Dora Kramer and Marie Saladino. Mr. Maxime Mongendre, French Consul General, will preside at the awarding of the prizes, which will take place immediately after the oral contest, and will be open to the friends of the candidates. Music Department-The Glee Club recently visited the Naval Hospital and gave a short program. They also enjoyed a Tea and Cimarron Friday afternoon, May 1. Sixty- four Physics Department-Now Miss Leonie Newton, er-Mrs. Merril Willett, has gone and done it. In order to encourage the study of science, the Science Club will award each term, a prize to the graduate having the highest average class rating in any of three sciences which she may have pursued in her high school course. Any prospective graduate whose average mark in science was 90170 or over should fill out an application blank in room 115 as soon as she knows her final marks. Spanish Department-Three girls received kits from the Castile Com- pany: Amelia Hymonitz, Division 35 Ruth Olsen, Division 75 Sadie Mangel, Division 5, for essays on Spain. IN MEMORIAM Mrs. Graeter's time was so taken up with the best that life has to oifer that there was no room for pettiness or rancor. She sought the highest, not for the self-satisfaction it would bring but to pass it on to others. Many candles have received their flame from the glowing torch of her ideals and, though she has carried her torch Beyond, the candles will bllrll and grow brighter as a testimony to her fruitful life. Agora Literary Society President, Elizabeth Kenna. Adviser, Miss Marie Guidi. You will join us eventually-why not -now? Athena President, Rosalind Kramer. Adviser, Miss Helen Forshew. Minerva has built a memorial which is more lasting than bronze. -Horace. Dresser Debating Society President, Sivia Friedman. Adviser, Miss Reta Witherbee. Dresser's distinction demands devilishly delightful diversifications. F elter Literary President, Genevieve Dessart. Adviser, Miss Eilie Carter. Famous Felter furnishes food for fun, friendships, and fundamentals. Sixty-five French Club President, Dora Ostroleng. Adviser, Miss Alice Matthey. Songs, en- tertainments, and discussions, all in French-even French refresh- ments! German Club President, Irma Sibbell. Adviser, Miss Johanna Wisthaler. We lay stress on altruism. Girls' High Debating Society President, Marjorie Fleiss. Adviser, Miss Carol Petersen. For inter- esting debates, literary discussions, and good times, join G. H. S. Debating Society. Glee Club Secretary, Betty Ann Haight. Adviser, Miss H. Lillian Dechman. The Glee Club of this school is a human lark's Utopia. Literary Strollers President, Irma Sibbell. Adviser, Miss Helen Chase. Happiness for Omar Khayyam meant, A book of verse, a jug of wine, and thou. Enjoy the reading of a book of verse with the Literary Strollers. Orchestra President, Mary Gordetsky. Adviser, Mr. George Ceiley. Orpheus wouldn't have left our orchestra, even to follow Eurydice. Poets' Corner President, Eleanor Lipskin. Adviser, Miss Margaret Pfister. CEditor, apologetically: Not another page to spare! j Press Club ' President, Sivia Friedman. Adviser, Miss Elena Nichols. The Press Club impresses with its ability to put the G. H. S. into the newspapers. Science Club President, Martha Snyder. Adviser, Mr. Jacob Schumer. Know the world you live in. Settlement Club President, Tillie Shapiro. Adviser, Miss Jennie Jenness. The Settle- ment Club finds fun and pleasure in giving service. Sketch Club President, Eleanor Siminow. Adviser, Miss Mabel I-larry. For master- pieces by contemporary artists look at our bulletin board. Travel Club President, Janet Lobdell. Adviser, Miss Anita Candela. Travel with the ship Imagination on the high seas of G. H. S. Sixty-six EIIHUIIIL TWO SUMNER AVENUE EAST NEW YORK BRANCH BROOKLYN, NEW YORK 1632 PITKIN AVENUE TWO REGISTERED COMMERCIAL SCHOOLS Portable Typewriters Rented i n-ai Drake Business School, Inc. Bedford Avenue and Fulton Street Telephone, PRospect 9-7486 Positions Secured If Dr. Soule, the principal, cannot convince you by outside evidence of the highest character, that he can save you both time and money for any course that you may desire to take, he will cheerfully pay you for your time and all other expenses, if you will call for a brief interview, and no matter what you decide to do, he will thank you and still remain your debtor. Dr. Soule, who was awarded the degree of doctor of lafws at the same time St. Bonaventure's College honored Mayor James J. Walker with an honorary degree, has had the further distinction of doctor of letters, because of his many trips into literary fields. For Good Photos and Reasonable Prices, Call On Oar Photographer . E. OTIS 457-459 FULTON STREET Brooklyn N. Y. 7 Opposite Metropolitan Theatre Exterior and Home Portraits Made By Appointment Open Sundays and Holidays from 9 A. M. to 7 P. M. TELEPHONE, TRIANGLE 5-4386 B ll Edited by Rose Morrison A problem in the Algebra Book reads: A can row 5 miles an hour down stream and 3 miles an hour upstream. Find his rate in miles per hour in still water and the rate of the stream in miles per hour. In doing the problem on the board, one girl wrote: Let x:the rate of the can in still water. Senior: Oh yes, we're going to Washington during Easter week. Freshie: Do you go every year? Senior: Surely--and by the way, have you heard the rumor that next term Boys' High and Girls' High are going to merge? Freshie: Where's Merge? An English Teacher was trying to teach her class some new suilixes. One of them was let, meaning alittle. The girls gave such examples as playlet, a little play, and capelet, a little cape, when one pupil said, Miss X .... why isn't a hamlet a little ham? Question-What has old age to do with habit formation? Answer-Old age is due to the breaking of bad habits. Miss X .... , a history teacher, asked for some characteristic of the Japanese. One anxious pupil said, '61 think they wear scandals. A teacher asked for the location of the Trans-Siberian Railroad. An enthusiastic pupil answered, It is a railroad across the Pacific to Siberia. Sixty-eight Miss Dunbar's School SECRETARIAL TRAINING for educated young women A THOROUGH AND COMPREHENSIVE COURSE High School graduation necessary for admission The course begins September 8, 1931 Catalogue on 'request 186 JORALEMON STREET Brooklyn, New York Earn S25 to 5540 a Week AS AN HENRY PAPE'S ELLIOTT - FISHER MAYONNAISE BILLING or BOOKKEEPING MACHINE OPERATOR You can learn in a few weeks, Small tuition charge. Day and evening Classes. Graduates placed ln positions FREE OF CHARGE. Call, Write or Phone COrtlandt 7-5121 FOR FREE BOOKLET Elliott - Fisher SCHOOL General Office Equipment Corp. 63 VESEY STREET N. Y. CITY MADE OF FRESH EGGS Endorsed by Alfred W. McCann Garnishes all salads served in the Girls' High School Lunch Room Made by the Manufacturers of Mrs. Henry's Pure Jellies and Jams HENRY PAPE, Inc. Distributors 22-36 CATON PLACE, Brooklyn, N. Y. Will You Give Me a Position? Thousands of people-men and women of all ages-are walking the streets of this big city asking other people to give them employment. Are you looking forward to this experience or are you going to take the training that will make you so valuable to your employer that you will be retained when others are discharged? FREE EMPLOYMENT BUREAU Lan1b's Business Training School LAMB BUILDING 9th STREET and 6th AVENUE, BROOKLYN Summer School, 9 - 1:00 Day School, 9 - 2:30 Evening School, Monday and Thursday, 7 -10 CATALOG ON REQUEST Telephone, SOuth 8-4236 Marquand Summer School CO-EDUCATION AL Accredited by the State Board of Regents and by the New York City Board of Education. Both the Regents and New York City Board Ex- aminations will be given at Marquand. The School features: Cool, well-ventilated rooms, Swimming Pool for Boys, small classes for individual attention, ap- proved teachers, mornings only, ease of access, only a minute from Flatbush Avenue Station of the Long Island, all subways, elevated and surface lines. School Open Monday, July 6 For Further Information, Call or Write Paul T. Wohlsen, Principal, 55 Hanson Place, Brooklyn, Telephone, Sterling 3-7000 For Yourself- Y Choose A Good School! Girls Central School for Secretaries is a, Good School THOROUGH SECRETARIAL and BUSINESS TRAINING Individual Instruction Light, Airy Class Rooms Modern Equipment C Admission At Any Time V Day and Evening Classes Ask for Catalogue Visit the School for a Day A Also Special Summer Morning Courses for Girls Going to College Girls Central School for Secretaries CENTRAL BRANCH so THIRD AVE. Brooklyn, N. Y. Telephone, TRia.ngle 5-1190 The PACKER Collegiate Institute Incorporated in 1853 J oralemon Street, between Court and Clinton Sts. Two Years of Collegiate Instruction Fifty collegiate courses are begun in September Students of good scholarship who have completed their preparation for college may enter the collegiate school of the Institute, an-d in two years obtain such credits as will permit their transfer, without examination, to the third year of any one of a number of colleges, three of which are: Barnard, Smith and Wellesley. Tuition fee, 58350 per annum. Brooklyn Secretarial School A Secretarial School for Girls Short Summer Courses AND Regular Secretarial Course nouns, 9 to 1 Expert Teaching Stan Individual Tests A Position Without Charge Secure Free Copy of Personality Wins in Business 202 Livingston Street Opposite Abraham 8a Straus TRiangle 5-8551 MRS. M. C. BAIRD, Principal THE P RENTS' ASSOCIATIO OF GIRLS ' HIGH SCHOOL All parents are cordially invited to all meetings of this Association, which are held on the Second Wednesday of each month. AFTER GRADUATION WIIY NOT make recreation your vo- cation: enjoy your work and give pleas- ure to others: be healthy and happy and teach others to be the same? Such is the .life and work of a teacher of physical ed- ucation. SAVAGE SCHOOL For Physical Education ESTABLISHED 1890 A Teacher Training School which pre- pares men and women to become teach- ers, directors and supervisors of health and physical education in schools, col- leges, playgrounds, clubs, private insti- tutions and industrial organizations. The curriculum of the three year course includes practical instruction in all forms of athletics, gymnastics, games, dancing, swimming, dramatics and the like: also the essential courses in educa- tion, psychology, anatomy, physiology, hygiene and others, thoroughly covering the theory and practice of health and h sical education. D Y AN EXCEPTIONALLY STRONG FACULTY Catalogue Upon Request Increasing demand for teachers. Salar- ies higher than for grade teaching, Em- ployment bureau for students and grad- uates. REGISTER NOW FOR CLASS ENTERING ON SEPT. 21. 1931 GABRIELLE SORRENSON, Dean. 308 W. 59th STREET N. Y. CITY All Graduates of this school are eligible foradmission to Pacelnstitute -a nationally known and distinctive professional school of technical training in Business Administration Accountancy Secretarial Practise Classes for beginners at Pace Institute prepare high-school graduates for imme- diate earnings. Many Pace graduates are now treasurers and controllers of large corporations-others are in successful accountancy practise. Field trips to the otlices and plants of the largest organizations in New York City are conducted especially for day students in the Accountancy School and for day students in the Secretarial School. Students and Parents are invited to confer with the Registrar. Dey School -- - Evening School Pace Institute 225 Broadway New York Telephone, LAfayette 3-5712 COMPLIMENTS OF AMERICAN BEAUTY FLORIST 526A N OSTRAN D AVENUE Brooklyn, N. Y. CHOICE FRESH CUT FLOWERS :RECEIVED DAILY FOR ALL OCCASIONS We Telegraph Orders All Over the World STerling 3-8664, 3-10373 Seating Capacity Over 200 Arlington Rotisserie and Restaurant BLUE PLATE SPECIALS A La. Carte At All Hours Our Fre h Roasted Mllk-Fed Chickens, Famous Home-Made Ple and Pastry Can be Delivered at Short Notice-We Cater to Weddings and Banquets. 1243 FULTON STREET Brooklyn, N. Y. Tel., LAfa.yette 3-7297 H. MAEDA CO. Japanese N ovelties, Goldfish and Birds Complete Llne of Bird Cages 518 NOSTRAND AVENUE Opp. Girls' High Brooklyn, N. Y, Telephone, DEcatur 2-0247 PFISTER 62 SITTERLEY WHOLESALE and RETAIL Drnggists FULTON STREET, Cor. Nostrand Ave. Brooklyn, N. Y. EAT , 1 1 FOR YOUR TESTS All Kinds of Review Books and Outlines at Kleinteich's Book Store 1245 FULTON ST. At Arlington Place Telephone, DEcatur 2-6937 JAMES H. ROWLAND Printer 251 PUTNAM AVE. Brooklyn, N. Y, Hudson River Day Line lf.. WEST 42nd STREET PIER: ll, 22 ...i- lllllllIIlllllllllllllllllllllll 1931 Season, M ay to October 14, inc usive. mlnIIllnnlulunlllllllln -i .1l , ,,.-1 I h PROPSPECT 9 6740 1 2 M. H. RENKEN DAIRY CO. EZMAIN OFFICE 584 MYRTLE AVENUE BROOKLYN, N. Y. The Brevoort Savings Bank Brooklyn 522 NOSTRAND AVENUE Near Fulton Street Over 44,000 Accounts Resources Over 332,000,000 In Brooklyn-Itis BROWN E'S The Famous Browne Secretarial Course-A short course for the better lZ1'21lllGCl Student leading .to Excellent Positions , S'QFlE ,Z? BRG W N E S N QM ., A,AN X gk , I ' 'Ilkle y I I V nllrilzsdh P ,I n- Iam BUSINESS o o L L E G E REGISTRATION OFFICE: 7 LAFAYETTE AVENUE Opposite the Academy of Music Telephone, NEvins 8-2941 Rucuo SCHOOL For SECRETARIES Bookkeepmg Comptometry 1297-1307 FULTON STREET At Nostrand Avenue and All Commercial Subjects Taught Open the Year Round-Day and Eveningflndividual Instruction-Enter Any Time Time-Saving Course for G. H. S. Students POSITIONS SECURED -- ASK ANY GRADUATE E ' Nothing Worth -While Was Ever H uslasm Acoomplzshecl Wrthout Enthusiasm every day life proves their truth. Your talents and your abilities are like dormant dynamos. Electrify them with that energy of spirit called ENTHUSIASM-and nothing can stop you! You know what you want to HAVEg you know what you Want to BE. Enthusiastic saving will speed you on to that goal, and will pay great dividends in the A philosopher uttered those words years agog and form of inancial independence! Save At the Lincoln-With 51.00 Plus Entlmsia,sm.' LINCOLN SAVINGS BANK ' OF BROOKLYN 531 Broadway at Boerum Street-Stagg 2-4660 12 Graham Ave. near B'way-Pulaski 5-3623 REsOURCEis S100,000,000 - Established 1866 - OPEN ACCOUNTS 100,000 MORRIS OPSIDEIE Middy and Windsor Ties for Gym and Street Wear Q EFFLE I SG HQOL I cwilliamsburgh Savings Bank Building ,cilansorz .nelshhnd .7Zzce9 .f.6?fZf,swfL.f92feme eww, Welephaw Jfefaag 5210 gflll Commercial Subjects Begin dlny Slime Class Pins, School Rings, Class Emblems, Arista Pins Sorority Jewels, Club Insignia, Athletic Medals, Honor Awards MANUFACTURED BY ARTHUR OELLER 15-21 PARK ROW New York ESTABLISHED 1907 Official Jeweler to Girls' High School 1515.00 A SUBJECT!-in the day school SUMMER HIGH SCHOOL-CO-ED JULY lst to AUGUST 25th Fully Accredited by Board of Regents and Board of Education Save time-Remove conditions or failures-Enter college sooner CITY WIDE AND REGENTS' EXAMS. 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