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

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The winfers passed. and fhe summers. Each day came, and each day wenf. wifh no fime befween for fhoughf or rebellion. 'Only fhe sfars. indifferenfly gazing upon 'rhe earfh, could know fhe few fears she somefimes shed: and fhey Elid nof care. One aufumn fhere came fo The valley a sfranger. He was fall, and slender, and pale of face. The docfor had ordered him oul' here for his healfh. he said. Could he sfay wifh fhem, perhaps? He could help wifh fhe work. Her fafher nodded curfly. He was very helpless. lf was sfrange fo her fhaf a man should know so liffle of life or work. She had 'ro help him wifh his chores every day, fhough he evenfually learned. 'rhrough necessify. As fhe days passed, fhere grew a greaf pify in her hearf for him. He was so weak. so help- less, so overawed by fhe sfolidify and efficiency of her family. Some- fimes she felf his gaze upon her, a genfle appealing gaze. full of admira- fion and wonder: buf so innocenf was she. she fhoughf nofhing of if. One day she saw him in earnesf conversafion wifh her fafher. l wonder whaf fhey are falking abouf, she fhoughf. Perha s he is leaving us? The fhoughf made her dimly uneasy, ruffling The placid wafers of her consciousness. Lafer, having obfained her fafher's permission. he humbly asked her fo marry him. 'ro share his life in fhe wilderness. for illness forbade his refurn fo fhe Easf. Looking up. she beheld af fhe summif of fhe mounfain her pine free. and 'rhere flashed info her mind 'rhaf rebellious momenf years ago when she had sformed for freedom. Then she looked back fo fhe face of her lover, smiling, and said, Yes. ' IMPRESSIONS CHRISTMAS DINNER Our kifchen on Chrisfmas morning! Mofher runs from place fo place. She opens-'I'he oven door. The smell of furkey covered wifh brown gravy predominafes. Puddings gaily bubble in fhe big pof. The 'rarf odor of boiling cranberries asserfs ifself. The Chrisfmas free in fhe nexf room confribufes fhe scenf of pine which mingles wifh fhe odors Eflfge cooking food . . . anyone can fell you 'I'haf Chrisfmas is a good on a . y GERTRUDE MESEVICH. THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Seven

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WHEN THE TIME COMES ED'2.3f'1'i5lBE As she climbed up The mounTain, she could see only The bare paTh in TronT oT her, Tlanked wiTh pine and lau- rel. When she Turned her head and looked back aT The valley below. she saw her home, like a doII's house, wiTh a plume of smoke rising Trom The chimney. her TaTher aT The woodpile, and her Two younger broThers Teed- ing The ouITry. They seemed as oT a cliTFerenT world. which in no way bore any reIaTion To her. She was Tree oT iT now. buT only Tor The momenT. She Turned and Trudged up The paTh as before. IT was one of Those early spring days, when The earTh is washed clean and bare, and There is a smell oT Tresh brown earTh. All Things were sTirring. Throwing oTll The long bondage oT winTer aT The urge oT The souTh wind. Only she was chained down here in This remoTe valley. wiTh a silenT sTern TaTher. a silenT submissive moTher. and Two sTolid liTTle broThers. Nor spring nor summer could Tree her oT This bondage. IT only-only some one would come To Take her away Trom This haTeTuI place! I-low proudly her pine Tree 'IiTTed his head Today! She danced along wiTh The souTh wind. I love you, pine Tree. You are so splendid. Your TeeT are Tied To The earTh. buT your head is high in The clouds. Tell me. pine Tree, whaT wiII happen To me? Will The Things I dream of come True? And The Tree seemed To whisper. WaiT. WaiT. Grow ripe in The earTh. When The Time comes, all shall be well. Then she remembered ThaT she 'loved her broThers, her moTher. her TaTher: ThaT They could noT geT along wiThouT her. I shall waiT. she said, and Turned down The paTh. THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Six .,.-9-.-.-

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DUNCE l2.'2'.iEEH'.TiE'T NKY spifballs whizzed fhrough fhe sfill school- :---Z' room. smearing across fhe clean paper upon In which fhe feacher was wrifing. Wifh a glinf of 3':': baffle in her eyes, she glared af fhe young heads which were benf so indusfriously over fheir books. Her suspicious gaze resfed on a fall. lanky boy of fourfeen, whose feafures seemed ouf of proporfion fo his face. If was unforfunafe fhaf his large nose lcommon feafure of boy adolescencel should also be red. Buf now, under fhe piercing gaze of fhe harassed feacher. his face slowly began fo mafch his nose in hue. I-le . had involunfarily given himself away. ln a defermined voice she commanded, Red-nose. come here! ' The unhappy boy was abouf fo gef up when all fhe rebellion of his youfh came 'ro fhe fore. I-le slouched over his arifhmefic. ' The exasperafed feacher, becoming more and more exasperafed as fhe fime wore on said: John Parks. you know whom I mean: come here ins+anfly1 Wifh fhaf, John Parks unfolded fo fhe remarkable heighf of six feef. He advanced. wifh rebellion simmering in his soul. The squaf, defermined feacher grasped 'af fhe firsf punishmenf 'rhoughf of by her and by her predecessors. She grabbed from fhe closef a fall fool's cap. bearing fhe screaming black leffers-Dunce. Then she collared fhe culprif. fo place him on a sfool in disgrace before his fellows. 1 V ' Buf Johnny had ofher fhoughfs. l-le snafched fhe dunce cap. and iammed if upon fhe asfonished feacher's head. Then grasping fhaf worfhy person around fhe bulging waisf, he placed her upon fhe sfool infended for him.' This done, he snafched his haf from fhe hook and precipifafed himself fhrough fhe door. THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Eighf