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

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CONTENTS LITERARY CONTEST AWARDS - - - FICTION CONTINENTAL INCIDENT WHEN THE TIME COMES DUNCE ----- - WAS REVENGE SWEET? - - THE MARBLE HAND - - - GODSPEED - - - CAUGHT ---- SEVEN YEARS OLD - SCARS ---- FUZZY ----- - MURDER IN THE LOFT - - SENIORS POETRY ALL MINE ---- - SONG TO LAKE ILMEN - - BIBLICAL IRONY - - NIGHT COMMUNION - - DEDICATION - - - CONTRAST - - - ILLUSION ----- THE SEASON CHANGES - - A PRAYER ---- - IDEALS ---- FAITH ---- THE FIRE ---- THE MORNING FOG - RAIN ----- IN THE OPEN - - NYMPI-I - - A FRIEND . - DIFFERENCE - RETURN - - - PEACE ---- sI-IADOWS - - - VOLKOVA'S LULLABY SLEEP ----- SMALL TOWN - ESSAYS TIT FOR TAT - - BACK TO EARTH - - - - GESUNDHEIT ----- - BARBER SHOP ----- - WHEN I WRITE A NOVEL ON SAILING THROUGH LIFE - - TREASURE ----- - COLLEGE ------ - OUR CONTRIBUTORS REVIEWS - - Florence Sfevenson - Ediih Schreiber - Rufh Benneif -A - Virginia Wolfenberger Judifh Kohan - - Cecily Fink - - - Edna Berlin - - Lillian Rivesman Shirley Meiselman - Mariorie Blausfein - Rufh Benneff - Marie Vuolo - Judirh Kohan - Ediih Schreiber Mafilda Szigefy Anifa Berenbach - EcIi+H Schreiber - - Edifh Schreiber - Marie Vuolo - Esiher Simon - Esrher Simon - Esfher Simon - Esfelle Salzman Mildred Gansberg - Mildred Gansberg - Esfelle Salzman - Mildred Gansberg - Mildred Mulholland Esrher Simon - - Florence Sfevenson Mildred Mulholland Mildred Gansberg - Judifh Kohan - - Marie Vuolo - - Mildred Mulholland Doroihy Cohen Esfelle Salzman - - Harriei Vinograde - Mariory Graff - - Mildred Finlcleman - Olive Schuman Edifh Schreiber - Anifa Berenbach - THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Three

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LITERARY STAFF Anila Berenbach, Edilor-in-chief Shirley Aronow, Associaie Ediior Marjorie Graff. Senior Edifor RUTi'l Josephine Trosfjer Helen Frank Marjorie Abrahams Anna Cojeman Ada Solcal Eslelle Fo iani . Florence Sievenson PP M Id a e b Judifh Kohan ' re ans ers Marjorie Blausiein Esfher Simon DOVOHIY Cohen Shirle Meiselman Y Mrs. Grace E. Beadman and Miss Margaref D. Flynn. Faculfy Advisers ART STAFF Solveig Brelcke, Ar? Ediior Gladys Thompson Elsa Kula' Marjorie Blinn Helen Maclcivicius Theda Powell Bel-Iy Lips Vida Zecca Phyllis Burlcle Elaine Ross I Mr. David Arlcin. Faculfy Adviser BUSINESS STAFF Isabelle Shprih, Siudeni Business Manager Wanda Yaroshul: Tanina- Calderone Shirley Finlcbeiner 'ILESZLSKZSFEZTQF Caroline Reich Frances Schulman . Helen Dolllnger Mr. Angelo Amalulli, Faculfy Adviser SECRETARIAL STAFF Efhel McCormack, Chief Typisf Anna Finlcelslein Ruih Moskowitz Horiense Bowery . Josephine Mainella , Mary Wasilewska Majjjda Szjgejy Shirley Mezansky THE BLUE AND GOLD Page Two

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CGNTINENTAL INCIDENT FLOW!-,'ffdi'EXENSON AWAKENING quiTe suddenly in The middle oT The nighT. I lay sTill, sTaring inTo The dark, wondering whaT had roused me. OuTside. The wind and The rain danced Turiously down The village sTreeT, and Tor a momenT, I ThoughT The sTorm had peneTraTed my consciousness. Then. Tar oTT iT seemed, I heard a low. soTT boom. I sprang Trom The bed and ran To The window. As I leaned ouT, heedless oT The weaTher, I heard iT again. The village gun! My hearT slid crazily: someThing TIuT- Tered in my ThroaT. War? I-Iere I was in a IiTTIe French Town, wiTh The German border noT one hundred and TiTTy yards away . . . ' I hurried inTo my cloThes, snaTched up my rain-cape. and darTed Trom The room. I ran down The sTairs. wondering why The old inn was so sTiIl. Had no one else heard? As I closed The ponderous door behind me, a heavy gusT blew down The sTreeT inTo my Tace, and I drew baclc. I sTood Thereg regaining my breaTh. waTching doors open Trom every house and hasTiIy+cIad peasanTs come ouT. A villager whom I recognized as M. JaIoT. English-spealcing noTary, came running down The pavemenT, and I called To him as he came up. Monsieur JaIoT! I-le peered aT me Through The darkness. You, mademoiseIle'? WhaT's happened? As I looked down. I saw wiTh Tear ThaT he carried his rifle. Is iT war? I do noT know. mademoiselle. buT we of The Saar are always pre- pared nowadays. ' I IcepT pace wiTh him as we wenT down The sTreeT. our heads benT againsT The driving, gusTy rain. In Tive minuTes we were aT The border guard-house. where a IiTTle group of peasanTs, some armed. sTood siIenTIy in The rain, Their shoulders hunched againsT The eIemenTs. They4waiTed sToIidIy Tor an expIanaTion oT The gun signal. buT I, wiTh True American THE BLUE AND GCLD Page Four