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

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dines and Russian caviar daled I896. This meanl nolhing lo Sally, bul il does lo you and me. Here on lhis island, living like Robinson Crusoe, Sally slayed for exaclly seven monlhs and one week. Wilh lwo more weeks of supplies and no relief in sighl, he believed he would slarve almosl immedialely afler il was gone, bul ol course a ship sailed in one day and look him back lo his room on Third Avenue and Forly-sixlh Slneel where, of course, he longed lo be. An unknown columnisl wrole of his advenlure so well lhal lhree weeks afler he gol back, Sally was handed a len-lhousand-dollar check. Oh-yes, Sally's dream did come lruel Sally's lasle in dress was nol so bad as we'd expecl il lo be. When he slapped inlo lhe fashionable French Grill, no one noliced anylhing queer aboul lhis newly-rich genlleman. A very sedale wailer pased al Sally's lable liusl as Sally had once donel and muflered Yes, sir? Sally pondered: he'd do lhis lhing righl. Read off lhe menu and l'll lelll you. Very well, replied lhe waifer. Cocklail Fricasse Pheasanl Soupe Chicken a la King Fruil loes. Sally grinned. l-le lipped his chair back and lhrusl his lhumbs inlo lhe arm holes of his vesl. Then in an amazingly rough voice he answered. Say, buddy, give me a plale of ham n' eggs, vegelables on lhe side, coffee and cake, n' make il snappy. Impressions The snowy fluff of creamed polaloes: lhe icy coldness of a breaker on a hol summer's day: lhe nausealing sea-like odor of fish al Sheepshead Bay: lhe shiny glossiness of shimmering salin: lhe sighl of millions of lillle lwinkling slars seen on a counlry road: lhe clean coolness fell when bedding is changed: lhe sofl downi-ness of an easy chair: lhe picluresque sighl of cows feeding in lhe green paslure: lhe sofl flimsiness of silk and lace undies: lhe sweel fragrance of fresh- cul roses: lhe sofl smoolhness of a baby's skin: lhe penelraling sound of a lrain whislle. PHYLLIS ROUCHWAGER, Grade Six ll-

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Boomerang HELEN SADOWSKY, Grade Six THOUSAND feel scurried lhrough lhe swinging doors of Tony's Reslauranl. Ladies lnviled, on Cherry Slreel. A lhousand various hands 'lingered lhe dirly menus and summoned wailiers nearby. Sally Crisholm passed in lronl ol one ol lhe lables and wilh his cuslomary Yes sir? awailed lhe order. Ham and eggs. vegelables on side. collee, and cake 'n make il snappyl Sally shuffled away lo lhe lar-oll kilchen and shouled his order. Anyone who was nol in Tony's lor lhe serious business ol ealing, would have noliced somelhing queer aboul Sally's demeanor. as he minced back and lorlh wilh his damp lowel and lin lray. However, as lhere was no one lo walch him, no one noliced lhal he walked wilh his moulh opened and his eyes glued lo lhe floor. There were olher lhings in lhe wailer business-for inslance lhe meals. The wailer was enlilled lo lhe besl in lhe house and lhe besl in lhe house was a porlerhouse sleak smolhered wilh gravy and burnl onions. One look al lhe porler- house convinced Sally lhal ham and eggs would do lor him. Yes, Sally was bored wilh his iob. and his slomach was also bored wilh his meals. bul-one musl live. and lo live, one musl eal. All lhese depressing lacls Sally knew and knew lhem well. When Sally lrudged homewards al eleven every evening, wilh his Mirror under his arm, he dreamed on his hard uncomlorlable L seal. He dreamed his own privale pipe dreams. Sally, as he rocked back and lorlh in lhe rickely seal, dreamed of walking inlo lhe Fashionable French Grill, silling down and ordering a meal lil only for lhose of lhe genlle class. A Sunday, Sally was oll al lwo P. M. Then in his Sunday besl he would prom- enade lo Broadway and Fillielh Slreel. There h-e would sland, wailing lor lhe miracle lo happen lhal would make him a millionaire. Well-Sally was offered lhe posilion of assislanl cook on a lramp sleamer called Don Quixole . ln Porlo Rico, he was lranslerred lo a sleamship which carried hemp on ils way lo lhe Virgin Islands. Here he was an able seaman. He did nolhi-ng bul walch lhe lusciously fresh food being prepared in lhe spolless while galley. As in all sea slories, lhe Don Quixole was wrecked and Sally and six olhers were dumped inlo a liny boal piled high wilh cases ol food. Whal happepned lo lhe olher six, we neilher know nor care, bul lhe lacl lhal Sally was flung ashore is ol inlenesl lo us, lor wilhoul him we would have no slory. Mosl nalurally. lhe cases lloaled lo shore and Sally opened lhem wilh his crude fool. a large rock. He lound lhem lo conlain iar on lop ol iar of liny sar- 3

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New England Wife MARION PRATT, Grade Eight HE nexl' name on my long lisl was Arfhur Thompson and I groaned al' l'he sighf of if, allhough I did nol' know fhe man eilher in person or by sighl. The groan was for myself because fhe only lhing more unhappy l'han some- one's collecling money lo build a library in a New England lown is fwo people collecling money lo build a library in a New England fown. My experiences of lhe aflernoon had been highly unpleasanl and now, al four o'clock my feel' felf as lhough some experl' forfurer were slicking hol' needles info fhem. My mosl' fervenl' desires were a hol' shower and a nap, bul wilh my lisl' of names as long as fhe mouse's lail in Alice in Wonderland and a Iisl of conlribulions like a bulldog's lail shorl' and curly wil'h evasions. I approached Mr. Thompson's porch. His house was refreshingly clean wil'h brighl new while painl which sparkled in lhe hof summer sun. If should have been a comforfing house lo view: bul' some- how, if had a lense, formal appearance, wilh ils neaf, severe, green awnings and ils inhospilable porch on which lhe chairs sfood in allifudes which rebuked fhe caller for wishing 'ro sif on lhem. I summoned my much-balliered courage and knocked on lhe panelled door. 'While wailing, I speculaled as lo whaf excuse Mr. Thompson would have for nol' wishing lo supporl a library. Many of fhe people on my Iisl had infonmed me l'hal' reading novels would corrupf l'heir morals and lhal lhose who soliciled for such l'hings as libraries were headed slraighl for lhe infernal regions. My feel' were hol' enough lo approximale lhe feeling, and I waifed mosf impalienlly on Mr. Thompson's porch, slanding firsl on one fool lhen on lhe olher. Presenlly. fhe door swung open revealing a lillrle old man in carpel slippers who beamed af me over a pair of glasses perched precariously on lhe end of his nose and said in a high voice Come in, Come in. I've been expeclin' you. You'ne solicifing for fhe new library, aren'f you? Come righl' info l'he parlor- o.n perhaps you'd ralher slay on lhe porch l'his hol' day? I-le moved a chair lo a more hospifable angle and conlinued lo lalk al' a break-neck speed as lhough he expecfed fo be inlerrupfed any minufe. Excuse my slippers. My wife's away an' I was iusl fakin' if a bil' easy while she's nol around. He drew up a chair for himself, saf down in il' and seemed fo be swallowed up enlirely in il's imm-ense proporfions. Seeing me smile. he explained This here's my wife's chain. She's whal you'd call a milie large. lhough she don'l like I should say so. She likes lhis chair here 'cause il fil's her an' she hal'es anyone fo sel in if when she's here. I'm kinda parfial fo if myself, bul I lefs her have her way. ll's easier. This lasl' was said somewhal l'o himself bul his bird-like voice carried far and I could nol help hearing if. My mind, however. was confused by lhis flow, of conversafion and, while I was endeavoring lo gafher my losl' lhoughls from lhe depfhs of a conver- safional woodpile, Mr. Thompson had already succeeded in saying l'wo whole sen- fences, lhe end of lhe second being be glad l'o give you fhree hundred dollars. 5