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

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dragged fhere by force, and how much she knew abouf foofball, he mighf have been less flaffered. As if was, he smiled af her wifh charming condescension, and Pam was challenged fo furn on fhe heaf full-pressure. l-ler lips suddenly spread info fhaf come-hifher, personalify smile, and he wilfed. She wafched his resisfance shrivel up, and his condescending smirk change fo an adorably friendly grain. Pam fell fwice fhaf day. And fo whom, he asked, clo l owe fhe honor of fhis . . . er . . . conversafion? , Pamela Taylor, generally known as Pam. A devilish liHle curve fo her moufh complefely disarmed him. Buf Pam was cruel, fhough her hearf pounded. Toodleoo, she said, and +hanks. Waif! he called, fhen looked digusfed. Why didn'f l meef you sooner? l could have asked you fo go wifh me fo Ca.rfer's dance on Safurday. l . . . wasn'+ going . . . buf if I could fake you . . . buf everyone who's going is dafed now. You are dafed, aren'+ you? Of course! Well, fhaf is . . . in a way. You see, my dafe has a sprained ankle, which is rafher a difficulfy when if comes 'ro dancing. Then you aren'+ dafedl Miss Taylor . . . Pam . . . may l fill up your program nexf Safurday? Well, af leasf, Pam fhoughf, flinging her books on her desk, she was going. Buf she wished Silver hadn r bounded up fill she was mo.re sure of herself. Oh Pam! gasped Silver. Guess who's faking me Sa+urday! l couldn'f, Pam muffered saccharinely. Frank Mansfield, younger brofher of Lee Mansfield,J'he scholasfic hero. Even going wifh Lee's brofher is an honor, fhough of course, Lee is 'Hue cafch. Buf he's never been caughf. He's a woman hafer. Then he .really is a hero, Pam murmured medifafively. Good heavens! Of course! Foofball. Why? Because l'm going wifh him. The expression of complefe and undilufed amazemenf on Silver's face was delicious. You . . . you . . . you . . . whaf? l'm going wifh him lf I wene a caf, Pam, l'd hafe you. As if is, l . . . l . . . well, how did you do if? No, don'+ fell me. l've gof fo lef fhe girls know abouf fhis. So long and . . . congrafulafionsln Medifafively, Pam gazed affer Silver. Apparenfly 'lhere was a cerfain degree of imporfance in knowing Lee Mansfield . . . despife fhaf idiofic name. Buf liffle did she realize fhe exfenf of fhaf imporfance. From fhaf momenf she was fhe supreme obiecf of admirafion, hafe, and envy, from every girl in fhe prep school. And when Pam, a shimmering cloud of peach-colored lace, glided ouf onfo fhe dance floor on fhe arm of Lee Mansfield, she was conscious of fhe various emofions mirrored in fhe eyes of her schoolmafes. She realized wifh 9

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Special Providence For l3am-- ELLEN STATON, Grade Six T seemed io Pam 'rhai ii' was ever Thus. So Allan had sprained his ankle! Pam's nose weni info a dozen wrinkles. I+ was iusl like Allan +o do lhai' 'rhe week of Car1'er's dance . . . when he was faking her! Forfune never smiled on her, Pam +old herself as she walked, 'rhe one armful of books making her body sway sligh+ly wifh each sfep. And Pam had 'l'Old Allan whal' she ihoughf of him for leH'ing a ihing like Thai happen, in fhe nofe, 'rhaf scafhing liHle nofe 'lhaf she had sen'r him when she heard of Jrhe accident He dese.rved if. He deserved . . . suddenly fhe world came +o an end, and somelhing wiihin Pam's head began 'ro sing The S+ars and S+ripes Forever. Buf in a minufe she realized 1'ha+ she was semi-prosirafe on an unbelievably cold pavement Very romanfic, she reflecfed acidly: Then she fhoughi beffer of it For was noi' ihar a sfrong, muscular a.rm fha? supporfed her? Yes, she realized, when, looking upward, she saw fhai' +he arm belonged fo someone wi+h an undeniably fine head, dark, 'rwinkling eyes, and curling, brown hair. Slowly she rose, wifh fhe aid of 'rhe Hero. And The Hero was falking +o her. Are you hurl? he asked. Pam wasn'i' so sure. She wondered momeniarily if Cupid's arrows were painful. l d'on'1' believe so, she murmured vaguely, buf I fhink my heel is down 'rhai' gra'l'ing. You +ook a nas+y bump on The head. Righi' on 'rhe cement A fleefing fhoughi' made Pam wonder if 'lhai' was a wise-crack. Buf she decided againsf if. He wasn'+ 'rhe +ype. Is +ha+ wha+ hir me? she asked in a quiei' surprise. He laughed and gave her her hai. While she arranged il' on rumpled blonde curls, he looked ruefully a+ fhe sca++ered confenfs of her purse. l'm afraid your mirror's broken, he said apologefically. Tha+'s supposed +o mean seven years of bad luck.' I don'+ believe in signs, said Pam. Bad luck! Mee+ing him! lnvolunfarily her nose wrinkled, buf she siraighfened ii oui' quickly. Her books were once more in her arms, arranged wifh ques+ionable skill. Thanks a million, she found herself saying. Then somehow she sfood fhere. noi' wan+ing +0 leave wifhouf knowing somefhing of 'lhe Hero's name. By ihe way, she said nonchalanfly, +o whom do l owe 'rhe 'thanks for fhis gallanf ad? Lee Mansfield, fullback, he announced, his manly chesl swelling wifh manly pride. Pam was ready for fhaf. Noi 'l'he Lee Mansfield, she babbled, +he one who won all ihe games for-for--for who won all fhe games lasi' season? This is a +hrill. l've always wanied 'io see you. If Lee could buf have known how many games Pam had seen, having been 8

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some pride, fhaf she was dancing wifh fhe handsomesf, mosf afhlefic, mosf soughf- affer woman-hafer in fhe vicinify. Pam was definifely esfablished and happy in if. So if was 'rhaf when Allan hobbled over fo Pam one day, she, remembering whaf his ankle had done for her. greefed him wifh a brillianf smile, insfead of fhe cold shoulder. Pam, he pleaded miserably, l'm so sorry . . . fhe dance . . . Allan. she smiled impishly. you dear, if's all righf. I'm glad you sfayed home-fo fake care of yourself of course. B-buf . . . your nofe . . . Forgive me for fhaf. Allan . . . l'm beginning fo appreciafe you. You're sweet i She planfed a kiss on his puzzled forehead, and leff him pondering labo.riously over fhe inconsisfency of her sex. Yes. if seemed fo Pan fhaf if was ever fhus. A special Providence was always af her side. Providence had sfepped in where she had noi' feared fo freed: on an iron grafing, where she had losf her hearf and a French heel. - Church HE dim duskin-ess of a church af an unfrequenfed hour . . . ifs awesome silence . . . The seemingly rude claffer of feef . . . 'rhe hollow, empfy echoing and re-echoing of a cough . . . fhaf feeling of relief and peace fhaf comes wifh felling God of frials, froubles. and hopes . . . fhe resplendenf, glorifying gliffer of fhe alfar . . . fhe rounded fop of fhe apse fhaf seems fo express infinify . . . fhe colorful beaufy of fhe shirnmerinng red and deep blue lighfs againsf fhe whife and gold of fhe alfar . . . 'rhe feeling of minufeness and insignificance fhaf is experienced. kneeling . . . hope and joy enfering a depres- sed mind and soul . . . fhen being broughf back fo fhe commonplace by fhe clash of The sexfon's broom . . . fhen fhe-oh, well. if is fime l was hurrying home, I have so much fo do- ' HELEN HYNES, Grade Six IO