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

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T e a m wo r I4 VIRGINIA WOLFENBERGER, Grade Six I-IROUGI-I half-closed lids I wafched fhe gang come up our boardwalk. They were nefurning from fhe fennis courfs, looking like wel' shoes fhaf no one wanfed fo wear. Chris waved her racquef af me and Johnny gave me one of his asinine smiles. They spilled fhemselves on fhe porch and lay fhere panfing. The heaf was ferrific and so was fhe news fhaf I was aching fo fell fhem. Buf insfincf fold me fo waif unfil fhey cooled down a liffle: if would make more of an impression. I am fold fhaf one of my greafesf assefs is my abilify fo 'lime a surprise. Wha'r's new, Angel-face? asked Johnny crawling fowards me on his sfomach. Oh, nofhing special, I answered casually, reaching for my compact Ugh! Johnny grunfed disgusliedly. Whal' a life! Nofhing, I said, excepf fhaf Noel Devereaux is sfaying al' fhe Ocean I-Iofel, and I'm supposed fo gel' an inferview from her for fhe school paper! Whaf? screamed Carolyn siffing up wifh a i-erk. Whaf? echoed Bill knocking himself over fhe head wifh his fennis racquef. Noel Devereaux! said Chris soffly, Noel Devereaux here af Sea Side! Why she's fhe greafesf acfress in fhe worId! I powdered my nose complacenfly. The gang was duly impressed. I-Iave you fried fo see her yef? asked Johnny faking fhe powder puff ouf of my hand. Leave fhe map alone. he supplemenfed. Yes, I answered, regaining fhe powder puff by force and ignoring his lasf remark, l have. l've fried abouf everyfhing humanly possible, buf she's fhe mosf elusive person I know of. I-lave you gone fo fhe hofel? asked Paul. Three 'Iimes. Whaf happened? Twice she was in conference and once in fhe bafhfub, I replied wifh disgusf. The whole froubIe, sfafed Johnny ponderously mus+ lie in fhe facf fhaf she saw you coming. This wiHicism was followed by a hearfy laugh from Johnny himself and a 'riH'er from Carolyn. I decided fo ignore fhis and fo fhroffle Carolyn fhe nexf chance I gof. Lef's fhinIc, said Chris wrinkling her forehead. There musf be some way fo gef in fouch wifh her. Everyone remained silenf for a momenf, and fhen fhere sounded a fhundenous crash wifhin fhe house. The fwins! I shoufed springing fo my feef. The fwins, agreed fhe resf following me info fhe house. We rushed fo fhe kifchen from which issued a series of hearf-rending yells. On fhe floor surrounded by a few dozen pofs and pans sal' my five-year-old niece, Toodles. Her fwin, Tommy, was execufing an Indian War dance around her. Yah! Yah! he shoufed gleefully, swinging a frying pan af her head. By a

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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

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providenTiaI miracle he missed: and beTore he could Try again, Bill ran Torward and grfabbed him by The seaT oT his inTiniTiesimaI Trousers. Hey Tecumsha, whaT do you Think you're doing? Bill asked. Lemme go! screamed Tommy kicking his legs and waving his arms. Chris and I ran To Toodles and began To dig her ouT oT The aluminum avalanche. Where's KiTTy anyway? growled Bill nursing a badlly kicked arm. KiTTy is my sisTer and happpens also To be The unTorTunaTe moTher oT The Twins. She's gone To The ciTy. and I have The exTreme pleasure and gneaT honor oT playing nurse-maid To The Twins, I answered biTTerIy. The braTs! supplied Johnny viciously. TogeThier, Carolyn and Chris had succeeded in pacifying Toodles, and Tommy was geTTing raTher inTeresTed in The mechanism oT The elecTric iron. When we had The children par'TiaIIy reconciled, we neTired To The living room. Say, abouT Noel Devereaux and The inTerview began Paul, I-Iave you Tried TeIephoning? No, I said buT I don'T Think iT's a very good idea. Oh, I don'T know, replied Paul, oTFended. I wouldn'T be so sure. lT mighT work. said' Chris. 'Why noT Try? OT course, iT will work. IT's my idea isn'T iT? added Paul. The Trouble wiTh Paul is, he's Too modesT I said wiTh my sweeTesT Jean Parker smile. ITs The shrinking vioIeT in me-oh, hello! This is a reporTer from The- I beg your pardon? -Yes. I wonder if I could arrange an inTerview-oh, she won'T? Well could you-I mean-I'm sorry-OperaTor! I've been cuT oTT! Paul Turned To us, indignaTion wriTTen all over his scarIeT Tace. I-la! ha! hal laughed Johnny, kindly. OT course iT will work: iT s his idea. isn'T iT? We were all laughing cruelly when we heard. You did! I did noTI You did! I did noTI DidI Didn'T! Did! Didn'TI and The Twins were upon us. WiTh a scream Toodles landed in Carolyn's lap, and Tommy bounded aTTer her. ATTer a sTruggIe The Two squirming children were collared and led away by Bill and Johnny. Good HeavensI eiaculaTed Chris. Have you goT Them on your hands Tor The whole weekaend? Yes, I wailed WhaT shall I do? I2