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

Text from Pages 1 - 80 of the 1937 volume:

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The Blue and Gold seems To me To TypiTy much of The Tine spiriT oT Girls l-ligh School,-iTs culTural aspiraTions, iTs enTerprise, and iTs abiliTy To build Tor The TuTure on The besT aTTainmenTs of The pasT. ln greeTing you girls Through The pages oT The Blue and Gold. l cannoT do beTTer Than emphasize The meaning oT our colors as suggesTed in The school song: You are The presenT recipienTs oT such royal giTTs as our school has been besTowing on Brooklyn girls Tor generaTionsg in reTurn you are giving your loyal devoTion which means a growTh in your own characTer and an impeTus To a liTe oT service. Loyally yours, ROWENA KEITH KEYES STUDENT ISSUE NGO S N TABLE OF CONTENTS COVER DESIGN SENIOR PAGE TITLE STORIES Thorn ln His Side Firsl Nighler Paroled Sludenl Slralegy Enlreal Me Nol ESSAYS Slyled By Analole Sludenl Slipend Sludenl lnlerview Cyclopedia Sludenl Vocalion POEMS Friendship Tempesl Sludenl Melamorplwosis To Baby Jacqueline She Sings a Song I Would Nol Hear When Scores ol Cenluries Will Pass Resolulion Laughler The Key I Soughl lhe ol Day The Cobbler Wisllul Smile REVIEWS How lo Win Caponsacclwi An American Odyssey Friends Doclor's STAFF Audrey Woll Celia Schachler following page AUTHOR ILLUSTRATED BY Zila Chesi Juanila Kane Jane Woronock Lillian Oslerman Jacqueline Coblens Virginia Wollenberger Ellen Slalon-Helen Meyer Ellen Slalon-Helen Meyer Mary Dudley Ellen Slalon-Helen Meyer Kallnerine V. Ca rasso Sybil Gowdy Ellen Slalon--Helen Meyer sybn eowdy Jane Woronoclc Kalherine V. Carasso Jane Woronock Kalherine V. Carasso Kalherine V. Carasso Kalherine V. Carasso Kalherine V. Carasso Kallwerine V. Carasso Jane Woronock Ellen Slalon Marie Vuolo Plriolograplws on pages I5 and I7 by lhe Arl Slall Eva Hulchins Elhel Sonneleld Epolila Hardy Audrey Wolf Margarel Barr Lorraine Manlreda Audrey Woll Eleanor Slever Lois Riley Florence Blauslein Rulln Bennell Irene Kalz Audrey Woll Helen Slalon-Elle Elhel Sonnenleld n Slalon Tl-ICDRN IN l-IIS SIDE ZlTA Cl-lESl, Grade EighT T seemed ThaT no maTTer where MaTT Hamon Turne:l, he was sure To run smack inTo Trouble wiTh The village school-Teacher, MasTer Abercrumble. ln TacT, he soon became known as Fly l-lamonq and The school-boys called The school-masTer Spider when his back was Turned. lT goT so ThaT poor lv1aTT was Tinding Things in Tumbledale raTher unbearable. This unlovely Triendship beTween Spider and Fly had sTarTed quiTe some Time ago, when The old school-masTer had surrendered The school To lviasTer Aber- crumble. The gray-haired, nervous old man had handed over The keys To The new Teacher, and The look on The reTiring pedagogue's pinched Tace was one of com- passion. The new Teacher's abiliTy, however, To command discipline and meTe ouT punishmenT soon won Tor him The Tear and obedience of all The pupils. MaTT was no excepTion, undersTand. l-le, Too, Trembled when Mr. Aloercrumble's sTern eyes were Turned on him. BuT unTorTunaTely, FaTe was unkind To lvlaTT. EveryThing he did was Torever being sTamped mischieT. Try as he mighT To be good, he was sTill ThaT good-Tor-noThing l-lamon boy. One day, school was going on as usual in The low, one-roome-d school-house. The TirsT grade in The TirsT row reciTed Their alphabeT aloud, while The Third grade chanTed The Two-Times Table, and The TourTh grade pondered over a hisTory ex- aminaTion. The snow was piled high and soTT around The building. lTs reTlecTion lighTed up The usually dark room and Threw a pale lighT on The Taces of The school-children. From his seaT, lvlaTT dreamily waTched The TourisTs sTaying aT Tumbledale who were skiing on The hill opposiTe The school. While waTching one daring skier Tly swiTTly down The slope, MaTT suddenly jumped ouT oT his se-aT and shouTed Wowl l-le was soon broughT back To earTh, as he TelT The Teacher's sharp eyes on him. l-le Turned his Tace slowly Towards The Torm ol: MasTer Abercrumble. The TirsT- graders were making a sorry aTTempT To reciTe, while Their eyes and mouThs widened wiTh alarm and expecTancy. lVlasTer l-lamon, come The deliberaTe, Tear-imparTing words oT The Spider, did I noT Tell you noT To look ouT oT The window? l-le reached his hand slowly back To The side oT The book-case and Took a long ruler Trom iTs hook. MaTT sTarTed walking slowly backwards as The Teacher began approaching him. Suddenly, The Six mischieT in lv1aTT, which gave him speed and nimbleness when They were needed Tor his own good, snaTched him Trom his Tear and made him iump quickly To The door. Taking The key Trom iTs place on a small nail, he ran ouT, locking The door behind him and Throwing The key aimlessly inTo The plie of snow. Then, pockeTing his hands, he whisTled his way across The bridge To The village. l-le was The picTure of innocence as he walked down Main STreeT, whisTling wiTh his head high as if musing on The probable weaTher. On his way he passed Mrs. Widibble, moTher oT The A-l boy oT The school: and when she inquired why her son was noT yeT home, he answered direcTly, Well, BurTon weren'T so very knowing To-day, likes as he always is, neiTher was The resT, so The masTer ThoughT as iT were besT To keep Them in and give Them a liTTle more schooling. ThaT's whaT iT were. How come They leT you ouT? Mrs. Widibble asked indignanTly. BUT lvlaTT did noT Think The quesTion needed any answer: so he iusT resumed his whisTling and Trudged along. His ruse did noT lasT long, however, Tor The TownsTolk, missing Their children, wenT over To The school-which was separaTed from The village proper by a bridge -and released The prisoners. MaTT was duly rewarded ThaT evening when The news reached his TaTher. Fly did noT go back To school The nexT day buT gave The Spider Time To cool down a liTTle beTore 'facing him again. ATTer ThaT maior crime, iT seemed ThaT whaTever MaTT did, MasTer Abercrumble always popped up To see The worsT side of The deed. The Spider's ghosT sTood beTween MaTT and good behavior, and MaTT did noT hesiTaTe To blame The Teacher Tor his wickedness. He had ThoughT oT running away once, buT when he reached The bridge, There was The l-laTed One coming Towards him wiTh some Tree branches which he used Tor The naTure sTudy. MaTT Turned down The road and walked despondenTly home. lT was no use. l-le would iusT have To live Through wiTh iT unTil ThaT impeneTrable. inhuman sTrucTure called MasTer Abercrumble, Tinally weakened under The sTrain of aTTempTing To Teach village children: and he would have To leave The counTry To re- cuperaTe from nervous breakdown. Then and only Then could MaTT really become a good boy. STYLED BY AlNIATCDI.E VIRGINIA WOLFENBERGER, Grade EighT UCI-I has been wriTTen by such people as Cornelia OTis Skinner and The provincial lady abouT Their ''proTessionaI-peopIe-pho- bias. I recall a delicious biT by The Tormer abouT her dreadTuI experiences wiTh The oTTiciaIs oT an empIoymenT agency, and a Tew paragraphs by The laTTer abouT The TerriTying salespeople one encounTers when in search of a parTy dress. BuT why hasn'T eiTher OT Them or DoroT'hy Parker wriTTen someThing enTiTled NighTmares in a BeauTy Shop, or I-Iellish I-Iairdressers ? Is iT because none oT Them connecT a session in a beauTy salon wiTh nighTmares, TorTures and agony? I can'T be The only Temale who goes To ThaT seaT Iso horribly like a combinaTion oT The eIecTric and denTisT chairsl wiTh a peTriTied hearT and The blood Trozen in my veins. Perhaps I am The TirsT To Take my courage inTo my hands and cry ouT in proTesT againsT This dreadTuI sysTem. By The same law oT coincidence which Tinds one in The baThTub when The Tele- phone rings, or cold cream on one's Tace when company calls. I am always wearing The mosT unbecoming Trock I own when keeping an appoinTmenT wiTh The hairdresser. I am received by a sophisTicaTed individual wiTh orange hair and green Tinger nails who sneers aT me over an enormous desk. She has a grudge againsT humaniTy and asks in an angry voice il I wish any parTicuIar operaTor. For a TIeeTing second I consider summoning up my courage and asking Tor some one new. BuT insTead I ask in a Teeble voice Tor AnaToIe. I have been asking Tor AnaToIe in The same Teeble voice Tor years, and aIThough I am TrighTened To deafh oT The man, iT is only in momenTs oT madness ThaT I even consider Trying any one else. The creaTure wiTh The orange hair asks me To waiT and indicaTes a beauTiTuI plush chair inTo which I sink graTeTulIy. BUT iT is only a Tew momenTs beTore I am aware ThaT because oT The peculiar angle oT The seaT, I am pracTicaIIy on a parallel wiTh The Tloor. This is in iTseIT disTurbing enough, buT combined wiTh The knowledge ThaT my skirT is noT adeguaTe To cover me in This unnaTural posiTion, I am reduced To abiecT humiIiaTion. I hurriedly regain my perpendicular and choose The soTa, where I siT sharply conscious ol: The dusTiness oT my suede shoes againsT a luscious Turquoise carpeT. IT is here ThaT AnaToIe Tinds me. I-Ie greeTs EighT me wiTh a flashing LaTin smile which insTanTIy changes inTo a ferocious frown. WhaT, he asks. is ThaT? Quaking, I look down aT my gym suiT which I am Taking home for a washing. As coldly as possible I Tell him whaT iT is. Ah, he answers disparagingly, and Turning on his heel wiTh a miIiTary click. he adds, Come, Scooping up my books and The offending gym suiT, I follow him. I seaf myself in The chair and Anafole Takes my Things and The gym suiT, which he holds beTween Thumb and forefinger. I hold my breaTh, clench my fisTs, and lean back while he washes my hair. Ugh, he uTTers, picking up a sTrand gingerly, FiIThy. I don'T see how ThaT can be, AnaToIe. I was here only a week ago, I reTorT, sTung by his uniusT remark uTTered in a loud voice, which awakens inTeresT in The girl opposife me. She is a blond wiTh flawless skin and is holding inTimaTe conver- saTion wiTh her operaTor, who is helping her ouT of a mink swagger coaT and unpinning an orchid corsage from her shoulder. In a few minuTes The washing is over and TorTure comparable To The Iron BooT begins. I am well supplied wiTh mirrors and a brighf IighT shines down from over my head. I can'T remember ever looking so repulsive before. Where do you wanT The parT? inquires Anafole. ' I Think I'I Try The righT side, I reply. No, answers AnaToIe emphafically. Your face is Toowide, your forehead. she is Too low, your mouTh, she is Too big, and your ears sfick ouT. AfTer delivering This invenTory in a loud voice, he proceeds To parT my hair in The middle. I hear The operaTor saying To The blonde in a caressing voice, Ah, Mademoiselle, iT is a ioy--a bil' of sweeT ecsfacy To creaTe a coiffure for a face like yours. I Try To caTch her reply, buf can'T, and Tall To wondering whaT she could say To a complimen-T supreme. Meanwhile AnaToIe Tugs and pulls, and finally breaks my reverie like ThaT by asking disgus+edIy why I have ben dyeing my hair. I proTesT Trufhfully ThaT I haven'T even Touched iT, buT he waves away my explanaTions and I see The Blonde Ieering maliciously ouT of large. black-fringed vioIeT eyes. Soon I hear The sound for which I have been waiTing. IT is The click-click of AnaTole's scissors. I don'T wanT any hair cuT off, I say firmly. CuT? asks Anafole in asTonishmenT. Miss Virginia, I wouldn'T cuT ony of your hair. No. I wanT iusT To Thin iT a lee+le. No, I reply. I don'T wanT iT even Thinned. I don'T wanT iT Touched. O, K. I won'T Touch iT. JusT a Ieefle biT Thinned, and he clicks his scissors perilously near my ear. I jump and say sTubbornIy, AnaToIe, I wanT my hair To grow, and The IasT Time you Thinned iT you Took a good Two inches off. Dramafically, Anafole lays down his scissors and Takes off my bib wiTh a flourish. There, he says, UGO. I can do noThing unless I Thin your hair. She is like a rug. IT is ridiculous To even Think of my going home wiTh my hair dripping down my neck: so conquered and humiliafed, I give in. BuT I resolve never To be so foolish again, for when he is finished iT is Too shorT. Nine Anafole is fhoroughly disgusfed by now, and barely lisfens when I explain fhaf I wanf fhe curls low. Leave if fo me, he says laconically. l fix beau+ifuI, and humming A Tavern in fhe Town. he proceeds fo sef fhe curls high. Timidly I ask, Er, isn'+ fhaf a bif high? In reply he roars: Who is doing This, you or me? If you wanf fo do if--do. I am on fhe verge of a spirifed reforf when I see The Blonde and her adoring operafor smirking in my direcfion. and fhe spirif dies wifhin me. Then if is all overlbuf fhe shoufing. Anafole leads me over a vasf expanse of floor in view of hundreds of people dressed normally. One hand holding my pockefbook and fhe ofher clufching fhe space befween my skirf and blouse, I finally reach fhe dryer. Wirh a hand-rubbing gesfure. Anafole leaves me. I sif for ages under scorching heaf, sure fhaf I have been forgoffen. I am nof misfaken: I am rescued only when some girl in uniform fakes pify on me and seeks ouf Anafole. I sfill cling fo some hope unfil Anafole has finished combing ouf my fresses. fhen I musf relinquish if, for I see a grofesque creafure in fhe mirror wifh a foo broad face, foo small nose, foo low forehead, wearing a coiffure fhaf accenfuafes her ears, which sfick ouf. A+ fhe same momenl' I see The blonde. a golden vision of Ioveliness, and my eyes fill wifh sinful fears, of envy and of anger. I give fhe self-safisfied Anafole a quarfer and rush blindly fo fhe resf room where I drag a wef comb fhrough my shorn locks. FRIENDSHIP A well of sympafhy I see- Where visions swim: The kindly forehead of fhe sky- Keeps daylighfs dim . . . Mid heavens of unbounded love- l dream of him. The chain fhaf runs from sky fo earfh Links hearl' wifh mind: The hearfs fhal' fhrob fo rhyfhmic fhoughfs Are love-enshrined: And eyes fhaf search The depfhs of soul Can nor be blind . . . ls love a hawfhorn or a rose, A pool or sea? A cup of fragrance or a bowl Of poefry? Why Ief fhese quesfions inferpose, When spring of inflorescenf ioy Is come fo me? H KATHERINE VALENTINE CARASSO. Grade Three Ten FIIQST NIGI-ITETQ S THEY leTT The neighborhood l.oew's, home- ward bound, he was inTiniTely happier Than when he had sTarTed ouT ThaT evening. The double TeaTure They had iusT seen could noT have had This eTTecT on him. He couldn'T even remem' ber who was sTarred, RoberT or Roland Young. As Tor The love inTeresT-he hadn'T even noTiced her. He was Too occupied paying aTTenTion To Carol, Tor she had iusT promised To go To ThaT dance wiTh him Two weeks hence. They soon reached her house. Bob never real- ized ThaT The walk could be so shorT. He hadn'T even had a chance To say much To Carol. He had been reviewing The evening's progress, and was pracTically losT in his own ThoughTs. He said his blushing good-nighTs and Turned The corner To walk To his house. He remem- bered now how he had goTTen up The courage To ask her. Some line in The Tilm gave him The idea. Orchids To RoberT Riskinf' Bob ThoughT. He reached his house: buT beTore he TiTTed his key inTo The laTch, he sTraighT- ened himselT To his Tull Tive TooT eleven and Took a signiTicanT, Today I am a Man aTTiTude. ThaT was iusT The way our hero TelT. ATTer all he was a senior aT high school, had scored seven poinTs during The lasT TooTball season, and had even made ArisTa-buT righT now all ThaT didn'T counT. He TelT sure ThaT he had made Carol and she was going To The dance wiTh him. Our hero had been in serviTude all week. He had To, To geT whaT he wanTed from his older broTher who was home from Cornell beTween Terms. He almosT rebelled when he had To go To The library The second Time one aTTernoon To geT a designaTed book, buT now he was aT leasT sure oT being able To wear his broTher's new Tedora Tor The evening. IT had been harder To geT his naTTy new muTTler and glove seT, buT This had been assured him when he Traveled down To ForTy-second STreeT To geT a package one oT his broTher's Triends had leTT There Tor him. Life was being good To Bob, and above all he knew iT. His Triends assured each oTher ThaT he had never TelT beTTer. His pals could vouch Tor This even Though They did noT know who was responsible Tor his currenT change in moods. He surprised one boy, who boasTed oT The biggesT weekly allowance, by oTTering To do his maTh homework Tor Tive days on Terms. Said Terms being ThaT aToremenTioned capiTalisT advance Three dollars of his allowance, unTil Tuesday, Tor sure, Bob hasTened To add. The Three dollars he had been saving Tor skaTes was soon enTered inTo This Tund. He had had To coniugaTe LaTin verbs Tor a week, buT Bob soon earned The righT To borrow his Triend's new doTTed Tie and sharpie socks. You won'T be needing Them beTore Tuesday, and you can have Eleve fhem back by fhen, he assured his friend, who was nof so sure who had goffen fhe besf of fhe bargain. His haberdashery was now complefely arranged for. buf Dad presenfed anofher proposifion of which he almosf despaired geffing any resulfs. He had his license fo drive a car fwo weeks now, buf his fafher refused fo recognize if as aughf buf a scrap of paper which his pesky son persisfed in flaunfing in his face. He definifely could nof have The car for fhe evening. Buf dad chuckled and soon gave in. Bob's happiness was complefe. He had fhe car for iusf fhaf night his brofher's muffler, gloves and fedora for only fhis once. sharpie socks and a new fie in exchange for Lafin verbs, and pockefed five dollars unfil Tuesday. Above all, he had Carol, and 'ro make sure of 'rhe dafe, he sfrolled around 'ro her house. Nofhing could go wrong fo mar fhe evening's pleasures. Thai' sacred Safurday evening was only fwo days away. His friends could only guess af 'rhe cause of fhe exuberance. Buf Bob preferred fo lef fhem draw fheir own conclu- sions. He could have fold fhem whom he was faking, for whom he had ordered gardenias for Safurday, buf he preferred fo keep if a secref. Gee!! Carol sure was swell! Whaf luck knowing such a girl! Safurday arrived. He had reserved fhe shower for a specified hour, days in advance, and now he made his way fhere. ln an hour and a half he would be seeing her, he fhoughf. He was righf, buf he did nof see her under fhe condi- fion he had planned and expecfed-dancing fo fhe sfrains of Don Lee's orchesfra. An emissary rang fhe bell, and he had fo inferrupf his dressing fo answer if. He wasn'+ sure he undersfood all. buf 'rhere sfood Carol's brofher as proof. Carol had 'rurned her ankle, and could he make fhe dafe for Tuesday. He couldn'1' fell her brofher 'rhaf everyfhing had fo go back by Tuesday. The fie, fhe socks. muffler, gloves, haf, money-everyfhing! He felf fhe fickefs in his pockef as he walked 'ro her house. and realized fhaf fhey would nof be used' as he had hoped. Buf af leasf he could see her, could spend fhaf sacred Safurday nighf wifh her, could fell her as fhey played af checkers fhaf alfhough H' would have been such fun, he was happier spending 'rhe evening wifh her alone af her house. TEM PEST Who am l fo push dehanf Againsf convenfion? Who am l fo sfand adamanf Before fhe door of rule? While sforms rage. And greaf winds push Againsf my forfress, My inner fempesf sends Back fheir angry fhreaf. Who am l fo sfamp af chance And shrill my voice fo a cold sky, When no one answers buf my own lnquiefude, seefhing wifh life? -Sybil Gowdy-Grade Seven 'welve JANE WORONOCK, Grade Seven OE The Knife looked guardedly aT his reflec- Tion in The glass door of The sTaTion waifing- room he was enTering. He saw wiTh nervous eyes ThaT his blue overcoaT fiTTed him well, ThaT his haf of grey was new looking, ThaT his Trousers were nicely pressed, his shoes like well-oiled maple furniTure. lmpressed wiTh his own respecfabilify, he Temporarily casf off his nervousness, and swaggered over To The TickeT office. When's The nexT Train for New York, Bud? he asked. There's an express aT ll:O5. One way or - -e round Trip? Round Trip. l'll be back This Time nexT week. This false bravado was hard To refain, especially when he saw ThaT There were no empfy benches near his Track. As he sTood againsT The wall, he felT as if all eyes were upon him, quesfioning him, accusing him, iusf like on ThaT nighf in The police sTaTion when he had finally confessed. Joe The Knife felT as if someone were unmercifully slashing his ever more dull blade againsT a greaf rock. He Tried To escape The eyes-by looking down aT The floor, by repeafing over and over in his mind The phrase, lT's Chrisfmas, and l'm going home. lT's ChrisTmas, and l'm going home. Soon he dared To glance up. No one seemed To be waTching him. He remembered ThaT he would like To have somefhing To read on The long Train- iourney. There was a sTand close by. He walked over To iT as selfconsciously as a schoolboy walks across a pIa+Torm before The whole school. While The man in charge waifed Too paTienTly, he scanned his wares. Only The deTecTive magazines appealed To him. ThaT cover for insfance, wiTh a beauTiful woman lying in a pool of brighf red blood and The shadowy Torm of a man slinking away was someThing Thaf had inTrigued him since he was a boy of eighf. Then, he had gone To bed wiTh Them under his pillow, vowing To wake aT fiveiand read unTil seven. Having already defermined To buy iT, he was searching in his pockeT for The proper change, when he suddenly remembered who he was, The condifions under which he was Traveling, and The voice of The Governor saying, According To cusTom, we are giving Chrisfmas presenfs To The sTaTe's besT convicfs-a week's parole and wishes for a happy holiday season aT home wiTh Their families. Joe The Knife hurriedly puT a dime on The counfer and Took copies of The SaTurday Evening PosT and Colliers Thirfeen See The brighT young Freshman On a mid-SepTember morn. Behold The TIucTuaTing Tears ThaT now her inTanT face adorn. Gone is her eighTh grade confidenceg Shorn are her TooT-long locks, And she sTands in doubTTul glory In coTTon dress, deiecTed socks, She sTarTs, and slinks in silence Through The spacious corridor. For she has seen a Senior And no sighT could be horrider. BUT when The scornTul shadow passes She her scaTTered wiTs assembles. And vows ThaT, as a Senior, she Won'T i.nTlicT Those FirsT Term Trembles. She's given up reading Nancy Drew. For she is now a Sophomore. She goes in Tor Dickens, ElioT Too, lJusT To please her English prof more.l. NoT as guileless as she was, She's acquired a blase smile, And marks would show she doesn'T mind Skipping her homework once in awhile. She's ioined a few aThleTic clubs. And proudly pays her dues. And insTead of milk aT recess Time She Takes a swig of ora.nge iuize. Now when she sees a Senior She does noT shrink nor hide. BuT aT The mild young Freshmen She genTly TlaunTs her TourTh Term pride. She, now a Junior. is disposed To reading True Romances. And by The way of doing homework She learns The sTeps of modem dances. She has reached The phase wherein She neglecTs The social graces, And she even, Though inTrequenTly, Yawns 'freely in her Teachers' Taces, She's ioined in all acTiviTies WiTh a sudden Tiery fervor. The ThoughT oT doing sTill more work Seems To noT aT all unnerve her. A Triendship wiTh a Senior Holds a measure of re.nown. And her glances aT The Freshmen Are wiTh abseni' kindness levelled down. Our Senior, for assembly, Wears a Tie of brillianT grace. She marches proudly down The aisle And sTands erecT-in The wrong place. This Term she works wiTh ardorg Reads The Times insTead of News. She has a worn and haqgard look, And she doesn'T prompTly pay her clues. Now ThaT she's abouT To leave Of love Tor all Things she's aware, Save ThaT her calm disdain implies ThaT The Freshmen aren'T even There. She doesn'T know They're human They're The dusT beneaTh her 'feeT. ForgoTTen is her Freshman vow- Helen MGYSI' The meTamorphosis compleTe. ggzlgesfgghfl STUDENT META- MORPHO- SIS STUDENT INTEQVIEW HELEN MEYER and ELLEN STATON, Grade Eighf UBBLING over wiTh SaTurday affernoon enThusiasm, we made a dash for The MeTropoliTan Opera House To congraTulaTe Mr. Norman Cordon, young bass- barifone lead, on his MephisTopheles, which performance had occurred iusT five monThs before in Cincinnafi. He had been a Tremendous success, and The overwhelming parTialiTy of The audience To his melodious devil had occasioned The remark ThaT iT was no wonder There were Two sins in CincinnaTi. Mr. Cordon apparenfly remembered The occasion, for in less Than half an hour we were dis- cussing ThaT Cincinnafi run wiTh surprised ease. We IefT wiTh a recommendafion To hear Caponsacchi and an inviTaTion backsfage following ThaT performance. Backsfage Mr. Cordon appeared excifed and' hoT. He had iusT scored anoTher success, buT his main worry aT The momenf seemed To be The unfangling of a cross from The buTTons of his Pope's cosTume. Energefically removing a long, whiTe wig, Talking earnesTIy wiTh a group of friends, making haphazard plans for a Trip home in The summer and, we fear, aTTempTing desperafely To place us, kepT Mr. Cordon occupied for Ten complicafed minuTes. BuT some place in The midsT of Them we made abouT five seconds' worTh of plans for an inferview. Followed a voluminous cohespondence by Telephone and mail, which resulfed in our meefing Mr. Cordon in The lobby of The Buckingham HoTel on anoTher SaTurday affernoon. His cusTomary appearance is quife similar To The backsTage personaliTy ThaT is an inTrinsic parT of every acTor's naTure. He is naTurally friendly and easy To Talk To, excluding The facTor of his asTounding. Though very pleasanT. heighf, which makes conversaTion a neck-sfraining iob. Norman Cordon enTered briskly. He was a very few minuTes laTe, and he apologized wiTh sufficienT logic, adding wiTh a grin and a SouThern accenT, I'm a mean man, and Then seTTIed down To work. He seemed prepared for anyfhing, so The firsT quesfion produced only a sIighT iar, and a second of earnesT Thoughf. No, he said confemplafively, I didn'T wanT To be a sTreeT car conducTor. I wanTed To be a railroad engineer. I really did. And yeT I've been singing since I was four years old, and I never wanfed To sing anyfhing buT opera, so I guess The oTher ambifion wasn'T very sTrong. We were glad iT hadn'T been, buT we refrained from any such commenT and asked Mr. Cordon wheTher he preferred The Wagnerian school of opera To The lighTer group. He sfraddled ThaT one by recounTing The respecTive meriTs of boTh schools, and sTaTing ThaT he, naTurally, had no preference. IT seems ThaT he likes opereTTas, alfhough he's never performed in any. This subiecf proved a producfive one, for from iT we branched off and found ourselves discussing GilberT and Sullivan aT Ieng+h. By ThaT Time we were compleTely side- Tracked, and before long Mr. Cordon was giving us a graphic descripTion of his misadvenfures in movie shorTs. HonesTly, he said, when l firsT saw myself on The screen I laughed Till I cried. Mr. Cordon's accenT became more pronounced as his fervor increased. You know, I have a habiT of doin' my eyebrows when l'm Tryin' To express any' l:I'F'I'e6I'l Thing. Here he obligingly gave his brows a wiggle ThaT made Them move approximaTely an inch. And I have such Thick eyebrows, and magnified abouT TiTTy Times, They looked like a couple oT window shades Tlappin' up and down. And when you geT a close-up oT a nice healThy opera high C, your face muscles all TwisTed up, and your mouTh wide open, and a couple oT Tonsils agiTaTin' around back There- Mr. Cordon sTopped his parTial demonsTraTions and assured us wiTh hoarse earnesTness- iT's awTul! He wenT on To sTaTe his belieT ThaT wiThouT a change in phoTographic and recording meThods. and, he added cauTiously, in opera singers, moving picTures of The operas are impracTical. BuT he believes ThaT sooner or laTer such moving picTures will be made. We asked Mir. Cordon if he, and The maioriTy oT opera singers, would be willing To lend Their TalenTs To moTion picTures. Lend our TalenTsl he snorTed. We wouldn'T wanT To lend our TalenTs. We'd wanT To go ouT There and make a pile oT money. Well, we had wanTed Trankness, and we goT iT, plus humor. Finding him in such a revealing mood, we decided' To ask him a quesTion ThaT had boThered us as offenders on ThaT score: Did opera singers obiecT To amaTeur warblers who go abouT singing La Donna E Mobile and such? Mr. Cordon looked resigned and sighed. No, iT's pre'Hy Terrible, buT we geT used To iT. Then he added apologeTi- cally, BuT if you mean singing in The baThTub, I do ThaT myself. I warm up while l'm shaving, and go aT iT hell-Tor-leaTher. Singing while you shave sounds dangerous, we venTured. He ThoughT ThaT one over. Well, someTimes The neighbors obiecT, buT usually I iusT run a Tew scales, mezzo voce, To see wheTher l'm in good voice Tor The day. Then came a shock. We asked whaT opera singers ThoughT oT popular music. They like iTl WiTh reservaTions. The opera people like good jazz, said Mr. Cordon, parTicularly The Euro- peans. I guess iT's because They don'T geT much oT iT over There. We all like good popular music-I don'T mean The sTuTT ThaT comes ouT oT Tin Pan Alley. ThaT 'You're The Cream in My CoTTee' Type oT song-buT we Think George Gershwin and his broTher do Tine work, and' l'm crazy abouT Cole PorTer. I saT Through 'AnyThing Goes' Tour Times. You know, we usually geT Annie Oakleys, buT once wasn'T enough. I had To keep on going back. Ge1'Ting around To STrauss, Kern, and Lehar-oT course They're good--we like Kern and The 'ShowboaT' music. We're all crazy abouT 'Old Man River,' we bassos. . ATTer his enThusiasm had cooled, we decided To geT back To business. We sTarTed To ask Tor deTails oT his life hisTory, and' 'Found him Tully prepared. He handed us a leaTleT, and Told us ThaT we could- look up ThaT sTuTT in There. Then he waiTed Tor The nexT quesTion. - The leaTIeT Told us ThaT he was born in WashingTon, NorTh Carolina, and has never been ouT oT The UniTed STaTes. ThaT makes him raTher unique in a proTes- sion in which Toreign Training, aT leasT, is a near-requisiTe. Following several years aT a miliTary academy and The UniversiTy oT NorTh Carolina, he aTTended The Nashville ConservaTory of Music. His voice was TurTher developed by Training SixTeen under Hadley OuTland in Chicago. Mr. Cordon Told us ThaT his ancesfors lefT England Tor America in l682, which makes him of very pure American sTock. His opera experience includes work wiTh seven major opera companies. He has also done radio and concerT singing. Mr. Cordon was glad To Tell us of his preferences in The line of sporTs. He plays Tennis and rides a greaT deal, even going in for sTeeplechase racing. He Took Time ouT To bemoan The facT ThaT he has no horses in New York. As for his favoriTe role, he is mosT fond of ThaT of MephisTopheles in FausT. He seems To like New York. ThaT is, wiTh The excepfion of auTomaTs. He can'T geT enough To eaT in Them. BuT he likes subways, and says ThaT mosT of The opera people use Them. Subways broughT us To The quesTion of The famed New York speed as opposed To The alleged sleepiness of SouThern Towns. Things really do run more slowly There. The lunch hour lasTs abouT Three. BuT Those SouThern belles-Mr. Cordon smiled. They're all righT, he said reflecTively. Then he repeaTed wiTh emphasis, They're all righT. Once again we reTurned To The lvleTropoliTan, and Norman Cordon Told us ThaT The singers are very friendly wiTh each oTher offsTage. The opera people, he said, are perhaps The mosT closely associaTed group in The world. They hold informal concerTs, and They visiT each oTher's homes afTer The season's over. BuT, of course, There's rivalry, and There are always some groups aT swords' poinTs. For insTance, Tenors don'T speak To Tenors. ln some incomprehensible way we goT around To The subiecT of makeup, and discussed The horrors of wearing crepe hair like veTerans. The opera singers make Themselves up-Mr. Cordon is parficularly experT aT iT, learning Through long and sad experience, and wiTh a li++le help from fellow players in The begin- ning. He gave us some helpful advice on miTigaTing The TorTure of removing The said crepe hair beards, buT he looked a li++le sTarTled aT our need for such advice. Then he indignanTly denied being bored by in+erviews-par+icularly ones like ours, he Told us, because he liked silly quesTions. He didn'T remember his firsT inTerview. BuT l remember one Time, he said, looking somewhaT pained, when The Woman's Club back home asked me To speak To Them. Lord, l didn'T know whaT To say To Them! Finally l goT The idea of sending Them slips of paper asking Them whaT They wanTed To know, and They made up a quesTionnaire, so l iusl' made The speech from ThaT. IT worked preTTy well, Too. lT was some Time laTer when we suddenly remembered our TheaTre maTinee and, since we had covered enough ground for Three inTerviews, we decided we had beTTer leT lvlr. Cordon reTurn To his manager and plans for his concerT schedule. Norman Cordon rose very much and shook hands wiTh us. lT was nice of you To sTop in. he said. As we rushed along 58Th STreeT, we realized The difficulTy ThaT lay before us in aTTempTing To record only The more serious remarks of a person wiTh so grand a sense of humor. The TempTaTion was Too sTrong, so we have shown only The lighTer side of Mr. Norman Cordon. There is only an incompleTe picTure To inTroduce This Tall young American wiTh more Than his share of TalenT. Sevenieen- STUDENT STIPEND ELLEN STATON and HELEN MEYER, Grade EighT ESPITE The obvious TacT ThaT This arTicle is as long and solemn as a LaTin proTessor's beard, iT has iTs purpose on earTh: To blasT The well-founded Theory ThaT iT is impossible To eaT, keep ouT oT debT, and have The necessary amounT of Tun on The average high-school-sTudenTs allowance. BreaThes There a high school sTudenT wiTh soul so dead ThaT, upon receiving The daily or weekly TriTle, she has noT snorTed a sigh ThaT reeks oT eiTher resignaTion or The You'll Be Sorry Some Day aTTiTude, and Then proceeded To moan volubly on The iniusTice oT TaTe? We-in a body-doubT IT. BuT aTTer all The week's bills are paid, and all The week's school lunches eaTen, and all ThaT remains is a Tree SaTurday aTTer- noon and a quarTer, need The downTrodden sTudenT give up The ghosT and decide To drown her sorrows and sink her quarTer in a LoTT's double pineapple soda wiTh whipped cream, cherries, and her choice oT musTard or sauerkrauT on Top? She need noT, and ThaT is where we come in. We, ouT oT happy experience, can sug- gesT means oT disposing oT boTh quarTer and SaTurday aTTernoon in a way saTis- TacTory To all concerned. OT course, one can always spend an aTTernoon in The park, buT- SuggesTion No. I-For The school idioTs. lnTerview someone. OT course, you can'T go around iusT indiscriminaTely inTerviewing people. AT besT This can only be done once or Twice, and Then only iT you have The necessary excuse. This is Tor The school wriTers and would-be wriTers who can really give Their chosen celebriTy a Tairly air-TighT reason Tor having said inTerview. BuT There are rules To This game as To all oThers, and The mosT imporTanT are noT To be Too persisTenT, and noT To go abouf iT sensibly. The eTTecT oT acTions of such unmiTigaTed lunacy is incredibly cheering, and noT one ounce of ThaT cheerTul aTmosphere should be losT. One clay when we were Teeling in a blue Tunk we decided ThaT, Tor no reason on earTh excepT ThaT iT mighT be used Tor The Blue and Gold, we'd inTer- view Frank LawTon. To The uneducaTed wiTness IT would appear ThaT TaTe was againsT us, Tor we were very deTiniTely unable To geT in To see him, buT such was noT The case. Every impedimenT in The paTh oT success-in This line-adds ma- Terially To The Tun. We waiTed Then inside The sTage door, and were composedly nibbling chocolaTe bars when Mr. LawTon. looking none Too anxious To see anyone, sTole relucTanTly ouT inTo The open. There was a crowd oT auTograph seekers who immediaTely began To wave programs in The air and run abouT like The proverbial chicken wiTh iTs head off. We were wiTh him firsT, and announced proudly ThaT we did noT wanT his aufograph. Mr. LawTon's expression was undecided as To wheTher To be graTeTul or insulTed. l-le agreed very nicely, however, To Talk To us for a few minufes. IT was far from saTisfacTory. Mr. LawTon answered ques- Tions beTween flourishes of The pen, and, when The oThers were gone, asked us more quesTions Than we had asked him. He was, neverTheless, very obliging, buT The inTerview came To an abrupT end when we ran ouT of quesTions and half of us asked Mr. LawTon if all greasepainT smelled alike. We lefT, considerably im- pressed by his niceness and his laugh, and in a posiTively hilarious mood. CosT: carfare .,..,..,.,...A,,A..,,,,,,,,,.. IOc chocolaTe bar .,,.,,,,,,.. 5c ToTal .,.,,,,.,...,.......,,.s..ss,,...... l5c and our digniTy SuggesTion No. 2-For naTure lovers walking almosr anywhere. One of The firsT of These expediTions led To Sheepshead Bay, The early home of one of us. Forearmed wiTh a knowledge of whaT iT had been some years ago, we seT ouT To roam now unfamiliar land. The day was perfecT ancl The waTer sparkled wiTh The exTravaganT coloring of a picTure posTcard, The small fishing boaTs lay dwarfed buT perT. aT The new cemenT docks ThaT line The bay road, and The gulls swooped above aT iusT The disTance necessary To make a gull beauTiful. And Then, incomprehensibly, we were Talking To Two girls, half-forgoTTen childhood friends. They and a brofher whose erxisTence was somehow overlooked in Those days were ouT for Their firsT Tramp of The season, like ourselves, on advenTure benT. OuT on Plum Island, The old air of semi-civilizaTion remains. IT is marshy ground, and flaT, and The high spring Tides cover a greaT deal of iT, so The shacks ThaT fill iT are builT on Tall sTilTs. lnsTead of sTairs leading up To each house, There is a wooden bridge Thaf serves as a road, iTs branches forming a neTwork of sTreeTs some five feeT above The ground. We even found a pump, and Bob, wiTh The aid of his Boy ScouT Training, seT To work To prime iT. AfTer some gulps of raTher rusTy waTer, we conTinued on To The Tip of The island. There we goT a good look aT The new bridge They are building To Rockaway. By This Time we all felT raTher hungry, so we cuT The cakes wiTh a bobby pin, and The lunch we had packed for Two was somehow sTreTched inTo a meal for five. YeT we all had enough and enioyed iT immensely. The Zeiders were responsible for a good deal of iT. They were an unbelievably naive and good-naTured Trio and did The mosT amazing Things wiTh The mosT unconcerned air. On The way back To Sheepshead Bay proper, They began unceremoniously To sing, harmonizing perfecTly and efforTlessly. EvidenTly They iusT worked ouT harmonizaTions as They wenT along, for They Tried ouT a few songs whose words They did noT even know. We lefT Them reluncTanTly and wiTh us Took an English RegenTs book, an im- pulse on The parT of RuTh, The eldesT. Someday very soon we're going back, buT such quieT, perfecT pleasure, can'T be capTured Twice. Nln6ie6h Suggesfion No. 3-Taking picfures of almosf anyfhing. This, of course, requires a camera, buf an expense fhaf musf be encounfered only once can usually be covered by some earnesf wheedling. Also, film is needed, which again limifs fhis field, buf we can suggesf one economy. Jusf don'+ have fhe picfures developed unless you really wanf fhem. l+'s really a very sensible idea, for, in our case af leasf, mosf of 'rhe fun lies in faking fhe picfure. The bafch of picfures we enioyed mosf never furned ouf. We decided one day fo fake picfures of all fhe places in New York con- necfed wifh our beloved D'Oyly Carfe Troupe. One of fhese spofs, we blush fo admif, was Sardi's Liffle Bar, and fo cornplefe our collecfion we iusf had fo snap if. Oufwardly calm. we seffled ourselves in fronf of fhe Broadhursf, iusf opposife Sardi's, and Ellen carefully focussed fhe camera on 'rhaf memorable spof. Buf fhe fraflic refused fo cooperafe, so she remained fhus for several minufes, fo 'rhe amusemenf of fhe passers-by. Two old ladies of fhe Vicforian Grandmofher sfyle seemed parficularly sfruck wifh fhe humor,-fhaf is unfil fhey followed fhe direcfion of fhe camera, and Sardi's hif fheir sfarfled eyes. They scuffled on several yards and furned fo give us anofher horrified glare. l-lelen, unmindful of all buf 'the irlerfering fraffic, finally signalled 'rhaf all was clear, and furned wifh fhe air of one who has done her dufy and remarked, Gosh, l'm +hirsfy! According 'ro Ellen's reporf fhe old ladies wenf info a sfanding fainf. And Helen spenf some fen bewildered minufes frying 'ro inferpref Ellen's mingled giggles and reproach- ful glares. The general faulf fhaf causes mosf frouble is frying fo include a maior porfion of fhe world in each picfure. One fakes a picfure of fhe ofher and by fhe fime every infriguing free, and every capfivafing cloud has been included, fhe cenfral figure has abouf as much prominence as a flea on a Sf. Bernard. Buf picfure-faking is fun, we assure you fhaf. Suggesfion No. 4-For fhose who aspire fo liferary heighfs. Take an evenf of recenf imporfance in your life and wrife if, wifh defails, as mafurely as you can. This is one of fhose fhings fhaf cosf nof one penny. If is parficularly nice for rainy Safurday affernoons when you feel fhaf fhe earfh is fhe size of a well-de- veloped fried egg, and all on if are proporfionafely small, and you are fluffering angelically above if looking down on all and sundry wifh superior gloom. Wifh fhis mefhod you invariably end in acfual hysferics and fhinking yourself quife human again. Our mosf convincing experience of 'l'his nafure was in fhe wrifing of our inferview wifh Mr. lvlarfyn Green of fhe D'Oyly Carfe Opera Company for fhe Blue and Gold. We ran info really incredible difficulfies, and made more ludicrous misfakes in expression fhan we had fhoughf possible. Only examples can give fhis real force. Mr, Green, we wrofe, in enumerafing his mannerisms, ran his fingers fhrough his hair and smoked. We became even more involved affer fhe discovery fhaf our lasf remark, while euphonious, had ifs bad poinfs, and fhe re- sulf of our confusion was a senfence fhaf said, l-le mofioned me fo a chair and saf down. Buf fhe grand climax was reached when we were felling of fhe sweep- ing mofion fhaf had removed a bif of cosfume from a chair. Mr, Green, we wrofe, mofioned us fo chairs and fook off a pair of pan+s. Or you can, as Twe nfy we did, 'fry wriring poefry and meer srupendous odds in finding rhymes. Such was our experience in wriring The Ballad of Beau Brummell. Lines like Long since Beau's elegance has were And all his friends. save Morii-mer. and Beau's friends have lefl him in a spoi. Where he is he doesn r know if or noi. were rife, probably rhe worsr being 'rhis brainslorm, The Prince rurned wifh a srarrled boundl- And +here he was-all rurned around! Bur ar 'rhar rime rhings began 'ro gel really bad, for we could 'rhink of no ending verse bu+ Beau Brummell fell wirh a Thump +o +he floor, Never again +o gef up no more. Perhaps 'lhe la'res+ was an aHemp+ +o wri+e a farce on an old melodrama called English Orphans. One verse wenr fhusz Fanny +urned wi+h a ioyful panny When she saw her darling Danny Wifh joy she did go quire insanny And los? her mind-if she had anny. These speak for Themselves, and we promise you similar resulis and similar sub- sequenr exhilaralion. Here you have suggesfions in amazing quanfifies. Surely now, you can know glorious fun, and be complelely saiisfied wi'rh your lol. Surely now, you can. We never could. Paradoxes are my guilt- l am like a pafchwork quil+. Being 'rimid like a dove. l can slaugh'rer wifh my love. Now l sring and now l kiss. My one 'rener is Caprice. By commanding l obey- Whal' l 'lhink l dare nor say. l advance and l re+rea+. l can conquer in de'Fea+ . . . 1 ln my weakness l rebel,- Lel' 'lhe spirii' run pell-mell! . . Kaiherine Valenrine Carasso, Grade Three TWGDTY-One THE COBBLEI2 KATHERINE VALENTINE CARASSO, Grade Three He discarded liTTle sorrows, Like old leaTher in repairs: YesTerdays and brief Tomorrows SwepT abouT him unawares. WiTh The busy hammer clicking, WiTh The whirring of a Thread, He allowed The hours Ticking- Far behind or Tar ahead. WhaT was care, wiTh visions cenTered On a narrowed hemisphere? All his sTrengTh oT hearT had enTered In a loud sTaccaTo air . . . While his lonely voice kepT ringing, Age had Threafened here and There! Mending booTery and singing- STayed The blanching of his hair. TCD BABY JACQUELINE SYBIL G-OWDY, Grade Seven You do noT know, You cannoT guess The soluTion To The problem. life. Your Tiny hands have noT yeT baT'rled sTriTe, Nor pushed aside adversiTy. May TaTe be kind: May Time be slow To bring before you solemn Things To sever Ties To which your child's TaTe clings WiTh simple TrusT. BuT when you poise your arrow, When you aim Tor The goal. May TorTune pull The cord! May kind TorTune send you Toward success! -WS Fl'l'y-i'WO 5253.595 RTCC H ' N THE evening oT February TourTh, There occurred aT The lvieTropoIiTan Opera House one oT Those evenTs oT suTTicienTIy viTal imporTance To war- ranT The aTTendance oT clroves oT curious music lovers, and The long- suTTering class of bored New York socieTy. IT was The American premiere oT Richard Hageman's Caponsacchi. In The hands of a repuTedIy discriminaTing audience, iT received a warm recepTion. The harassed newspaper reviewers, how- ever, voiced The opinions oT whaT musT have been a minoriTy when They were less kind To iT. The only apparenTly possible reason Tor The diTTerence oT opinion lay in The TacT ThaT premiere audiences are inclined To be genTIe. BuT very probably one may reverT To Shakespeare and Think, There's more To This Than meeTs The eye. However, I, unqualiTied even To be a music criTic, am noT con- cerned wiTh ThaT. IT is hard To discover wherein lay The TauITs-and There were TauITs-of This opera. Few books have beTTer operaTic poTenTiaIiTies Than Caponsacchi. IT was adapTed by ArThur Goodrich Trom RoberT Browning's poem, The Ring and The Book, and iT is The dramaTic sTory oT a priesT and a beauTiTuI woman, and a villain 'Fashioned aTTer The usual paT'Tern Tor villains. The libreTTo has some Telling and Touching passages. and There is enough varieTy in The sTory To make iT much beTTer Than The ordinary run oT operaTic ploTs. There is one scene in which The heroine TainTs some half dozen Times, reviving beTween These seizures only long enough To sing a Tew bars oT splendid music wiTh remarkable vocal sTrengTh Tor one so weakened. which brands Pompilia as a voice, noT' a characTer, buT Capon- sacchi himseIT is singularly human. And one musT admire The wicked Guido Franceschini. Perhaps iTs main TauIT is ThaT, possibly due To The sTrengTh oT The ploT. The music is secondary. The score is very clear and obviously planned wiTh greaT sin- ceriTy and precision. IT is The work oT a man who knows music Thoroughly. And The Carnival Music, especially, has IiTe and melody. BuT ThaT IiTe and melody are noT susTained ThroughouT The opera. There are several parTs in which one expecTs ThaT The very harmonious and beauTiTuIIy perTormed music he is hearing is The prelude To a song ThaT musT come. BuT iT never comes. ThaT which is considered The prelude is The song. NaTuraIIy These porTions oT The score leave one wiTh an uncomTorTabIe sense oT vague dissaTisTacTion. BuT Mr. Hageman con- cfucTed and, as always, The orchesTra played exquisiTeIy. Lawrence TibbeTT was The villain, and while his sTyIe is reporTed To have been Too Tlourishing, a deTiniTe evidence oT overacTing, iT was exTremeIy pleasani' and quiTe convincing. One warms To his Tierce snarls and swaggering sTride. And his voice was magniTicenT. Helen Jepson as Pompilia The marTyred heroine, did noT cover herself wiTh glory, buT sang well and looked lovely. Mario Chamlee was noT in good voice as Caponsacchi, buT he aquiTTed himselT as becomes The TradiTionaI TirsT-raTe opera Tenor. Norman Cordon, boTh as Pope InnocenT and The Governor, sang exceedingly well, and showed signs oT an unusual amounT oT acTing abiliTy. OTher parTs were well casT, and There were well-perTormed balleTs. Twefiiy-i'I1 I CYCLGPAEDIA MARY DUDLEY, Grade Eighf NE of fhe mosf diabolical snares in which fo enfangle fhe human mind is fhe cyclopaedia. To read and undersfand an arficle in one of fhese vol- umes is an arf which requires pafience, perseverence, an abnormal infellecf, and a dicfionary. These wordly fime-wasfers increase in fheir uninfelligibilify in direcf proporfion fo fheir size. For insfance in The course of my reading I happened upon fhe word Physeferidae. As is proper fo a scholar, I searched for Physel'ericIae in a cyclopaedia. The nef resulf of my research was as follows-fPhyfeteridae fPhy.reter -Ir idaejf a family of exiftent clelhinoia' letacea, of the grovp Delpinoidea, having functional teeth in the lower jaw only, and the fkull Jtrongly aryinmetrical. To the family helong Phyfeterinae anal Hyperoodon. fThir continues for quite a while yet,j They have the head neither roftrate nor marginate, the fnont high toward! the front and projecting hehind the month, the fhnll heing high or retroverrely convex, the Jnpraoccipital hone projecting heyoncl the vertical of the temporal foxyae, and the frontal honef virihle ahove af erect triangular or retroveriely falciform wed ge! hetzveen ina,-cillarief and Jvpraoccital. See Catodontidaej Now fhis is a mess fo sfrike ferror info fhe hearf of fhe mosf infrepid seeker affer knowledge. I This made everyfhing clear excepf fhe definifion. Af leasf I knew fhe skull was sfrongly asymmefrical as in fhe family I-lyperoodon, wifh refroversely falciform wedges befween fhe maxilliaries and fhe superaoccifal. Affer all Physeferidae had fhe pleasure of an asymrnefrical skull, fhan which fhere is no greafer. Nofhing was leff buf fo see Cafodonfidae which sounds like a play by Euripides. Affer walking up fwo flighfs of sfairs and down again wifh Vol. II, I found Cafo- donfidae repeafs fhe above informafion referring! one fo I-lyperoodon. I repeafed fhe llighr fo fhe bookcase for Vol. VI which referred me fo Cafacea in Vol. ll which I had leff fwo flighfs above me. All fhis only helped fo add fuel fo fhe fire of my wrafh, and I found myself condemning I-lyperoodon fo everlasfing desfrucfion. t Af fwelve o'clock I gave if all up as a bad iob and soughf peace and forgef- fulness in sleep. Buf sleep was a cruel nighfmare wifh purple and red Physeferidae pursuing me over hills, mounfains, and difches. The ingenious Chinese invenfed The DeaTh of a Thousand Deafhs, buf were buf amaTeurs compared wiTh The edifors of a modern cyclopedia. Affer Two monThs lduring which my family was becoming afraidl I changed my plan of aTTack. InsTead of looking up Physeferidae and I-Iyperoodon again. I began looking up each difficuIT word. which operafion Took me Through every volume of'The cyclo- paedia. My skull began To assume a sIighTIy asymmefrical form iTseIf, and I de- veloped refroversely falciform wedges in my back from bending over books. Becoming franfic and despairing in The Third monTh. I searched for Physeferidae by ChrisTian Science-ThaT is I idly Turned The pages and hoped I'd find The fiend- ish word. I also evolved a Theory of how definifions are formuIaTed for a cyclo- paedia. A crowd of college professors siT around a Table and one says, Say, boys. leT's have some fun. When we wriTe This cyclopaedia. we'll wrife every second word in Arabic. GreaT sfuff. J.D. No, J.D. ThaT's Too easy, says anoTher. for every word The researcher looks up, we'll refer him To Chinese philosophy, l7Th cenTury poefry, The IasT will and TesTamenT of The Shar Jehan, eTc., eTc.. Finally my curiosify overcame my scholarly principles: so I called up The zoo- logical lecTurer aT The American Museum of Nafural I-lisTory. I-le referred me To The besT cyclopaedias, which uninformaTive volumes I had long since scoured. Yesferday I picked up a vesT pockeT e-diTion of a low class, common garden varieTy dicfionary-and surprise! IT defined Physeferidae in six undersfandable English words. Physeferidae is a specie of--believe iT or noT-boTTle-nosed whales. So help me! I SOUGI-IT TI-IE WISTFUL SMILE OF DAY KATHERINE VALENTINE CARASSO, Grade Three March I3, I937 I soughf The wisfful smile of day And found a midnighT grin,- While Pixies, spreading wings of fear. Were smiling from wiThin. I Traveled on The chimney's breaTh Above The sea of space, And There I found The dreamer. Deafh, WiTh IaughTer on his face. The dreamer lodged wiThin my soul, And soon was singing There: I-Ie sang of hope. of love and life.- I-Ie sang noT of despair . . . TW6niy-HVe STUDENT STRATEGY LILLIAN OSTERMAN-GRADE SEVEN T-TE clock sTruck eighT Times and Then all was sTill Only Ten minuTes ago she had been sTudiOusly read- ing her hisTOry lesson, an endeavor which had ended wiTh, and Congress proposed The bill. The phrase had reminded her OT The ValenTine parTy The nighT be- Tore, when Kennie had To propose TO her. T-low The crowd laughed! AlThOugh he had preTended To dislike The idea, everyone knew ThaT iT delighTed him To be The cenTer OT aTTenTiOn. T-le made iT long, Tlowery, and Tunny, and when he Tinished, BOOTS replied in a high. babyish voice, I dOn'T know, l'll have To ask my moTher. So her ThoughTs ran on unTil eighT o'clock. FiTTeen minuTes laTer, circumsTances Tound her in The same mode OT preoccupaTion. She had read an- OTher paragraph and Then, resTing her chin on her hands had Tried To reciTe The imporTanT pOinTs OT The pas- sage. ln This posiTion her eyes Tell upon The Two TOOT- ball pennanTs which hung on The wall direcTly in TrOnT OT The desk and insTead OT reciTing her much neglecTed devoir, her mind recalled The evenTs OT The happy days OT The ToOTball season. WhaT is There abOuT a hisTory book ThaT makes one Think OT everyThing buT hisTory? she mused. This Time her ThoughTs were inTerrupTed by The ring OT The doorbell. The door OT The room nexT To hers opened and her older broTher, Phil, ran down The sTairs To answer The bell. Phil was TwenTy, iusT Three years, one monTh mOnTh, and eleven days Older Than she, and Tive inches Taller. This was reason enough, ThOughT Phil, To TlaunT an air OT superioriTy aT his kid sisTer: buT BOOTS had always insisTed ThaT boys were much more sTupid Than girls anyway, and even Three years would nOT make him more inTelligenT Than she. Five sTeps and he was down The sTairs. T-lmmm' Three sTeps aT a Time again, ThoughT BoOTs ready To reprimand him unTil she remembered ThaT only This aTTer- noon he had caughT her sliding down The banisTer. T-li Phil. GreeTings and saluTaTions. Evening, Phil. Here come The Indians! Ah, again we come upon The scene OT The gaThering OT The nuTs. All These greeTings bursT TorTh like a Jack-in-The-Box when The door was opened. Oh, my homework, ThoughT BOOTS. TwenTy-six The sounds had awakened BOOTS Trom her reveriei Jack, Kennie, Bob, Ronnie, and Willie came piling up To Phil's room. They were all six-TooTers excepT Jack, who was only abouT Tive-TooT-Tive and was hailed as The rnascoT oT The crowd. Kennie looked very lanky, an appearance which corresponded wiTh his high Tenor voice, The chieT reason Tor his personal arrogance. Bob was The cuT-up, his anTics convulsed everyone, especially when he gave his inTerpreTaTion oT swing, The mosT handsome and mosT serious was Ronnie, whose wavy hair convinced BooTs ThaT he seT iT every nighT, a pro- cedure wholly unknown To him. There was always Tun when Willie was around. Willie always knew whaT everyone TelT like doing, when no one else knew. There saT BooTs, unaware ThaT beTween her elbows resTed an open hisTory book. l-ler ThoughTs were no longer connecTed wiTh The TooTball games: insTead she was lisTening inTenTly To The conversaTion in The nexT room. l was looking aT some used cars Today, said Ronnie, and l was Thinking OT all The Tun we could have iT we had one. Oh, a Triend oT mine aT school boughT one, and he Told me ThaT he spends more Time Tixing iT Than he does sleeping: and he sleeps all Through his classes -'Rip The Second' we call him, said Kennie in a Tone ThaT would have discour- aged anyone buT The mosT deTermined. l-low much do They cosT? asked Bob. lT sounds like a good idea To me. ThirTy-Tive dollars Tor The cheapesT one. Well, iT iT broke clown, There are enough oT us To carry iT To The ciTy dumps, said Jack encouragingly-a sTaTemenT ThaT was anyThing buT encouraging. Willie, up To This Time, had said noThing, buT his expression showed ThaT he was viTally inTeresTed. l Think iT's a swell idea, he said. lT each oT us conTribuTed abouT seven dollars, we would have enough To buy The car, license, and The Tuel. Yeah, buT where would we geT The dough? asked Phil, who always saw The pracTical side oT Things. T-le would Think oT ThaT, ThoughT BooTs, he could easily give up some oT The Things he indulged in and save ThaT much money. Well, iT we avoided The needless wasTe oT Taking The girls ouT, we could buy a car wiThin a monTh, puT in Jack, a sTaTemenT which, had he known a Temale ear was nigh, he would Tain have Taken back. Whew, breaThed Ken- nie, don'T be so radical: Those words upseT my Tender organs OT hearing. The boys all laughed aT This, because iT so well de- scribed The eTTecT ThaT The ThoughT had produced upon all oT Them. ln The meanTime, BooTs' eyes were shining wiTh a Tierce inTensiTy aT This casT- iron nerve as she laTer ex- pressed if. She would fell Terry only if mighf hurf her foo much: Jack was Terry's one and only. The idea of fhe car had been appealing af firsfg buf now af fhis danger of being so neglecfed, ifs color faded. lf had nof occurred fo her fhaf Kennie had' faken her fo all fhe foofball games, dances, plays, movies, efc., fhaf he himself had affended: and fhaf if he were fo give up some of fhese pleas- ures, she also would feel fhe loss. The conversafion in Phil's room confinued for abouf half an hour, and by fhaf fime, Jack had persuaded fhem all fo agree fo save fhe money fhey had spenf for his so-called needless was+es. During fhis fime, fhey had summed up fhe amounf fhey spenf for fhe shows and dances, efc., fo fhe very nickel. Boofs was wishing fhaf fhe ofher girls could be wifh her so fhaf fhey mighf hear, buf if really didn'f make much difference because she would fell fhem any- way. She was formulafing a plan fhal' would keep fhem from carrying ouf fhis silly idea. She would be very sweef fo fhem fonighf-buf fhere will come a dayl Wifh fhis in mind. she bounced gaily down fo 'rhe kifchen where she knew fhey would evenfually migrafe. When 'rhey did come, she exhibifedl her lafesf concoc- fion, a homemade soda. She mixed a glass of chocolafe milk and a half of mel-o-rol in a cockfail shaker, poured if info a fumbler and added fhe ofher half of fhe ice cream. Boofs couldn'f imagine why Kennie's nose fwifched so: if fasfed good ,fo her. Thal' nighf she lay awake unfil 'rwelve-fhirfy devising a mefhod of refaliafion. She would 'phone Terry, Kafe, Judie, l-lelen, and Anne and fell fhem fo persuade fhe boys fo fake fhem fo fhe Washingfon's Ball fhaf was going fo be given fhe coming Safurdayg fhal' would cosf fhem plenfy of money, and fhey mighf give up fhe idea of buying fhe car alfogefher. When fhey all mef fhere, whaf fun if would be fo wafch 'rheir expressions. A few nighfs lafer, Boofs mef Kennie and she greefed him wifh-- Ch, Ken- nie, fhe Washingfon's Ball is Safurday nighf. Gee, l'd love fo go. l-le was iusf abouf fo make fhe arrangemenfs for going when he remembered his agreemenf wifh fhe ofher boys. l-le was eifher fo break his promise or refuse fo fake Boofs fo fhe Ball. There was a chance fhaf fhe ofher boys wouldn'f find out and fhey were far away iusf now, buf here was Boofs, righf on his neck-figurafively. Boofs won ouf in fhe end, even fhough she had fo promise nof fo fell fhe resf of fhe crowd. f All fhe boys concurred in fheir decision: fhey used pracfically fhe same reasoning as had Kennie, frusfing fhaf fhey would nof be discovered. Thaf nighf of fhe Ball, af lasf! Boofs felf a liffle guilfy because. affer all, fhis wasn'f such a nice frick she was playing. ln spife of her guilf, she had a feeling of friumph. She had 'been insulfed, and in fhe spirif of her own personal vindicfiveness, she had repaid. None of fhe ofhers were fhere when Kennie and she arrived. Well, she wouldn'f miss any of fhe fun. Fiffeen minufes affer fheir arrival, Terry and Jack appeared-fhis was fun. Poor Kennie, his iaw dropped so low when he saw 'rhem fhaf Boofs imagined if almosf hif his chesf, buf he had less fo fear fhan Jack, for Jack had suggesfed fhe idea. When fhe boys shook hands, fhey drew over fo fhe side. Don'f menfion fhis fo any of fhe ofhers, huh Ken? Twenfy-eighf I won'T, Jack, we're boTh in The same boaT: don'T worry. The nexT To arrive were Willie and Anne. Anne beaming and Willie looking around guardedly To make sure ThaT he was safe, a posiTion ThaT was noT To be his-Thanks To BooTs. Kennie and Jack boTh regarded him wiTh disfavor aT TirsT, bul' Then, realizing Thal he was no worse Than They, received him inTo Their con- spiracy. When Phil and Judie. and Bob and Helen came, iT seemed quiTe a joke, which became increasingly funny wiTh The arrival of The IasT couple, Ronnie and KaTe. The girls preTended noT To see The joke, buT wished ThaT They could reveal Their cabal. LaTer in The evening, iusT To make iT sTing, BooTs said- You know, we oughT To have a car. Phil eyed her suspiciously: he had caughT her snooping beTore, buT he said noThing. SHE SINGS A SONG I WOULD NOT HEAR I-ler l:irsT Refrain Ad Unum Qui Esl' Solum I shall build a snapping Tire, an orange Tire, a warm fire And you, my dear, will siT here, while I geT a cup of Tea. I shall wrap This blankeT round you: I shall 'Find some woolen socks And a pair of carpeT slippers 'For your feet No longer will you wander, wanTing food and warmTh. On aged silver plaTTers l'Il bring you all you wish,- Knowledge, solace, kindness, love, whaTever you desire This is my greaTesT happiness, and This my naTive joy. Her Second Refrain Ad Unum Qui MulTum I-label' No kin of yours am I. nor am I 'Friend To you who have so much. Gnly The weak unshelTered bird. Who falls Trom ThaT high branch. Can be my friend. Go! Seek me noTl I wanT you noT! JANE WORONOCK, Grade Seven TwenTy-nin .-.1--i-1 ENTIQEAT ME NCT HE IiTTIe village oT BenTon, VermonT, lay prosTraTe under The unmerciTuI glare oT The morning sun. HoTTesT day in 'nigh TorTy years, mused Beniamin Hale, genial and elderly proprieTor oT The village combinaTion oT general sTore and posT oTTice. Why, I remember back one year in The '9O's, he began To The group of occu- pied horseshoe players in TronT OT The sTore, when I was a'courTing Maudie. Had on my besT Sunday-go-To-meeTing suiT and a celluloid collar. I-- BenI called ouT The same Maudie hasTiIy, sTop gossiping like an old woman. Come in and sorT The mail, or iT won'T be ready when RuTh comes. Ben goT up slowly, loTh To leave The iolly group oT IoaTers ThaT always hung around The sTore, eaTing pickles, cheese, and crackers. They worried Maude, Tor she knew ThaT she and her husband were barely eking ouT an exisTence Trom The sTore, and having The village IoaTers around didn'T help none, as she oTTen Told Ben. Her husband shuTTled over To The mail bag and sTarTed To sorT The small heap oT mail. There was silence Tor a Tew minuTes when Ben looked up: Here's a IeTTer To Mrs. Wilcox Trom her son in New York. Maybe he's goT a job. Maude snorTed, Huh, more likely asking Tor more money. He's been There over a year and hasn'T goT a iob yeT. Why don'T he come back home and earn an honesT living? I never did Take no counT in play-acTing. LoT o' nonsense, if you ask me. Ben shook his head sadly, I liked Dave. He sTuck To whaT he wanTed unTiI he goT iT. Spunky youngsTer. STubborn, I'd call him, his wiTe responded TarTIy. Wouldn'T give up his Tool ideas and near broke his ma's hearT. And like The soTT-headed Tool ThaT she is, she always sends him The money. I give her a money order every monTh. Tells me iT's Tor her sisTer, buT I know beTTer. She ain'T well, neiTher. Doc says her hearT's bad and her grieving won'T help iT none. AT This momenT, RuTh enTered cheerily. Morning, uncle: morning, aunTie. Sorry l'm IaTe, buT I meT The minisTer on The way down and we goT To Talking. She was a cheerTuI IiTTIe creaTure, sTrong and brown, wiTh sparkling blue eyes ThaT seemed To caTch every sTray biT oT sunshine in her paTh. The old couple looked Tondly aT her and exchanged sly, happy glances, Tor her buoyancy warmed and cheered Their oTherwise empTy lives. Mail's ready, RuTh, said her uncle. GOT The car ready? lConTinued on Page 54I ThirTy X 'I 'W?2f?jiLl3i'MeQ5Y - 4552 Y ..s252aJ-f?2 v 1- 1 ,gf Jag 1 a WM 'Wi2LzfYLnfv:K V, ,,.. , ? m LQ 5 fnimmilim, W ff, ww' M ra ,R 4' 'Ef Qu R K 1 , Y. . 6 1 .W ,few Q , MH. A ajagfg M7332 k ' x Nr -1105! mv . . ,ff , 1 F nw V11 ., .R 'EE il - L w in I 1 ff? isjii' ..,x ex? 4-in A ,ffm 5 ,xl- 3 M si 1.- 1 Y :L A gf , E A 1 SENIOR OFFICERS Miss Mary O'Brien, Grade Adviser Presiclem' Caianesi, Marie Business School Div. Pres. and V. Pres., Jr.-Sr. Arisia, Camera, Dresser, New man, Jr.-Sr. Pariy, Slunfs, Sei flemenf, Music Sec., Traffic, Lunchroom Caplain. lnfirm of purpose, give me The dagger ' Loyal League Presiclenr S+ever, Eleanor College Vice-Presidem' Vella, Anfoinehe Nurses Training Class Rep., V., Div. V. Pres., Div. Sec.-Trees.. S+u.nis,' Jr.-Sr. Parfy, Sfunis, Newman, Chrisf- mas Sloclcing, Serllemenf, House- keeper, Tennis. Miss MaHhey's Rival. Presidenl Loyal League, Jr. and Sr, Arisla, Mafh, Siunfs, Jr.-Sr. Parry, Div. Parry. Swimming, Bas- kelball, Camera. Div. Vice-Pres. Secreiary and Treasurer Clwesi, Zifa Brooklyn College Div. Sec. Treas.. Jr.-Sr. Arisia, Class Rep. and V. Rep., Blue and Gold Managing Ecliior, Sfunfs, Program Commifiee, Jr.- Sr. Parly, Div, Parly, Liferary Sfrollers, Seiilemeni, Chrisimas Sfoclcing, Traffic. True meril is like a river-ihe deeper if is fhe more sileni il flows. You're lhe Tops! Presiclenl' Arisla Fraser, Frances H. Moum' Holyoke College Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Class Rep., Pro- gram Ccmmillee, Pres. Selfle- menl' Club, Treas. Glee Club. Senior Ediior Blue and Gold, Jr.-Sr, Parly, Liierary Sirollers. Record, Slunls, Div. Par+y, Traf- fic, Office, Lunchroom. Former woes, which Then seemed doubly woe, Compared ro loss of fhee. do noi seem so. SENIOR CELEBRITIES Mrs. Louise K. Byrne, Grade Adviser Liferary Lighf Meyer, Helen Business ScI1ooI Ediior-in-Chief-BIue and Gold, Sr. Arisfa, Dramafics, Beau Brummel, Sfunis, Program Com- rniffee, Swimming. I hung my verses Io fhe wind, Time and fide flweir Iaulfs may find. Mosf Charming Kearney, Josephine Brooklyn College Pres. Newman Club, Sefflemenf, Acfress Haiperf, Jeanne'He I-Iunfer CoIIege Sr. Arisfa, Pres. Dramaiics, Ser Ariisi BenneH, Rufh PraII' I.nsTi+uIe Jr.-Sr. Arisia, Program Commif- Iee, CIass Rep., Pres. Li+erary SIroIIers, Blue and Gold Liferary and Ari, Sfunfs, Jr.-Sr. ParIy, Div. Parry, Traffic, Lunchroorn. Age cannof wifher nor custom sfale her infiniie varieiy. Hernenf Play, Record Business. Tennis, Agora, Sfunrs, Lunch room and Traffic Squads. All 'rI'ie worId's a siege. Jr,-Sr, Parry. Sfunis, Skerch CIUIJ, CIass Rep. and V. Rep. One of Erin's Iairesr. Iviosi Reliable Bernsiein, Jeane Brooklyn Coilege Jr.-Sr. Arisia, Bank, Red Cross CounciI, Blue and Gold Busi- ness Manaqer, Library, Oiiice, Li+erary SIroIIers, Camera, Div. Pres., Siunis, CIass Rep., House- keeper. II's nice Io be naIuraI when you're naIuraIIy nice. Firsr Row Abboif. Pafricia Barnard College Library Page. Bank Rep.. Jr.-Sr. Parry. Baskelball. Tennis. Hockey. She's a young sophisricafed lady. Ahlers, Helen A. Delehanly Business School Leaders. Newma.n. Record Busi- ness Slahc. Baskefball. Hockey, Traffic. Class Rep.. V. Rep.. Sec'y.. Sfunfs, Jr.-Sr. Parly. Here's a girl you oughf 'ro meer-as an a+hle'l'e she's hard fo bear. Aglieri. Gaefain C. Nurses Training School French Club. Library Page. Bank . Music App. Club. There are good reasons for nick- naming her Gay. Second Row Alexander, Elizabefh Business A lifrle angel if ev one. Ashby, lona Hun+er College Sfunis. Jr.-Sr. Parly. Tennis. Lunchroom. Library, Traliiic. Div. Parry. Oh rhose da.ncing feel! Aufiero, Josephine Ballard. Leona Brooklyn College Slunis. Library Page. Lunchroom Squad, Div. Parry, Jr.-Sr. Parry. li s noi ballard dancing she does, buf lap-. Bassoff. Nora Allegri. Lydia Juilliard Insfirule Glee Club, Orchesla. Music App.. Brass Quarleffe. Lydia. blow your irumpefl er rhere was Arringfon. Marjorie Howard Universiry Glee Club, Traffic. Hockey Baskeiball. Swimming. Library Office Page. Class V. Rep.. P T. Cap+ain. A weallh of abilily equals versa- rilily. Bafher. Sarah Lincoln Training School for Nurses Oh! l gof a leffer. . Bazar, Edifh Arr School Business School Business Swimming Club, Skefch. New- Orcheslra. Tralific. Library Page. Library Service. Record Rep.. man. Housekeeper. Nalure Club. Tennis. Class Rep.. Div, Parly. Swimming. Hockey. When Josephine wields her pen- Knock Cornmiffee. She could fii' inio Cinderella's cil. handsome fhings appear. She should be a surgeon-al- slipper, ways curling up, Thirly-four Firsl Row Belardi, Rose Berger, Vila Bernard, Doris College Business Business School I will go in fha sfrengfh of the Liferary Sfrollers. Sefflemenf French Club, Class V. Rep. Lord. Club, Swimming, Tennis. We'd wall: a mile To see her Ain'l' l-lisfory grand? smile. Bell, Vivian Berman, Florence H. Berridge, Gladys Business College Brooklyn College Lincoln l-lospifal Swimming, Tennis, Newman Club, Glee Club. Dramaiic, Pan-Amee Tennis. Traffic Squad. House- Record Rep. ican, Lilerary Sfrollers. Record, keeper, Ari Page. When ihe leacher says Bell, Sefflemeni Play, Jr.-Sr. Parly. lf giggles was a disease. she fhinlcs i+'s lime To leave. She's 'Berman up a lol of Gladys would be quaranfined. I Second Row Barry, Marguerife Business G-lee Club, Lunchroom Squad. Baskelball, P. T. Capfain. Huclcleberries, raspberries. and oiher berries are sweei, Bu? lhe swee+es+ berry lhaf we lcnow is Margueriie, energy being helpfu.. Bogucki, Florence Nurses Training School l-louselreeper, Swimming. Briggs. Merabee Nurses Training School Slop drinking coffee so you can Ah! When will fhis long weary sleep in class. day have end? Blanlr, Sylvia Booker, Carol Broolrs, Doro+hy Business School Lincoln Training School for Temple Universify Names are deceiving-No. l. Nurses Lunchroom Squad, Record Rep. A sweel lirlle miss wiih a sophis- Did you say Cab Callaway? 'ricaled walls. Thirry-five BYOORS. Rose M. Brown, Rulh F. Burd, Sylvia Firsl Row Brooks, Harrief Brooklyn College Swimming, Library, T r a lli c, Agora. Biology, Tennis. l-larriel is so nice we couldn'l knock her. Brown, Florence Hunler College Srunls, Library, Lilerary Sfrollers. Dresser, French, Ba,nk Rep., Jrf Sr. Parry. Swimming, Tennis. As a Freshman she was a baby, now she's a delighlful lillle lady. Buhler, Grace Business School Library Page, French Club, Sei llemenl, Tennis. Sfunls. Slill wafers run deep. Nurses Training School French, German, l-lousekeeper. lnrerscholaslic G e r m a,n Glee Club. A sofr answer lurnelh away wralh-no one's angry now. Second Row Mounl' Holyoke College Div. V. Pres., Bank Rep., Class V. Rep.. Jr.eSr. Arisla, Jr.-Sr. Parly, Div. Parly, Pres. Lilerary Slrollers, Mafh Club, Slunfs. Tralilic, Lunchroom, Selllemenf, Office, Housekeeper. She walkelh nor wifh aimless feel. Music College Swimming, Tennis Club. A shepherdess--geis everybody's goal. Burns, Marie Carlson, Lillian Cal-ania, Grace Business School Business Business School Names are deceiving-No. ll. Leaders, Baskelball, Sefllemenl, Newman Club, Swimming. Guard. Like champagne-sparkling. Thai sweel lillle girl, Wifh a cule lilfle curl. Bush, Eddie Lee Prall' lnsfilule Bank Rep.. Tennis, Hockey, l-lousekeeper, P. T. Caplain, Lunchroom. Who is lied lo Eddie's apron slrings? Carler, Anifa B. Business Lunchroom Squad., A precious iewel in a simple selling. . Caslora, Ruse Brooklyn College Leaders Club, French, Baskel- ball, Class Rep.. Sec'y, SeH'le- me-nl. Whal may be laughl, l learned. Whaf may be found, 'rhal l seek. fhirly-six Firsi Row Cafanese. Josephine A. Hunfer College. Glee Club, Library, Baskefball. l'm nor asking anything for my- self, buf please give my mofher Frank Parker as a son-in-law. I Cervellioni, Josephine M, Hunfer College Housekeeper, Li b ra r y French Club, Nof +ha+ she likes work less, bul clay more. Second Row Conrad. Doris M. Corfland Normal School Class Sec'y, French Club, Sei'- flemeni, Jr.-Sr. Parly. Porfraif of ag lady. Chelovsky, Agnes Nurses Training Newma.n Club, Tennis, Traffic Squad. Quief, sweel. and good-nalured -Nurse Chelovsky. Clifr, Ellen W. Secrefarial School. Page, Hockey. Baskeiball needle. Crees, Helen Columbia Universify Orchesira, Sfring Quarfefie. A greek Rubinohc. , Class V. Rep., Knock Commilree. Vaccinafed wirh a viclrola Cohen, Norma Brooklyn College Edifor-in-Chief of Record. Jr.- Sr. Arisfa. Library Service, Agora, Blue and Gold, Class Olilicer, Sfunfs, Tennis. Norma wenr fhrough school in Record Time. Cohen, Pearl Business College i+'s naiural! Crowley, Mabel Business School Selllemenr Club, Newman, Traf- fic Squad. Smili.ng and laughing all The while, Class V. Rep., Housekeeper Library Page, Seillemenf No, l haven'f a permanen Cox, K. Waierman Bosfon Universify Lunchroom Squad Caplain, Class Rep., V. Rep., Hockey, Tennis, Swimming, Traffic, l-lousekeeper. Bank Rep., Record Rep., Knock Commiifee. The rare gifl of being con- slanily and nafurally herself. ln her inimiiable slyle. Crees, Mary College Orechsfra. Slring Quarielfe. She'5 always fiddling wi+h a violin. Cusick, Kathleen Columbia U niversify Jr. Arisfa, Blue and Gold Busi- ness, Newman, Library, Div. V. Pres., Sfunfs. Book Mark. Willowy and winsomel Thirry-seven X Firsi' Row Cu'H'ler, Eleanor B. Brooklyn College Jr.-Sr. Pariy, Class V. Rep.. Bank Rep., Hockey, Tennis. Smiling, cheerful, always de- pendable- Nofhing aboui her ihai's noi De Burg, Evelyn F. Hunler College Leaders, Baskelball, H o c k e y, Swimming, Seiilemenl, Glee Club, Traffic, Library. The early bird cafches The worm Emmy doesn'+ like worms. 5 De Lagarde, Bernice Temple Universiiy Blue and Gold, Business, Science Club, Hockey, Tennis, Swimming, Traffic. Wherever did you gel 'rhose com me.ndable. Daniel.. Marcella Normal School Deegan, Anne M. Business School cuie liHle dimples? Desch, Ruih Business Dubenchek, Olga Dudley, Mary C. German Club Tennis, Seifle- Newman Club, Posiure, Lunch- Traffic Squad, Record Rep. menf, Jr.-Sr. Parry, Knock Com- room. A irue Blonde. miffee. Paradox-a quiei' redhead, Marcy wears no more bouqueis, Sunflowers died in November. Second Row f Drobbin, Adelaide Dudley, Mabel Dusowi-ig' Frieda ' A Pfflll' lnS+i+u+e Columbia Universify Brooklyn College . Camera, Siunis, Traffic, Jr.-Sr. Guard, Swimming Club, Hockey Pres. Dresser Dewling, ASec.- DJ' Parry, Tennis. Club, Glee Club. Treas. Dresser, Record, Dramai- , Noi a penny for her fhoughfs, Be wise, harmonize. ics, Frenchlvxlfbrary, Lunchroom, J Bur several pennies for her Trib- Traffic, piunis, Beau Brummel, ,jf une. Jr.-Sr' ariy, Serflemeni. Ifbymd keep a legio,n busy. r Making an aclress oui' of X' K Dizzy, Class Rep., V. Rep., Record Rep., Glee Club, Bank Rep., Blue and Gold Rep., Traffic, Jr. Arisfa, Olga's specially is song, Wifh her voice she can'+ go wrong. Brooklyn College Class V. Rep., Bank Rep., Sfunis, Library, Seiilemeni, Te.n- nis, Mafh, Div. Parry, Volley Ball, Newman ,Lunchroom. A volley ball capiain for four years, As a good afhlele known by all here. Dysan, Marion Nurses Training Sugar and spice, everyfhing nice Thal's whai' Marion's made of Thiriy-eighi Fausel, Grace Feuer, Lillian Firsl Row Eden, Evelyn Hunier College Tennis, Baskelball, Sefllemenf. Wholesome and sweel. Like Dugan's whole wheaf. Edwards, Avis Y. Brooklyn College Division Parry. She walks aboul prancirig, Bui you should s dancing! Second Row Business School Posfer Club, Class V. Rep. Fashion Show, Swimming, Tennis Nice fhings come in small pack- ages. Ehrlich, Thelma Brooklyn College Jr.-Sr, Arisla. Pres. Press Club Record Managing Edifor, Dra- malics, Siunls, Class Rep., Div. Pa fly, Office. Library. Virfue is like a rich s'l'one- Besl, plainssef. Ellis, Violel E. Julliard lnsfilule Music App., Glee Club, Library, Elowslry, Rulh Hunfer College Library Page. Leaders Club. Class V. Rep. Like Mme. Defarge--always knil- ling. Evans, Lorraine Brooklyn College Jr. Arisra, Science Club, Lalin, calmly, never ee Avis-'rap Traflic, Fashion Show. Mr. Jenkin's crossword puzzle- Takes an hour lo gel ihe righl answer. Newman, Tennis, Bank Rep. A naive senior. Swimming. Flefcher, Shirley Brooklyn College Jr.-Sr. Arisla, Bank, Library. Slunfs, Class Treas. and V. Pres. Press, Felrer, Volley Ball, Traffic Recommended - A girl you can alway Bank on. New York Universily Library Page, Naiure Club. Maybe you've noficed il foo- The happiesf people are fhe busiesf. Fazio. Rose Business School Dresser, Swimming, Baskelball, Newman, Library, Jr.-Sr. Parry, Record Business, Traffic. Lunch- roorn, Seiilemeni. Sing an old-fashioned song. To a young domesiicaled lady. Firsfenberg, Eileen R. l-lunler College Sr. Arisla, Library, Sec.-Treas. Liierary Slrollers. Blue and Gold Business, Bank, Traffic, Hockey. Tennis, Feller Lil., Camera, Sfunls, Chrislmas Slocking, Sef- llemenf. Jr.-Sr. Parly, Div. Parly. Don'l lhe days seem dull and long. When all goes righl-noihinq wrong? Ford, Dorothy Brooklyn College Swimming and Tennis. Nor millions in induslry buf hun- dreds in Geomeiry. Thirfy-nine Garn, Anneffe Firsl Row Freeman, Evelyn Quief as a mouse-how quief is Thai? Friberg, Eda Business Class Rep., V. Rep., Swi J r.-Sr. Pa rfy. Friedberg, Harrief Brooklyn College Agora, Liferary Sfrollers, Kad- imah, Sefflemenr, Pan-American, Fiesfa. Sweel and shy-or do we lie? Galieffi, Rila Business School Class Rep., Div. Sec.-Treas.. Camera. Dresser, Selflemenf, Sfunis, Newman. Jr.-Sr. Parry, mming, Wifh plenfy of money and you -She prefers dues Second Row Savage College Baskefball, Swimming, mcnf Club, Library Guard. Some Think 'rhe world is made for fun and frolic. Sellle- P a g e, Gevrifz, Rose College +o don'r's. Geyer, Evelyn F. L. Libra ry, Lunchroom. A merry hearl' dofh good like a ionic. Friedman, Libby Business School K.nock Commifree, Class Rep., Pres. Agora, Volley Ball, Blue and Gold, Class V. Rep., Swim- ming. A bubbling cockfail of mischief, mirfh and merrimenf. Gallo, Lily N. Savage College Dresser, Library Page, Lunch- room, and Traffic Squad, Swim- ming. Loves The rain-Heard if was good for flowers, l-lunfer College Jr.-Sr. Arisla, Dresser Debaling, Dramaiics, Swimming, Library Page, Lunchroom Squad, Tralzlic, Record Slalzf. Some of 'rhe grealesl Things are done by liflle ones. eabbs, Gladys Helfley's Business S Sec. Treas. Camera, French, Lunchroom S uad chool Giliberio, Frances l-lunfer College Newman Club, Jr.-Sr. Parry. Seiflemenl' Club. A small personificaiion of sunny lialy. Gilson, Shirley Business School Tennis, Lunchroom Squad, SeH'le- meni Club. Morning exercise on lhe irolley -Brushing up on her l-lisrory homework. q . An inseparable pair, Gladys and her powder puff. Class V. Rep.. Tennis, V. es. Dresser Debaiing, Sefflemenf, Jr.-Sr. Parry, Knock Commiflee. Full of animarion and pep from an inexhausfible supply, Forly Firsf Row Ginsberg. Evelyn Business School Lunchroom and Traffic Squads. Agora, Cruise Club. Hebrew Club. When a girl you do see. If if ain'f Laura if musf be me. Goldberg. Laura School of Journalism Agora. Hebrew Club. Press Club. Cruise Club. I know fhis isn'f my besf poem. Buf fell me. whaf do you fhink of if? I Goodfriend. Sylvia Hunfer College Jr.-Sr. Arisfa. Lafin. French. Record. Sfunfs. Office. Jr.-Sr. Parfy. Tennis, Traffic and Lunch- room Squads. A silenf fongue and a frue hearf are fha mosl' admirable Glionno, Anne Kafhleen Business School Newman. Leaders. Volley Ball. Baskefball. Housekeeper. Fashion Show. One of fhose par fellows. Second Row Greene. Muriel fhings on earfh. Goldshin. Hilde Music Conservafory Class Housekeeper, Bank Rep.. Record Rep.. Library. Traffic. Gives every man her ear buf few her voice. Gonfa. Mildred New York Universify Posfer Club. Bank Rep.. House- keeper. Class Sec.-Treas. Traffic. A dillar a dollar, a fen o'clock scholar. Gofferer. Charloffe Brooklyn College Business G-lee Club. Bank Rep.. Library Page, Class V, Rep.. Swimming. Record Typing. l've gof my love fo keep me warm. Grossman. Helen H unfer College Goodman. Helen Brooklyn College Library. Record Liferary, Lunch- room and Traffic Squads. Mafh. French, Jr.-Sr. Parfy. Sfunfs. Sef- flemenf. Office. llery quief unfil she sfarfs falk- mg. Gunderson, Wilma H. Hunfer College Lunchroom Baskefball. Sunny Side Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Mafh Library. Traffic. Bank, Office. Sfunfs. Jr.- Sr. Parfy, Div. Parfy. Knock Com- mifee. Sefflemenf, Tennis. Lunch- room, Chrisfmas Sfocking. Ready, Willing and Able. Science. Music App. Tennis. Baskefball. Sefflemenf C I u b . Biology and Traffic Squads. Gemuflichkeif. Sfunfs. Jr.-Sr. Parfy, Sec.-Treas. German. Cap- fain Lunchroom Squad. Whaf would she do wifhouf fhe Bronx and Wesfporf? Squad, Swimming, Up... Haff. Mildred Brooklyn College Swimmi.ng. Tennis. Baskefball, Sefflemenf. Mafh, Kadimah, Rec- ord Typisf. Housekeeper. We need plenty of knee-acfion fo give her a boosf. Forfy-one Heimann, Margol Firsl Row Hage. Helen Jr.-Sr. Parly, Decoralion Com- millee ,l-louselceeper. Hog, Hoggy, Haggy. Hage, Hey. How do you pronounce il an Y. way? Hagen, Florence Margare Business School Haimowilz, Lillian H. Hu.nler College Pres. German Club, Malh Club. Science Club, Dresser Debaling Lunchroom Squad, Tennis, Sel llemenl. One vasl subslanlial smile. Harap, Sh:rley l-lu,nler College Jr. Arisla, Pres. Malh Club, Camera, Science, Slunls, Sellle- menl, Tennis, TralHc, Ollice Library, Jr.-Sr. Parly. A good malhemalician-we cal! l Lunchroom Squad, Science Newman Club. Club. Whal can be said againsl so charming a girl? Second Row Barnard College German Club. Tennis. Sellle- menl. Perl and sweel-lwe can'l say il in German.l Hempslead, Muriel Business School Newman Club. culale you can counl on her. Hannan, Helen Business School Leaders, Camera, Class Rep. and V. Rep., Trallic Squad. Hair ol gold, eyes ol blue, Girls High Colors and Helen's loo. Herman, Sylvia Hardy, Epolela Arl School Blue and Gold Arl, Skelch Club Posler Club, Malh, Arl Page Slunls. Give her painls and a brush- lhey salisly. Business School Secrelary Science Club, Slunls, Page, Class Rep., Knock Com- millee. ll words were waler, she'd drown in a llood. Hoffman, Eugenie l-lunler College Senior Arisla, Blue and Gold, Library Page, Book Mark, New- man Club, Hockey Club. Wilh gills of wil and orna- menls ol Nalure. Whal a girl lor someone's son! Hewill, Frances Prall lnslilule To Lolls or nol lo Lolls? Holden. Belly Business School Class V. Rep., Swimming Club. Tennis, Jr.-Sr. Parly. A cameo lace-keep il lhal way, Belly. Forly-lwo Anyone goT a ioke To Tell me. Johnson Andre Johnson, Helen Ida Karcz, Julia FirsT Row Hollander, GerTrude Brooklyn College Blue and Gold, LiTerary STrol- lers, Bank, Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Record Business. STunTs, Library, TraTTic. A clever lass in every class, Hougham, RuTh Cornell UniversiTy Hume, Beahice PraTT lnsTiTuTe Swimming Club, Hockey, BaskeT- ball. Hynes, Helen Brooklyn College Jr.-Sr. ArisTa, Sec. Treas. Dres- ser, Div. Parly, Class Rep., New- man, SeTTlemenT, Library, TraTTic and Lunchroom. Swimming, One l don'T already know? Baskefball, Jr.fSr. ParTy. WhaT's an army wiThouT a gen- eral? HunT, Helen Lincol,n Training School Tor Jacovino, Josephine Business French Club, Music App. Club. To be or noi' To be-WhaT is STunTs, Library Page, LiTerary Nurses STrollers, Traffic, Hockey Team, Block CapTain. Jr.-Sr. ParTy. IT silence means ThoughT, as fha quasi-ion? A lovely girl is like a rnel- some 'Folks say, ody .... She Thinks and Thinks Through- Second Row Jill, Helen Anne Brooklyn College Class Rep. and V. Rep., House- keeper, Traffic Squad, Fashion Show. Hurry, Hurry, Seniors and girls, To meeT The girl wiTh The gor- geous curls, I Y Lincoln Training Nurses Scho ouT The day. Johnson, Ella E. Nurses Training French, Hockey, Bank Rep., l-lousekeeper. Coiffures ThaT pivoT The passer- by. KalmanowiTz, YeTTa l-lunfer College SeTTlemenT Club. The elevaTor sTopped when was half way up. she ol Tor As silenf as The g in paradigm. Brooklyn College G-lee Club, Class Sec'y. Agora. French Club, Sec. Blue and Gold Liferary STaTT. Our conTribuTion To The MeTro- poliTan. Business School PosTure Club, Swimming Club, l-lousekeeper. Oh, Those big blue eyes. ForTy-Th ree Firsf Row Kraufman, Florence Brooklyn College Tennis, Library Page. Red Cross Council, Div, Parfy, Sefflemenf. Puns are fhe lowesl form of Kreiner, Alice Queens College Kehoe, Marie Kelly, Anne Business School Business School Traffic Squad, Newman Club. Newman Club, Swimming Club. Manhaflan fhrough a Kehoe. We can'f knock her 'cause we don f know her. Sfunfs. pasfry. Kelly, Anna Pafricia Kohler, Dorofhy Nurses Traini.ng School Columbia Universify Newman Club, Sefflemenf, Traf- Blue and Gold Business, Book fic. Mark, German Club, Class Rep., When lrish eyes are smiling. Library Page. Second Row Dof's daily prayer ends wifh Bah men! Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Glee Club, Lib- rary Page, Music App.. Class Rep., V. Rep., Bank Rep., Knock Commiffee. All she does is done well. Buf in music she does excell. Kreifner, Helene Krupnick, Rufh Lancasi-er, Mildred Brooklyn College ' Hunfer College Teaching Library Page Pres. Pan-American Club, Cam- Quiet pleasanf, and clever. Wanfed-G. H. S. nexf door 'io era. Skefch, Hockey, Seffle- May she sfay fhaf way forever. Helene, menf. Bells on her fingers and rings on her foes. Kresak, Marie E. Brooklyn College Newman Club, Skefch Club, Jr.- Sr. Pa rfy, Traffic. Ge? a li'H'le fun oul' of life. Kruzelnicki, Sfella Nurses Training Newman Club, Sefflemenl' Club. Sfunis, Class Rep. My Evans! She musl' like Chemisfry? Lang, Dorolhy O. Brooklyn College Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Record. Felfer, Swimming, Tennis, Hebrew, Lif- erary Sfrollers, Sfunis. Conquesl' pursues where courage leads fhe way, Forfy-four Firsl Row La Venie. Yolanda C. Lear, Anile Lewis, Lorraine Business School Class Rep.. l-lousekeeper, Swim- Business School Traffic Squad. Tennis, Newman ming. Tennis. . Sefllemenf, Skefch, Posler, and Club. A smolhering volcano. Newman Clubs. Like a mini' iulep-lall, cool, l+'s The arrisf in me. and refreshing. Leach, Melba V. Leaviif, Helen Lewis, Syble A. Serflemenf Club, Jr. Arisia. Business Nurses Training M. U. L., ilem-nafurally swell. Second Row Lofenberg. Sylvia Brooklyn College Sr. Arisfa. Library Page, Lire- rary Siaff of Record, Sfunfs. Hockey, Press, Jr.-Sr, Parfy, Ten- nis. Class V. Rep.. Lunchroom. Belonged +o Skefch Club fill she found our she couldn'f draw. Lowe. Cafherine M Business School Selilemeni' Club. When she will Talk, +alk? Lucie, Marie Nurses Traini ne San'ia Lucia. ' how will she Jr.-Sr. Arisla, Swimming. Tennis, Dramarics, Slunfs, Traflic, Lunch- room. G. O. Siore Secrelary. Record Sporis Edilor. Orchesia. Class Rep.. Jr.-Sr. Parly. Whal has a mermaid ihal Helen has noi?-A lail. Library Page. Lunchroom Squad Hockey Team, Baskefball Club She can do irigs. Megnussen, Ruih Gerd Business Training . . Posfer Club. Class Rep. and Sec. Trees. She is like perfume- Irresis- tibIe. Magnuson, Elizabefh L. Business School Swimming. SeHlemen'r Clubs. Like a book-bound lo please. Maxiield, Elizabefh Delahaniy lnsfiluie Library Service. Hockey and Tennis Clubs. When she leaves. her laugh will linger on. Fo-riy-'Five Firsf Row Maynard, Mariorie Brooklyn College Orchesfra, Library Page, Lunch- room Squad. Record Rep. Show me fhe way fo go To school-l'm fired buf I musf gef ouf of bed. McCullough, Josephine B. Red Cross Council. Class Locker Guard, Fashion Show. l-ler fhoughfs are like diary in- scripfions-closed fo fhe public. Second Row Miller, AnneHe College Glas Club, Tennis. Neffie can'f fell us iokes--we fu.ne in Sunday nighfs loo. Miller, Dorofhea K. Business School McDermo'H-, Carolyn Business School Traffic Squad, Newman Club, Bank Rep. Power dwells wifh cheerfulness McGinniss, Florence Sec'y, Brooklyn College fion. Miller, Esfella Barnard College Pres. Science Club, Pres. Nafure Club, Biology Squad. Lunchroom Squad, Traffic Squad, Tennis and Hockey. Her friendly spirif cheers fhe mosf inanimafe. Mifidieri, Madeleine Brooklyn College Merkel, Rufh F. Business School Ten.nis Club, Class Rep. There is a garden in her face.. . Merfzani, Marina Brooklyn College Newman Club, Leaders Club. Clad in knock proof armor, To be a poef or a musician, Shall always be her greaf ambi- Miinick, Rose Brooklyn College Library Page. Biology and Arf Page, Traffic Squad. Red or blonde we cannof guess, Buf she's all righf neverfheless. Monaco, Lena l-lunfer College Glee Club, Program Commiffee. Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Dramafics, Sfunfs. Tennis Club Wiffy, preffy, wholesome and Science, Camera, Te.nnis, Office. For she's a iolly good fellow. sweef. Else, wherefore born? A combinafion fhaf's hard fo bear. Forfy-six Firs'r Row Monlgomery, Anne Nurses Training Leaders. Tennis, Swimming, New- man Club. There musl' be someihing in whal' she says, Else why lhe passing marks in Eco lesrs? Mosl1eH'e, Elaine Neely, Mafilda B. Hunier College Nurses Training Service Squad. Tennis, Orchesfra, Traffic, Class Like a Taxi driver-goes lhrough Rep. life iusi missing everyrhing. She thinks P. G. is a soap. Monigomery. Jennie Nurses Training Hockey, Traffic and Lunchroorn Squad, Dramalics, Skelch Club, Library and Biology. Page, Sef- Mullen, Virginia Priscilla Brooklyn College Blue and Gold, Agora, Swim- ming, Tennis, Baskefball, Book Mark, Lunchroom, l-lousekeeper. flemeni. Where are Those long losf curls? Her hobby - collecling pink slips. Nemefz, Helen V. Nurses Training Sfunls, Baskelball, Knock Com- miiiee. Chicklels are Helen's spinach. Second Row Nicol, Geraldine R. Business School Newman Club, Tennis, G. O. Sfore, Class Rep. M. G. M, fake notice! Norion, Dorofhy Library Page, Tennis Club. O'Connor, Madeleine Brooklyn College Dramalics, Baskelball, Swimming Tennis, Hockey, Newman, Sei- flemenf Play, Traffic, Jr.-Sr. Parly, Siunis, Record. l-ler income is iusi 8 A.M. O'Connor, Mary Business School O+1'ley, Agnes Nurses Training Science Club, Music App., G-lee Club. Music, when soil' voices die . . Palladino, Philomena J. Business School Like granulaied sugar - sweei and refined. Our good friend Mary is so willy- We somelimes ihink if is a piiy. Jr. Arisia, Bank, Office, House- keeper, Tennis, Newman, Bank Rep., Record Tvpinq, Slunls. She's only a bank leller, buf does she draw inieresfl Forry-seven Firsf Row Palleffe, Julia Paulos, Anne Philips, Monica Business College Praff lnsfifufe Business School May l have your homework, Class Rep., V. Rep., Traffic Newman Club girls? Squad, Tennis. Time and Tide waif for no man See wifh whaf efficiency . . -so whaf? Perfacy, Helen Pepenos, Fanny Piscioffa, Angelina Business School Brooklyn College Business School Jr. Arisfa, Class Rep., V. Rep., Leaders Club, Baskefball. Posfer Club. Library Page Ten Jr.-Sr. Parfy, Sefflemenf Club. Gals will be boys, you know. nis. A shining liqhf, buf fhen she The idol of fhe class idle or goes ouf offen. four years. Second Row Pifzer, Margare? PoHs, Iris Rode, Rufh Brooklyn College Div. Pres., Pres. Newman Club. Pres. Camera Club. Class Rep., V. Rep., Library Page, Tennis Club, Dresser Debafinq, Sfunfs. Loved by all, She answers wifh service af every call. Polhill, Jusfine Millinery School Lunchroom Squad. lf she were Abel' raise Cain ! Brooklyn College Swimming, Sfunfs, Ari Sfaff. Very finy and so pefife No one else is quife so sweef. Praff lnsfifufe Class Rep, Skefch, Baskefball Swimming Club. l clon'f know why l bofher gef- fing up early fo come fo school do you? would she Rabbin, Esfelle College Swimming, Sec.-Treas. Liferary Sfrollers, Press, Hebrew, Sfunfs, Record Lif., Lunchroom, Library, Knock Commiffee, A lady-makes an impression, buf easily wifhoul' efforf. Rodriquez, Gladys Brooklyn College Mafh, Library, Traffic. Seffle- menf, Sfunfs, Div. Parfy, Jr.-Sr. Parfy, Baskefball, Record Business. Ah, sweef mysfery of life, af lasf l've found you. Forfy-eighf Firsl Row Romaine, Ru+h Praff lnsliiule Lunchroom and Traffic Squads. Swimming. Turn il off, srafic. 'rhere's 'foo much Romano, Louise Business School Newman Club. Nor so quief as lh Second Row Rosenfeld, Gloria Brooklyn Evening College Hair and hearl of gold. Rosensweig, Rufh Brooklyn College 6 Rosen, Eleanor Brooklyn College Jr. and Sr. Arisla, Record, Lib- rary Page, Swimming, Feller Lil., Cercle Jollfre, Srunfs. Ye Gods! ls fhere auqhl she does nor know? Rosenblum, Elaine H. Hunfer College Library Page, Book Mark, Blue and Gold, Selflemenl, Class V. Rep. A popular girl among her friends. Rosen, Sonia Brooklyn College Selllemenl' Club. Above fhe llighl of common souls . Rosenfeld, Anna Brooklyn College Sr. Arisla. Library, Slunls, Cam- era, Mafh. Seirlemenf, Hebrew, Lilerary Sfrollers, Swimming. l-lousekeeper. He who foils wifh pain shall reap wilh pleasure. Ross, Gerfrucle Louise Lincoln Training School for Nurses Locker Guard. Gverrrude and Marlha Raye. Rofhen, Eleanor l-lunier College Rouchwager, Phyllis M. Traphaqen School of Desiqn Sr, Arisia, Press Club, Dramalics, Lil. Slrollers, Library, Lunch- room, Office, Seiflemenl. Hafs have looked like hais long enough. Ryan, Lillian Packer Collegiale lnslilufe Jr. and Sr. Arisla, Spanish Med- al, Class Rep., French, Lilerarv Sfrollers, Feller, Selilemenl. Of all lhe girls rhal' are so smart Sec.-Treas. Dramalics. Dresser Debaling, Slunfs, Class Rep., Bank Rep., Serllemenl' Play, Lunchroom. Twinkle, Twinkle, lillle slar . . . New York Times Represenialive. l wandered way up in fhe clouds.. . Forly-nine Firsf Row Sadowsky, Helen Brooklyn College Sfunfs, Fre.nch, Sefilemeni, Mafh, Baskefball, Blue and Gold Busi- ness, Library, Jr.4Sr. Pariy. I1's fha liffle rhings in life fha? counf. Savino, Louise Nurses Training Treas. Leaders, Tennis, Basker- ball, Swimming, Arr. Newman. You puzzle us all with your ac- 'rion so srrange A+ limes how quief, and rhen Schoenberg. Regina Hunfer College Traffic Squad. High-powered explosive wifh a dynamic personalify. whal a change! Sample, A, Miriam Brooklyn College Sr. Arisia, Glee, Club. Seffle- menf, Library, Trafific, Div. Par- iy. Her voice is like a leaf-if shakes. Scarola. Nancy Business School Newman Club, Sefflemeni, Chrisf- mas Sfocking, Traffic. How near fo good is whaf is fair . . .? Serra, Louise M. Brooklyn College. Pres. French. Jr. Arisfa. Science, Class Rep. and Sec'y, Sfunfs, Jr.- Sr. Parfy, Blue and Gold Busi- DSSS. Shuffle your carcass, Louizy-The gals wanla be ascoofin' home. Second Row Sforza, Angelina Business Newman Club. If noi' loday, ihen l'omorrow-- Shepard. E. Louise l-lunfer College Library, Selflemenl, Lunchroom, Hockey. She look Efhyl lo avoid all Skolnick, Mildred Brooklyn College Dramarics, Sec.-Treas. French, Tennis, Class Rep., Lunchroom. You are so easy fo love . . .' knocks. Shapiro, Gladys Brooklyn Evening College French Club. A half-pinf full of chemislry. Sienko, Sfella W, College French, l-lockey, Tennis, and Camera Clubs, Lunchroom Squad. Bubbling, friendliness, sparkling personaliiy. Sonnenfeld, Efhel Arr School Record, Sfunis, Blue and Gold Ari Sraff, Hockey, Lunchroom, Guard. Her favorile 'fruil'-a dale. Fifry av l g! , 'ze' f L' I . Firsl Row Spagnoli, Adele Business College Tennis, Swimming, Lunchroom Squad. Like old moving piclures-silenl. Slanley, Charlolle Agnes Scolf College Nalure. Tennis, Record Rep. Tha.nk lhe Lord lor lhe English period . Now l can calch up on my dawdling. Slalon. Ellen College Sr. Arisla, Blue and Gold Slall, Dramalics, Slunls, Selllemenl Play, Program Commillee, Com- millee, Swimming, Tennis. Nalure l loved, and nexl lo Na- Spillane, Rila Business School Newman Club. Silence is golden-she should be very rich, lure, Arl. Slark, Doris Brooklyn College Jr. and Sr. Arisla, Pres. Feller, Lil. Slrollers, French. Library, Slunls, Office, Selllemenl. Ten- nis, Civics Award, Bank . So good in Malh lhal she lalks in circles. Second Row Slewarl, Madge Lincoln Training School lor Nurses Hockey Club, Selllemenl Club. She was a good lillle girl as lar as good Iillle girls go. And as lar as good lillle girls go, she wenl. Slimmel, Shirley Columbia Universily Class Rep., Slunls, Slrollers, Pres. French, Tennis, Baskelball, Lib- Rep, rary, Selllemenl, Jr.-Sr. Parly. Sluck, Belly Business School German, Swimmi.ng. A promising sluclenl- always promising lo do beller. Taks, Shirley New York Universily Sfeinrood, Shirley Brooklyn Evening College Science Club, Hebrew, Tennis, Swimming, Housekeepu, Lunch- room Squad. l know il all girls-pul your hands down. Tersillo, Josephine Business School Always quiel. never, never wild Thal's why we like lhis girl so mild. Dresser Debaling, Class and V. Rep., Bank Rep.. Jr.-Sr. Parly, Knock Commillee. A cocklail ol vilalily and charm. l-ler remarks are like Schiaperel- li's gowns-smarl and slriking. Tersillo, Lena Business School Silence reigns-bul nobody gels wel. Filly-one Firsl' Row Tornberg, Doris Vignola, Gabriela Wa'Hley, Rufh Swimming, Tennis, Hockey, Sei- Long lsland Universily Business School. llemenl, Div. V. Pres., Jr.-Sr. Newman Club, Office Page, Ten- Lunchroom, Selllemenl Club. Parry, Library, French. nis, Hockey. Anorher Shirley Temple fan. Tell me, prefly maiden, are lhere Hide your head, lhe woodchucks any more al' home like you? are oul. Unanue, Lillian Brooklyn College Walsh, Helen Business School Weiner, Berfha Hunler College Jr.-Sr. Arisfa, Class Rep.. V. Tennis, Baskelball, Traffic, New- Leaders, Baskelball, Tennis, Se+ Rep., Agora, Housekeeper. man. +lemenl', Housekeeper. Absence makes lhe hearl grow Virluous maiden finds enioymenl' And will' lhou leave us 'lhis...' londer. in employment Second Row Weiner, Naomi Weinlraub, Anlfa Whalen, Rosemary College Press, Orcheslra, Library, Lunch- Class Rep., Housekeeper, New- Dramalics, Lunchroom, Traffic, room, Tennis. f man, Caplain Cruise, Camera, Slunls, Selllemenl Play. Lovely lo look al, delighlful Hockey. Comrades, whal paper do you lo know. Rosemary, l love you. read? Weiner, Ofhalie l-lunler College Swimming, Class V. Rep., Lib- rary, Tennis, Baskelball . Slrearnlined-body by Fisher. Weiss, Mariorie Burrough Secrelarial School Slunls, Tennis, Sec. Skelch, Lib- rary, Traffic, Bank Rep.. House keeper. Charming. vivid lo lhe nlh de gree A radianl, alluring personalily, Widder, Gladys College Bank, Library, Lalin, Hebrew Lunchroom, Class V. Rep. There's no wisdom like silence Filly-'rwo Williams, Pafricia Hun+er College Record Business Mgr.. Sec-Treas. Arisfa, French. Sfunfs, Dramalics. Swimming, Agora, Traffic. Lunch room. Disillusion- You said. 'I care.' ll was noi' so . . . Wolfenberger, Virginia College Jr. Arisfa. Div. Pres., Div. Sec.- Treas., Class Trees.. Div. Parry, Se+'rlemen+, Newman Club, Of- fice, Library. Push and pull and you will find Her bright liferary mind. Young, Doroihy A. Business School Newman, Swimming. Record Typ- is+, Lafin, Tennis, l-lousekeeper. Sefflemeni. Lunchroom. ' SomelJody's S+enog. Wolf, Harriei Yearwood. Fosfienne Zaffers. Irene Business School Hunler College Brooklyn College Lunchroom Squad. Jr. Arisfa, Bank Rep., Cosfume A liffle ioke, a liffle cheer. a Comm., Drama+ics, S+un+s, Lib- mild. liflle mischief, and l-larrie+'s here. rary, Record. Lunchroom. Like Hershey's-sweer. Zazzaro, Anfoineffe Brooklyn College Generally speaking, she's gener- ally speaking. Of manner genlle. of affeciion Filly-lh ree Yes, buf fhe gas is low. I'II have fo gef some. She smiled fo herself and carried fhe mail bags ouf fo fhe rumble-seaf. Then she gof in and drove off down fhe road, humming 'ro herself. She sfopped af fhe gas sfafion af fhe ofher end of fown, glanced in her mirror and fhen honked for Ausfen. I-le came run- ning ouf and his fanned face lighfed up as he saw who if was. I-lowdy, Rufh. I-Iis smile was frank and open, going fo fhe dance af Singing Cedars wifh me fonighf? Why, I guess I can, Rufh hesifafed. Then she remembered happily, Choir pracfise has been called off. Whaf fime will you call? Around seven, I reckon. If fakes an hour fo gef fhere. Rufh smiled, nodded, and drove off. A+ fhe fop of Whife's Hill she sfopped, for fhe view below was superb, and Rufh was one of fhose rare New Englanders who appreciafe beaufy. I'r's foo bad, she fhoughf, fhaf so many folks are so pracfical. Take uncle now, if he was looking af fhis view, he'd be figuring ouf how many cords of wood are in fhose foresfs and fhaf' if wasn I' likely 'ro r'ain for fhe resf of fhe week, so fhe corn would have a good chance fo grow. She chuckled and furned her gaze 'ro fhe scene below her. The sighf was indeed a breafh-faking one. The dark green mounfains rose up from fhe very edge of fhe lake info 'Ihe deep blue cloudless sky above. The lake sparkled like diamonds and ouf in fhe middle was a finy sailboaf. Thaf musf be fhe Morris boy, Rufh reflecfed, and wondered if her uncle had fold him fo plow fhe soufh 'field yef. She confinued fo fhe Wilcox farm af fhe foof of fhe hill. If was a rafher Iiffle house, weafherbeafen fo a dark brown color. The whife curfains af fhe windows and fhe brighf flower garden cried ouf fhe labor and love given fo fheir care. The fence was baffered and broken down, and many of fhe pickefs were missing. Buf fhis was screened' by honeysuckle and morning-glory vines blooming in greaf profusion along if. Rufh wenf around fo fhe screen door af fhe rear of fhe house and knocked. Mrs. Wilcox, a sfooped Iiffle old lady, came af once and Ief her in, smiling wifh pleasure af fhe mail she received. If gives me somefhing fo fhink abouf, she said wifh an involunfary sigh. Rufh saf down and munched 'Ihe cookies placed before her, while Mrs. Wilcox read her mail. Prince, fhe big black coIIie, came in and' begged for some crumbs: and Rufh, feeding fhe dog and looking around fhe big kifchen, felf a sense of peace sfeal over her. The cookie plafe empfy, she rose fo fhank Mrs. Wilcox. Buf as she furned, she realized wifh a sfarf fhaf fhe Iiffle old lady was crying soffly fo her- self. She sfepped quickly fo her side and anxiously asked if she'd had bad news. No, said' Mrs. Wilcox, I guess if's iusf old age. Buf Rufh knew differenfly. Mrs. Wilcox came from pioneer sfock. I-Ier family was one of fhe original sefflers of Benfon Village one hundred and fiffy years ago, and she showed in everyfhing she did fhaf she came from fhose sfoic people. Nof wishing, however, 'ro aggravafe her presenf sfafe of mind, Rufh Ieff affer a few cheering words. Buf she worried all 'Ihe way home, for fhe pafienf, frail, Iiffle woman had won a place in her hearf, and she hafed fo see her suffer. A+ supper fhaf evening her uncle and aunf noficed her silence. I-Ier uncle spoke. Wha+'s wrong, Ru'rh? Buf he had fo repeal' his quesfion fwice before fhe girl roused herself fo answer. Then she fold fhe sympafhefic couple whaf had happened. U I' Ben exclaimed: Why l reckon we know whaf's fhe mafferl Her son's been asking for more money and she needs if for doc+or's bills. Rufh exploded, Whaf a cheap, weak person he musf be fo rob his mofher of her comforf in her old age. Why he oughf fo be arresfedf' Her uncle responded a liffle sadly, He d'oesn'f know his mofher is ill. And when he leff, she was comforfably seffled. So he probably feels he's nof imposing on her. And he's frying hard 'ro gef a job. He's ambifious. Buf Rufh wasn'+ convinced. She felf fhaf anyone could gef a job in New York in over a year. Buf she'd never been fhere. She didn'f know whaf if was fo have fhaf awful sinking sensafion when you were refused again and again. Trodding wearily from place fo place wifh your hearf pounding hard wifh and sinking again af fhe inevifable answer, Sorry, nof foday. Perhaps some +ime. H' had happened so offen fo David fhaf his hearf seemed always 'ro He had come fo New York wifh such high hopes and his brighf, smiling face fhe busfling, business-like New Yorkers look hard, and fhen go on, happier hope ofhei' ache. made fhem- selves for fhe glimpse of fhai happy face. Buf now he was like fhem. Serious, preoccupied, rushing from one casfing direcfor fo anofher wifh feverish hasfe. Oh, he'd goffen one or fwo small parfs in bad plays fhai' died affer a few weeks of sfruggle. V Hasfening home one evening ai' dusk affer a fruifless day, David found him- self going down by fhe river. Reaching a railing, he halfed and fook in fhe view before him. He had never quife appreciafed fhe beaufy of New York before, he fhoughf. Now if flashed on him suddenly. No quief beaufy of green moun- fains and sfill wafers and blue sky: buf fhe brilliance of millions of lighfs sparkling from fall, dark, slim buidings and fhe giganfic span of fhe Queensboro Bridge looming fhrough fhe increasing dusk. Suddenly a wave of homesickness nearly overwhelmed him. Tears sfarfed 'ro his eyes. He wondered how fhe folks back home were and if fhe place had changed. If had faken a big piece ouf of his pride fo send his mofher fhaf leHer. If gof worse as fime wenf on. How he'd love fo go back: buf he couldn'f face fhem as an uHer failure. He musf sfay and fighf if ouf. A+ leasf his mofher was well provided for. He was indeed fhankful for fhaf. She wrofe him such cheerful leHers every monfh. They were like whiffs of fhe counfry air he longed for. Arriving af fhe dingy liffle sfone house where he boarded, he looked anxiously info fhe mail-box for a leHer. There was one. He opened if hasfily and read 'ro his surprise: Mr, Wilcox, As a man sound in mind and' body, fhere are some 'rhings which I feel you oughf fo know for your own good, buf more especially your mofher's. Your mofher has been sending you money, money fhaf she herself badly needs. When you leff she was comforfably sifuafed. Buf now she has a bad hearf fhaf has grown sfeadily worse since you leff. She needs all fhe money she can gef for docfor bills. If you have any self-respecf, gef a iob, any iob, buf be self-supporf- ing. Don'f deprive your mofher of her necessifies. Q Rufh Hale. David felf as fhough he had been slapped in The face for some unknown Fi'l:l'y-'l'iiV6 reason. He read The leTTer Through several Times and Tried To collecf his Thoughfs. Rufh was Uncle Ben's niece. She had always seemed such a quieT child To him. Somefhing serious musf have happened To arouse her so. Hrs resenTmenT over The bold leTTer died down as he saf on The coT in his room To Think Things over raTionally. He couldn'T believe ThaT his moTher was ill. She wouldn'T have Told him, he knew, buT he always Thoughf by her leTTers Thaf she was well and happy. He couldn'T sleep ThaT nighf and rose aT five The nexT morning To wander abouT The empTy sTreeTs unTil breakfasf. BuT Those Two hours of wandering did him a world of good. He had had several iobs offered To him, buf They always came aT The same Time as The small parTs which he preferred, Though They paid much less. He had clung To his boyhood dream, always hoping ThaT he mighT be given a chance. BuT now he saw how useless iT all was. He defermined ThaT now his goal would be comforT for his moTher and noT success for himself. He seT ouT fired wiTh a new, unselfish ambifion, radianf wiTh differenf hopes. In an- ofher week he goT a job. One ThaT had been offered To him before. A sales- manship in a Broadway haberdashery. Then he wrofe Two leTTers, one To his mofher 'refurning her money order and adding To The amounf and The oTher To Rufh, Thanking her for opening his eyes To condifions as They really were and Telling her of The new iob. The day Rufh received ThaT leTTer she was so happy ThaT she hurried over To Mrs. Wilcox on The preTexT ThaT she was reTurning a book. To her surprise and dismay, she found Thaf worThy lady in bed. lT's noThing, dear. said Mrs. Wilcox, I felT a liTTle weak and I ThoughT l'd beTTer resT Today. Rufh guessed ThaT her hearT had been bofhering her and defermined To Tell The docfor, wiTh whom she had a secreT agreemenf. For They boTh knew ThaT Mrs. Wilcox would never complain. l goT a leffer from my boy Today, she said, her eyes shining, a beaufiful leTTer. He's goT a iob. lT's noT very much, iusf a salesman in a sTore, buf he says he'll keep looking for somefhing beTTer. He's given up The idea of acfing and I'm glad. He never would have had a chance. RuTh puT on The besT piece of acTing lprobably The only onel she'd ever done in her life, and for The firsT Time was glad To leave. Whew, she breafhed, safely oufside. l never felT so guilTy before. BuT now, wiTh The son all seT, Mrs. Wilcox was having a bad spell. She drove quickly To The docTor's and Told him. They drove back TogeTher, and afTer a quick examinafion, he Took Rufh ouTside and said briefly, lf you know where The son is, you'd beTTer send for him. RuTh gasped, ls she ThaT bad? She's gof barely an even chance, and her age is againsf her. RuTh ran ouT To The car and quickly drove To The nearesf Telegraph sTaTion, fourTeen miles away. She Tried nof To frighTen David, buf urged him To come quickly. Thaf evening The bell of The boarding house rang loudly and The landlady broughf up The familiar yellow envelope. David looked scared as he Took iT gin- gerly. As one unaccusfomed To receiving Telegrams, he had The proverbial fear of Them. He opened iT slowly and read: Fiffy-six Dear Mr. Wilcox, Your moTher has grown a IiTTIe worse, and The sighf of you mighT help her. RuTh I-Iale ThaT nighT aT 8:00, a very nervous young man Took The VermonT-bound express aT Grand CenTraI. The nexT morning early he arrived aT BenTon and wenT TirsT To The general sTore, which was iusT opening. Uncle 'Ben was on The Top sTep. his pipe in his hand. I-le saw a Tall. Thin, sTrangely familiar figure coming Towards him Dave Wilcox, well I swan. he eiaculaTed, his pipe dropping unheeded To The ground beside him. Son, l'm sure glad To see you. RuTh Told me she'd senT for you. BuT we didn'T expecT you 'Til This afTernoon. Your moTher's having a purTy serious spell. I reckon you'd beHer go up To The house. Knowing Thai' Uncle Ben was more liable To make mole hills ouT of mounTains Than vice versa, David ran The whole way To his moTher's house and drew up breafhless on The fronT porch, iusT as RuTh and AusTen came ouT The door. She was crying so hard ThaT she didn'T see The Terrified face of David as he looked helplessly from one To The oT'her. BuT Ausfen ran up To him and shook him vigorously by The hand, saying: Don'T look so scared, Dave, your moTher's all righT now. RuTh's crying wiTh relief. You'd beTTer go in: she's been asking for you. Dave, wiTh an inexpressible look of joy on his face, dashed inside. RuTh and AusTen looked aT each oTher and smiled. When Scores of Centuries Will Pass When scores of cenTuries will pass. - And leave Their fooTprinTs on The Trail, New men will shape new poeTry,- Na+ aping lark or nighTingale . . . Each man will say: This song is mine,-- I feel The rhyThm in my breaTh . . . Each ringing chord.-a ring of TruTh,- InTerpreTing new life, new deaTh . . . And I shall waTch from disTanT orbs. And inTercepT Their melody: Perhaps, The soul of cenTuries Will echo Through my poesy? And Then. The songs I lefT behind, Imbued wiTh misery and pain. Will noT disfurb my moTher-muse,- The years I lived were noT in vain! KATHERINE VALENTINE CARASSO. Grade Three FifTy-seve TI-IE KEY I sfand locked-in behind 'rhis door. Wi'rh sferile images of gloom: A key-The parfing giff of Fa're- Now dangles idly a'r my side. Now dangles idly in The dark. The shadow-fenanis of my cell Spin cobweb nels of monofone: For shadows-merely shadows are . . 'Tis life beyond Jrhe bolfed door Thar lures my soul con+inuaIIy, Thai fills my soul wilh agony . . . I sense 'Ihe feafhered s'rep of Spring- In wafling fragrance of young grass: By dancing flickers on Ihe floor- I coum' 'rhe children in 'rhe sun, I coun'r 'rhe children a'r Their play . . . A rushing sfep . . . A fumbling key . A vision of a clover field . . . My impulse sfirs The shadows' mirfhz The shadows laugh because 'rhey know- Thaf Fafe had mocked me wifh The key. Thaf I received-a misfif-key . . . Kalherine VaIen+ine Caras so, Grade Three Fiffy-eighl' STUDENT VACATIQN ELLEN STATON and HELEN MEYER, Grade EighT EACHWOOD, New Jersey, is a place where nearly anyThing can happen, buT never does. The only break The local paper ever goT occurred when a body was Tound in The bay, buT even ThaT had been washed in Trom some oTher, less healThTul spoT. BuT everyThing ThaT happens There Takes on an undue imporTance because oT The elemenT oT chance. lT is a world in miniaTure, a lighTed maTch could desTroy iT uTTerly, and This emphasis on small Things geTs To be an obsession wiTh even a visiTor. PART I l-lATCl-IET MURDER We even had a mysTery. IT sTarTed wiTh a walk. The woods, unsullied by human presence, lay ahead, and we Tramped on under pine needles. Then unexpecTedly one of The Trees was lying TlaT. The general eTTecT was oT having been chewed oTT, buT as OuTdoor Girls we knew beTTer Than ThaT. Our Dick Tracy insTincTs puT To work, we deducTed ThaT The Tall pine had been hacked down wiTh a small haTcheT wiThin The lasT Tew days, and by someone who knew liTTle abouT The process. OT course This did noT provide us wiTh a superabundance oT clues, buT iT was enough To make iT inTeresTing. OTher chopped Trees gave us These same clues a number oT Times, and we were soon noT only puTTed wiTh righTeous pride aT our observanT naTures, buT ready To Turn execuTioner should we Tind The unknown culpriT. Then we came To a sTream and in Trying To work up The courage To cross The log ThaT served as a bridge, we nearly TorgoT our TirsT and Tore- mosT mysTery. BUT we could noT TorgeT Tor long, Tor in a Tew minuTes an unmisTakeable snapping oT Twigs indicaTed The approach oT someThing human. IT was a lonely secTion, and The ThoughT oT company didn'T inTrigue us, so we scrambled up The bank and hid in a clump oT scrub oak. Two boys ap- proached. They were in Their early 'Teens and They carried haTcheTs whose gleaming edges proclaimed Their Terrifying sharpness. We had been reading Too many TronT-page murders and our sense OT securiTy was noT all whaT iT mighT have been, so we Turned Tail and ran. On The way home The muTilaTed Trees held a new signiTicance. They were, perhaps, The homework OT a TuTure haTcheT murderer, or a venT Tor The Terrible Temper of a young maniac. We hurried home Tearfully, and TelT The laTely cuT sTumps eyeing us as probable fellow suTTerers. BuT courage reTurned wiTh lunch, and we seT ouT wiTh grim deTerminaTion and haTcheTs under our respecfive arms. By now we'd goT inTo The feel of The Thing and even misTrusTed each oTher. There was a real argumenT over who should walk firsT on single file Trails. BuT This Time our Tramp was undisTurbed and we began To regref our cumbersome weapons. Toward The end of our walk we were pushing merrily along, murder and mysferies forgoTTen. Then a few hundred yards before us we caughT a gleam of red. WiTh a valianT gulp we pressed on Toward The color and in a very few momenfs iT lay before us on The Trail, a baf- Tered and somewhaT rusTed bicycle. The firsf pang of disappoinTmenT over, iT sTruck us ThaT The middle of a swampy foresT Trail was an odd place for a bicycle. ldeas came To us wiTh ferocious speed. The rider was perhaps hiding amidsT dense pines and waiTing for us wiTh murderous inTenT-or-This was probably iT-he had been Taken by The haTcheT-bearers and murdered. Every sfep broughT real fear of discovery of a corpse. Now even our gleaming haTcheTs seemed inadequafe proTecTion. How we longed for a dog who could sense The approach of danger. Then inspiraTion hiT us. A sound effecfs dog! We immediaTely seT To work yip- ping viciously, proceeding on The Theory ThaT The lurking criminal, hearing The sound would decide Thaf we were well proTecTed. We arrived home hoarse buT safe. Our mysfery remained unsolved, and each day we found more Trees wanfonly cuT down. Then one evening we wenT To a candy sTore in Beachwood's more popu- lafed secTion, and foun-d on The ground in fronT of iT The red bike, lying in The same posiTion. As we sTood sfaring down aT iT, a small boy came ouT of The sfore, gave us one long, frighfened look, and rode swifTly down The sTreeT, and as he wenT we recognized him as one of Those in The woods. l-le looked complefely young and innocenf, buT one can never Tell. l-le carried a haTcheT. PART II HAUNTED HOUSE The Buhler EsTaTe, birThplace of an aging legend, holds iTs misTy conTours in dull soliTude high above The bay. For years iT has been haunTed. lTs ghosT, a usual enough one, was born when a young New York docTor remodelled The house for his fuTure bride. All was in readiness for The wedding, and The house was proud in iTs newly-painfed glory, when he learned ThaT The girl he was To marry loved someone else. All his ,plans defeaTed, The unhappy docfor in a spiriT of revenge willed The house To his ersfwhile fiance and Then reTurned To iT and commiTTed suicide. His ghosf roams iTs unused halls buT The house is oTher- wise unoccupied, for iTs sTory is widely known. We had To walk several miles along The edge of The bay To reach iT, and once There a Tall iron fence around iTs grounds kepf us aT several hundred yards disTance. A lamenTing wind prowled The high parTs of The house and wailed Through The cupola, adding To The lonely aTmosphere. The house, faded and sTarved, sfands on grounds ThaT are complefely barren save for a double row of dense, huge cedars ThaT dim The paTh. IT was as we had hoped. Bul lhe problem ol enlrance slill remained. Gales were locked and lhe keys were held by Mrs. Phillips, according lo lhe disguslingly cheerlul sign on lhe gale. When len minules ol knocking al lhe lronl door ol Mrs. Phillips' small home proved unproduclive, we venlured lo lhe back and resumed our knocking lhere. ln a second a shrill voice creaked oul al us lrom space, and when nexl we heard il, il was accompanied by a circular vision who lrundled her squal weighl loward us wilh remarkable speed. Whal do you-wanl wilh Mrs. Phillips? she demanded uncompromisingly, dropping lhe pails lhal she carried wilh a resounding clang. We hesilanlly ex- plained our mission, and, wilh a singular lack ol diplomacy menlioned lhe man- sion's ghosl. Mrs. Phillips rolled hersell up lighler. She said, l don'l care loo much lo have you go in if you don'l mind. l'd ralher you didn'l. You surely don'l believe lhal slory ol lhe ghosll ll's all nonsense! Whereupon she quielly bul indignanlly recounled her woes inllicled by lhe ignoranl believers in spirils. We, hoping lo iolly her, agreed wilh lhe slupidily ol lhe idea, bul Mrs. Phillips remained pleasanlly adamanl. When we relrieved lhe pails scallered by lhe wind, however, a semi-lriendship was eslablished, and an immediale invilalion was broughl lorlh lo come in lo gel warmed up. The house was unbelievably small and shabby inside. Mrs. Phillips removed her lallered and soiled coal, remarking apologelically lhal she wore her old coal lo leed lhe rabbils. The dress benealh was scarcely beller, a laded ineleganl black. While slirring lhe dinner lhal was cooking, a mixlure ol celery and carrols. she haslily molioned us lo lhe lronl room and locussed our allenlion on lwo large birds in wooden cages. The one, a large while cockaloo wilh a golden cresl, slared dumbly al us, bul lhe blue and gold macaw promplly made us unwel- come by screeching al us and snapping viciously lhrough lhe bars ol his cage. Even lhe birds parlook ol lhe general decay, lor lhe macaw's brillianl plumage was ragged. When Mrs. Phillips enlered, our praise ol her pels was eloquenl, il ol queslionable sincerily. Pleased al our inleresl, she proceeded lo lel lhem oul and inlroduced lhem lo us, experlly fondling lhe rnacaw lhe while. Andy is lhe mosl famous cockaloo in lhe world, she slaled proudly. The macaw was named 'Coney' because we gol him al Coney lsland. You should have been here belore December. We had aboul lwenly-eighl birds lhen lhal we used in lhe acl. By lhis lime we had praclically lorgollen aboul lhe haunled house. Yes, she conlinued, my husband and l had a lropical bird acl unlil my molher died in '29, Then we came here lo live. These birds have been all over lhe world. She poinled a slrong, grimy linger al a pholograph on lhe wall ol a perlecl young man ol lhe ninelies, whose handsome lace was adorned by an oversized walrus muslache wilh carefully waxed lips. Thal was my husband. she said. Near il hung anolher piclure, Mrs. Phillips some lwenly years ago. She, re- splendenl in a black spangled evening gown, was even lhen rolund, bul nol un- beauliful lacially. There were lhe same soll brown eyes in a less wrinkled lace. My husband died aboul a year ago, said Mrs. Phillips, lurning quielly from lhe piclures. l was lalking lo him in lhe yard, and suddenly he dropped dead. Sixly-one She sfared ruefuly af a hole in fhe carpef. The place would have looked beffer if you'd come lafer. We're geffing a new carpef. My husband made fhaf hole siffing here rocking. Jusf fhen a cold gusf of wind enfered, followed by a slighf, wafery-eyed man of more fhan forfy years. Thaf young man is Dick, said Mrs. Phillips by way of infroducfion. He's been wifh us now for 24 years. l-le's iusf like one of fhe family. Dick acknowl- edged fhis remark by an imbecile grin. Mrs. Phillips leff hurriedly fo sfir fhe carrofs, leaving us wifh an opporfunify 'ro assemble scaffered impressions. The room was sordid wifh a crowded bare- ness. There was a large urn of many colored bird quills, and an ornafe pink china clock, and, in honor of fhe season, on a massive side-board was placed a cheap Easfer baskef filed wifh a marshmallow chicken afop a nesfful of chocolafe eggs. If was sheer senfimenf. lf was hard fo fhink a connecfion befween Mrs. Phillips wifh her frowsy birds and fhe Buhler Esfafe, fhe old frame mansion fhaf she owns and cannof sell. She is a woman impoverished, wifh a house worfh fhousands in her possession. Only a ghosf sfands befween her and a forfune. If was a sifuafion worfhy of wonder. We fhoughf of if, silenf: fhen we knew. There is only one way fhe house could have come info her mofher's possession. The ownership of if musf have been punish- menf enough, buf fo fhe daughfer if has proved a cumulafive evil. The doc'ror's double-bladed revenge was a perfecf one. Mrs. Phillips refurned and we rose fo leave. She said good-bye fo us wifh cool friendliness, and closed her door quickly againsf fhe cold wind fhaf rushed Hercely upon her from fhe Buhler Esfafe. PART III MISCELLANEOUS These were nof all our advenfures. We can never forgef 'rhe fime when a school of huge hammerhead sharks were found in fhe bay. One of 'rhem was caughf by an amafeur fisherman and carfed abouf fhe fown by him in a fruck fo be displayed as an example of his prowess. The nexf we knew of if was several days lafer when a nof foo delicafe odor reached our sensifive nosfrils from fhe vacanf wooded lofs behind our coffage. lnvesfigafion-from an essenfial disfance-revealed The inevifable frufh. The bewildered fisherman, his rounds made. had disposed of his cafch as besf he knew how. The whole of Beachwood's Vol- unfeer Fire Brigade Number O-ne was called fo fhe rescue. There was also fhe fhrill of framping far ouf on fhe lonely Doublefrouble Road and cafching a long glimpse of a herd of slender deer. and fhe exhilarafing idiocy of sfumbling fhrough miles of briars 'ro follow a flock of carrion crows fo fheir prey. We knew fhe ioy of dressing in bizarre framping clofhes and oufnafiving fhe nafives, and of learning unbelievable fales of fhe Pinies, a race of wild people in fhe ouflying foresf. Buf evenfs of fhe day-we passed Farraguf Academy-leave us a bif doubfful of our infelligence. Our inferesf was immediafely aroused by fhe humming mofor of a plane fhaf sfood in fronf of if, and fhe man in whife, Sixfy-'rwo evidenTly The mechanic, who puTTered around behind iT. We waiTed Tor some Ten minuTes, Then passed on. commenTing on The lack oT sense oT people who Tried To Take oTT from a place The size oT a TronT lawn. A Tield lay before us wiTh a droning TracTor Traveling iT. Behind us our mechanic walked, carefully painTing The porch. And Then There is always The evening when we, wriTing This by candle- lighT, heard an unfamiliar cracking in The underbrush beneaTh our window. The creaTure made no disTincTive sound Tor a Tull TiTTeen minuTes, during which we suTTered all The agonies oT uncerTainTy. Finally one oT us decided on a rash con- iecTure. lT's a deer, she announced wiTh compleTe convicTion. The animal, long silenT, ceased iTs hesiTaTion Then and immediaTely emiTTed a hoarse and unmisTak- able lv1eowrrrrrrr. Followed a caT TighT oT The Type heard on every Brooklyn back Tence. IT rankled, and our disgusT was sTrong. BuT iT Tailed To prejudice us againsT Beachwood. There can be no denial ThaT joy incomparable was ours ThroughouT The week. Qesolution ResoluTion-dormanT-crying wiTh ego-shouTing her sTrengTh, Lies idle on The sands near The greaT sea, FuTure, While above a sTriped umbrella shields her Trom The sun, The LighT And close by, her young child, Fancy, builds sand-casTles near The sea, ln dreams she oTTen goes To where The waTer ln modesT waves creeps mildly up The shore. And sTands a momenT, sTrong-and Tair oT Torm Then plunges in, swims a mile and back, Thinking The mighTy Tide has now been meT And lies subdued, submissive, aT her TeeT. The sun slides wesTward-The winds who played all day Rise, remembering duTy and go Their Tour wild ways Shrieking devouTly. The sand grows cold. While The black, cupped hand oT nighT Clamps down upon The earTh and The Toaming sea- The sea is a monsTer wiTh a million greaT whiTe eyes, A grumbling, rumbling, rebellious FuTure- -BuT ResoluTion-dormanT-sTill lies upon The shore. JANE WORONOCK. Grade Seven SixTy-Th ree AN AMETQICAN DOCTOR' S ODYSSEY MARIE VUOLO, Grade Seven HIRTY years spenT in Traveling Trom counTry To counTry, in using his vasT knowledge To prevenT disease, and in TighTing The plague, cholera, malaria, leprosy, smallpox, and innumerable oTher ills which have ruThlessly reTarded progress ThroughouT The ages: ThaT is The odyssey oT VicTor Heiser, an American docTor who well deserves The TiTle privaTe physician To The world. His is a sTarTling and admirable personaliTy. He has given up all ThoughT oT selT in his aTTempT To serve humaniTy and, alThough he admiTs ThaT his career has deprived him oT many oT The experiences which enrich a man's liTe, he claims ThaT he has been more Than compensaTed in The realizaTion oT his ambiTions. His liTe has been and will conTinue To be devoTed To helping oThers live. ln This book, Dr. Heiser has recorded in simple buT vividly expressive language, The sTory oT his wanderings, beginning wiTh The disasTrous JohnsTown Tlood, which robbed him oT parenTs and home, and very nearly cosT him his liTe. Several years oT grilling sTudy, a sTroke oT luck in hearing oT an examinaTion, and he Tound himself in The Marine HospiTal Service. He was TirsT assigned To The medical examinaTion oT immigranTs in The large porTs oT The UniTed STaTes. and Then senT To Naples in a similar capaciTy, since ThaT was The porT oT deparTure Tor The maioriTy oT our immigranTs. His acTiviTies There included meeTing and Talking wiTh King HumberT and aTTending The Crown Princess in a slighT illness. ShorTly aTTerwards, he was appoinTed Commissioner oT HealTh in The Philip- pines. lT was no easy maTTer To convince The Filipinos of The necessiTy oT saniTa- Tion, or To impress upon Them The TacT ThaT waTer and soil polluTion, raTs, Tlies, and mosquiToes were responsible Tor The immense spread oT disease. BuT aTTer a sTrenuous period oT incessanT eTTorT, Dr. Heiser and his associaTes succeeded in washing up The OrienT. One oT The mosT gripping chapTers in The book deals wiTh The loaThsome dis- ease, leprosy. Dr. Heiser has picTured in Tull The paTheTic sTaTe oT The leper, The inhuman TreaTmenT To which he is subiecTed, and The horrible surroundings which make his loT even more unbearable. The docTor esTablished a decenT colony Tor lepers aT Culion and experimenTed wiTh many cures Tor leprosy, some of which have proved successful. Also included in The Odyssey is The sTory oT Dr. Heiser's inTeresTing associa- Tions wiTh The Tormer Edward The Eighfh, PresidenTs McKinley and Hoover, and many oTher ouTsTanding personaliTies. He combines, Too, several ligh+ anecdoTes of his experiences in 'Foreign lands, which never Tail To lfold The reader's undivided aTTenTion. He has a delighTFul sTyle, coupled wiTh a Tine sense of balance. The record seldom enTers inTo complicaTed explanaTions or TechnicaliTies buT, on The oTher hand, iT never becomes wholly an advenTure sTory. SiX'l'y-TOUF How To Win menus T THE very beginning of his book, lvlr. Carnegie promises fo feach his readers fwelve fhings, among which he includes fhose words How To Win Friends and Influence People, wifh which he has beguiled fhousands of people info reading his book. Dale Carnegie is af presenf head of fhe Dale Carnegie lnsfifufe of Effecfive Speaking and Human Relafions, which claims fo have frained over l5,000 business and professional men. He was born on a Missouri farm, locafed fen miles from fhe nearesf railroad, and sfruggled againsf all kinds of bad forfune unfil he finally was able fo enfer Sfafe Teacher's College. There, having found he was rapidly developing an inferiorify complex because of his poverfy, he defermined fo excel in public-speaking, and was very successful. Affer graduafion he earned his living for a while as a salesman, buf lafer he resigned his posifion and affended fhe American Academy of Dramafic Arfs in New York. There he finally convinced fhe Y. M. C. A. schools fo give him an opporfunify fo conducf courses in speech for business men. Since fhen forfune has favored him. No man is a more sincere and skilled diplomaf. ln fhe numerous examples which he cifes of his dealings wifh hard-fo-deal-wifh-people, Mr. Carnegie seems fo have an unending supply of pafience and facf. He also offers anecdofes which show how ofher men and women wifh smiles, agreemenf, and sincere appreciafion, have made fheir lives successful. All of which Mr. Carnegie uses fo prove conclu- sively fhaf we musf falk in ferms of fhe ofher man's inferesf, lef him do mosf of fhe falking, and never fell him he's wrong. Likewise, in changing people wifhouf offense, he feels fhaf considerafion for fhe ofher fellow is mosf imporfanf. If fhe aufhor offen falks as if fo a small child, by repeafing himself and frans- lafing his conclusions info simpler and simpler language, he may be excused on fhe grounds fhaf fhis is necessary for emphasis. Buf one cannof help buf wonder whaf kind of a weak, self-effacing individual he musf be, who conscienfiously adheres fo all Mr. Carnegie's maxims. LAUGHTER Laughfer, like a new-born rose, Like a dry champagne,- KATHERINE Throwing fragrance in fhe air VALENTINE Wifh a ring of pain. CARASSO. 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