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

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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

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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

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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