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

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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

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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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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