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

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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

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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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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